<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:30:27.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Fifteen...</title><subtitle type='html'>My first blog site..n_n..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-7902455399404591469</id><published>2007-09-01T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T06:48:43.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drama That Caused the Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was down to one last shot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He held on to his guts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and took a leap of faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next thing he knew, they won.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was the drama that caused Ateneo to scream the roof off the Big Dome. They finally had their "revenge" with the same déjà vú courtesy of its new-found hero, rookie Kirk Long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The battle for school pride and a sure spot in the Final Four was intense. Pressure was on everyone's shoulders - field goals (FG) were low and the defence was tight. No, it wasn't the Finals yet. It was just the eliminations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one was sure who would win. Both teams just kept on answering shots one after the other. After a long enduring run of tabulating the scores, the Tigers had the final say when one of its best rookies, Khasim Mirza, passed through Nonoy Baclao's defence and gaining the upper hand, 71-70. There were only 19.3 seconds left and a final time out for the Blue Eagles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time was boiling down as the ball was put back into play. It was finally in the hands of Ford Arao, Ateneo's leading scorer. Slipping to the other side of the court, Kirk Long decided to take the leather to his hands because the Eagles main man, Chris Tiu, was heavily guarded. He attempted a three-point gunner but thought otherwise. He took a step pass Jervy Cruz and threw a long two. Thomasians and Ateneans alike, everyone began to pray. With what seemed like forever, the ball slipped inside the basket as soon as the buzzer sounded. The Blue Eagles won with a score of 72-71.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just like all the spectators in blue and white, Bea, Mommy and I were jumping up and down, screaming our lungs out. Everyone was rejoicing! The funny thing that happened was that everyone just pounced on their hero causing them to stumble on the floor. &lt;em&gt;Para silang mga bata na dahil sa sobrang tuwa ay nagkadaganan na!&lt;/em&gt; There were hugs and well-deserved pats on the back showing the brotherhood they share. The hero, then ran to his family, earning a big hug from his proud father. (Aww...) And you know what warmed our hearts even more? &lt;strong&gt;They gave back all the glory and praise to God.&lt;/strong&gt; (The prayer was led by Coach Norman Black and former Blue Eagle, Doug Kramer. Both are Christians, by the way.) What a reward it was for his children! Praise God for this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: The LONG-awaited hero just turned 19 today.Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-7902455399404591469?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/7902455399404591469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=7902455399404591469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/7902455399404591469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/7902455399404591469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/09/drama-that-caused-hangover.html' title='The Drama That Caused the Hangover'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-4693679816759038206</id><published>2007-08-08T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T07:44:46.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The UPCAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Sunday, I became part of history. I became among the many thousands of hopefuls to enter one of the most prestigious universities in the Philippines - the University of the Philippines. It was time to take the entrance exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was honestly very nervous last Saturday (I was quiet for almost the whole day thinking that nothing was about to happen the following day). Good thing, my mother was there to support me. Last night, we prayed together, opening our hearts to accept whatever the results will be. Although it's really our hearts desire to pass all the examinations I'm going to take, but God might have plans otherwise. When we finished, tears just flowed down my cheeks. I was afraid of the outcome. I was afraid to get hurt again. In the same time, I was touched and happy on how supportive my whole family is. My dad even called me last night just to tell me to do my best and he's always there for me. I was also touched when my mom told me that a lot of people were praying for me (thank you, by the way). I've never thought that a lot of people cared for me! ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The following day (August 5), I woke up feeling nothing but relaxed. It was like another ordinary day for me. We arrived early at the venue, knowing how heavy the traffic will be if we arrived a little later. The funny thing was my mom was more excited than I am! Hahaha. When the test began in a few minutes, I was surprise to find myself that I am relaxed until now! It feels like I was leaning on God's shoulder telling me that everything will be alright. Wow! God is really amazing, isn't he? I remember what my mom said the previous night: "God allows us to be nervous because He wants us to learn how to depend on Him". Among life's lessons, this is one that I'll never forget. Whatever the result may be, I will stay strong for it is according to God's will. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: I want to thank everybody who have prayed and supported me. It really meant a lot to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next up, the ACET on September 16. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-4693679816759038206?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/4693679816759038206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=4693679816759038206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/4693679816759038206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/4693679816759038206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/08/upcat_08.html' title='The UPCAT'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-7556439334798524378</id><published>2007-07-27T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:08:46.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Craziness ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People, especially those who don't really know me, usually think I act to mature for my age, poised, and all grown-up. Well, probably if you are one of them, you would think twice. Haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was a good thing that classes were dismissed early yesterday and we had no classes for today because of the career orientation. Maybe you're wondering why, it's because more than 24 hours ago was the clash of two of the best schools in collegiate basketball - De La Salle University and Ateneo De Manila University. The "Thrilla in Manila".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am an Ateneo fan. Hehe. :D And I was screaming, cheering and just acting really wild with excitement over the intense fight. Who wouldn't be if you're such a fan? Plus, there were 10 deadlocks in the game and the rival teams just kept on answering each other's shots. It was really really intense. Even my mom started screaming (by the way, much noisier than me). Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Right before the end of the game, a family friend of mine texted my mom. Guess what? CLASSMATE NIYA SI CHRIS TIU! I don't know if I have mentioned this before, pero crush na crush na crush ko siya! Wah! Then, just in time, Chris Tiu nailed his three pointer from the corner stretching their lead to four against La Salle (hmm... I sound just like a sportscaster! hehe.). There were few answers from JV Casio, but when he fouled Chris (ano to? feeling close? hahaha.), Ateneo got the chance to put this rivalry to the end because of the co-captain's 80% shooting rate from the free throw line. Finally, after four quarters and an overtime of competition, the Eagles soared above the Archers. 80-77.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since I already mentioned about the whole I-am-crushing-on-Chris-Tiu thing, I found out something. All I knew was that he is taking up Management Engineering (ME), but what surprised me was he is taking up Applied Mathematics: Finance. In other words, he is a DOUBLE MAJOR! All I can say is that, WOW! What more can you ask more of this guy? He isn't just a handsome face, but a brilliant student, an effective leader, and a morally upright person (based from his interviews, you can really tell if a person is raised well by the words that come out of his mouth). And mind you, I rarely see guys like him nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahaha. So now you know how crazy and passionate I am with regards to collegiate basketball. Yeah, I was jumping up and down, up and down, running all over the house, screaming just because of Ateneo and Chris Tiu. Haha. These are just the simple things that make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-7556439334798524378?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/7556439334798524378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=7556439334798524378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/7556439334798524378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/7556439334798524378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/07/blue-craziness.html' title='Blue Craziness ^_^'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-5657300491464961494</id><published>2007-07-18T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T03:42:37.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Almost Happened Was a Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since yesterday, I was torn up choosing between two things - something I really want to do since it only comes once in your life and another that may put me in a safe corner to leave no regrets. With so much confusion in mind, I ended up choosing the second, which is to attend the 2nd session of my review for the UPCAT. But even though I have reached up a decision, I wasn't happy. I even ended crying in my seat during class because of the overflowing disappointment. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aren't decisions made for someone not to regret anything?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked a few people to give me advice. It was better to accept the once-in-a-lifetime oppurtunity. I was chosen along with some selected students to represent the school in an inter-school economic congress in UP. Now, who would say no to that? It is a big privilege! But, somehow, my mother won't agree to it. Reviewing for the UPCAT is more important, she said. Great, just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But, as a familiar saying goes, "&lt;u&gt;If there's a will, there's a way.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did just that. I called the review center a while ago and the 2nd session is also offered on Sunday. As long as the session isn't full, I can definitely go! The good news is I can go to the congress! Yehey! Now, I can attend both scheduled activities without leaving any regrets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(I just wish that my mom is proud to me, since she isn't showing any sign that she's happy about my decision.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Lord, thank You for making a way for me not to leave any regret. Thank You for answering my prayer. I am truly grateful for all you have done. Thank You as well for the people, especially Lea, who touched my heart when she told me that she would support me whatever decision I will come up with. May You open the heart of my mother concerning this matter. All I want to do is for her to be proud of me. Please do so, Lord, so my heart will be at peace."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-5657300491464961494?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/5657300491464961494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=5657300491464961494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/5657300491464961494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/5657300491464961494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-almost-happened-was-sacrifice.html' title='What Almost Happened Was a Sacrifice'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-5524552727297653046</id><published>2007-07-16T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T03:01:38.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Bittersweet Melodrama..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sounds... bittersweet isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Apologies for posting for a very long time. Being an aspiring salutatorian, class secretary, CAT officer and a soon-to-be editorial staff member (I still have dreams of becoming editor-in-chief of our school paper before I graduate) all in one isn't really easy. In addition to that are college and scholarship applications to fill up and review classes to attend. Haii... when will I ever take a breather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll be posting again once I've taken a break. I'll be also updating my multiply when that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-5524552727297653046?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/5524552727297653046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=5524552727297653046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/5524552727297653046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/5524552727297653046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/07/her-bittersweet-melodrama.html' title='Her Bittersweet Melodrama..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-7307066289806659860</id><published>2007-05-02T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T04:49:44.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman Day..</title><content type='html'>Labor Day. Araw ng Manggagawa. It was a day that all would give tribute to our Filipino workers whether they are overseas or just in factories. To celebrate this event, our government announced long ago that May 1 would be a National Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago was May 1. Everyone gets out and does whatever he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, May 1, also marked a new 'holiday' -- Spiderman Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember, I had picked up a newspaper from our church office. It has been a usual habit of mine since I'm a journalist-wannabe. While I let my eyes run down the headlines for something worth reading, a black and white picture of a well-known web slinger caught my attention. Nope, it wasn't an old black-and-white movie that our grandma's use to watch, but the long-awaited third installment of Spiderman. That picture dated a year ago. Now, it's a mega-Asian blockbuster hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman 3's World Premiere was held in Tokyo, Japan last April 16. With the Philippines and other Asian countries lucky enough, the movie is now in cinemas ahead of the United States (May 4). On its premiere, it already earned millions of dollars making it a blockbuster hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this is the story? Nope. That's just the intro of it. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a loooooooooong line to the ticket booth alright. It was a sudden gimmick so we aren't the lucky ones who already have those tickets in our hands. Hahaha. How I envy them! While time tortured our aching legs and sore feet, we watched a number of people fall out from line, deciding to watch the movie next time. Guess their string of patience already broke. Anyway, our stomachs were already grumbling so a few of us grabbed something to eat. Hehehe. In other words, we already had a picnic for a while. Unfortunately for me, I was wearing a skirt -- umm, scratch that -- a MINI-SKIRT. Hahaha. I was torturing myself. So I was left standing in line with my wedges on. Good thing I am already used to standing for hours because of our COCC. Hehehe. Advantage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after almost 3  DRAGGING AND CRUEL HOURS, we finally got our beloved tickets. Hahaha. Patience is indeed a virtue. So, we're on to the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask, "How was it?"  Over-all? I give the movie 5 stars. Even though I am not a fan of ordinary-civilians-turned-superhero type of movies, it caught my attention. I was amazed by the visual effects like the crawling black goo and how you can see sand particles without using a microscope because of the Sandman. The stunts were superb. Spidey isn't all web, but he can actually fight. And of course, the unforgettable transformation of Peter Parker from a nerdy-looking journalist to emo. Hahaha. Honestly, it looked actually sexy on him. I'm not saying that I am staying on the badside, but it really suited him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides from what we all the special effects and action we saw, I hope we also diverted our attention to what Peter Parker had said. From "With great power comes great responsibility", all changed to "We all have choices." It was a great conclusion for the movie because each of the characters made their own choices, especially our protagonist. He was torn between the temptation of becoming more powerful and staying on the good side. When he chose to wear the black suit, he became a whole new person -- hurting everyone who cared for him. Soon, after losing everything, he regretted his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have to say that this movie isn't really for kids. It's more of a PG-13. Well, the fight scenes are intense but not to the point that they're gorey. So if you're going with somebody way younger than you, just accompany them. Don't worry about the babysitting, you'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching, we made our way going in circles in The Block until it closed. Hahaha. We were in there for a whole day! With nothing to do, we took pictures with Mr. Potatohead and Spiderman. We were actually so sleepy that we made a fool out of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot like a despedida for me, because for the next three weeks, I'll be at the south of the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-7307066289806659860?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/7307066289806659860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=7307066289806659860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/7307066289806659860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/7307066289806659860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-day.html' title='Spiderman Day..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-4138745687913585266</id><published>2007-04-26T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T07:29:45.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of an Untold Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just like every little girl, my mother used to read to me stories wherein Cinderella left one of her glass slippers, a kiss woke up Aurora from her sleep, Belle waltzed with the Beast, and Jasmine went on for a magic carpet ride. Because of my innocence, I believed that fairytales can happen. And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It did -- after almost a decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He was close to perfection. He has everything I pictured -- no, he has MORE than everything I ever pictured. I found him. My prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just like all fairytales, there were opposing forces and magical fairies. Those who and which didn't want to give me a happy ending made my eyes swollen from crying and my heart confused. Fortunately, I had fairies. With a twirl of their wands, my prince and I grew closer. Friends to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was my fairytale -- a lot like many of the stories you know. But unlike Snow White and Cinderella, it didn't end with a kiss from a prince. It actually ended because the princess no longer loves the prince. She still treasured what they shared before, but the prince was busy for the King's kingdom. She will no longer see him that often nor speak to him like old times. They have different paths to walk on, so the princess lets go of his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lived in my fairytale for almost two years already. Even though it didn't go according to what I had in mind, I still believe that fairytales can really happen. I just hope that my next fairytale will finally be a "Happy Ever After".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-4138745687913585266?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/4138745687913585266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=4138745687913585266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/4138745687913585266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/4138745687913585266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/04/story-of-untold-princess.html' title='Story of an Untold Princess'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-117595629755018264</id><published>2007-04-07T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T07:31:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terribly Sad and Painfully True...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am well aware of the fact that I haven't posted anything recently. And the alibis that I've been using before are still the reasons why. I'll be posting a lot next time. For now, I have to confront my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Three days ago, it has just occured to me that I will soon be facing a painful reality. In two months, he will be setting off to college while I will still have my last year in high school. We will rarely see and communicate each other because we're going to be too busy fulfilling our dreams. Terribly sad and painfully true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know I will soon enter college, but still there is no chance of meeting him as frequently as before. We're still going to be distances away from each other&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like polar ends on the opposite sides of the globe. (Well, it kinda sounds exaggerating but you probably know what I mean. On the other hand, it might sound possible.) Again, terribly sad and painfully true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Considering these realizations, I have come up with a difficult conclusion. I'm letting go of my feelings for him. They're of no use anymore. Plus, we'll get to meet other people -- many more people that are so much better. And probably, we'll get to fall in love with them. Besides, this game all along was one-sided. I was the only one who was interested. I need to move on. It would be for the better. Especially for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-117595629755018264?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/117595629755018264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=117595629755018264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/117595629755018264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/117595629755018264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/04/terribly-sad-and-painfully-true.html' title='Terribly Sad and Painfully True...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-117240468214052895</id><published>2007-02-25T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:58:02.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Wakas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah! Talagang...FINALLY! Makakapag-post na ako! Hehehe. Palibhasa kasi walang pasok bukas. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Junior-Senior Prom 2006-2007...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her hair had added volume and was styled as if a strong wind messed it up. Her face was full of color and her ears sparkled because of the earrings that hung on her ears. She looked so different from the usual casual attire. Now, she is clad in a cocktail dress, glittery silver heels, and a pouch bag that matched her dress. She was the girl in the mirror...my own reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had longed to experience this a long time ago - young ladies in elegant gowns while the young men were in their best suits. Now, I still couldn't believe that I will be experiencing this first-hand. I looked so different and I'm sure my other classmates too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was among the first ones to arrive because I will be one of the masters of ceremonies along with fellow batchmate, Alex Ching. Everytime the hands of the clock moved, the more and more people came in the ballroom. When my classmates came, I was amazed on how they looked. They were so pretty while the guys looked great with their suits. Everyone looked so different. It was like they have gone out of their shell and ready to strut their stuff to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We then started the prom with the Cotillion de Honor (tama ba spelling?). I was among the dancers and my partner was one of my classmates, Eduardo. Even though we tried to keep our poise, we can't help to notice the slippery floor and how small the dance floor was. Thankfully, we ended the dance with grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then the rest was history, but all in all, I had a great time. What I would never forget during that time was when the boys from our class asked each of us to dance a slow dance with them. Hahaha. I didn't know that our guys were that romantic. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehehe. I can't wait for our final prom night and that would be...in our senior year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Scar that Finally Healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Thursday was reserved for the Speech Olympics in our school. I will be competing in the Extemporaneous Speaking competition once again, but only in a different setting. Last December was difficult for me, as you all know, but here I am again. The scar in my heart hurts even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I prayed to God the night before. I asked Him, "Lord, is this the chance You're giving me?". "Tomorrow, my child, you will know," He whispered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up early to spend a few minutes with God before the big event. I told Him, "&lt;em&gt;Lord, you know how much I want to win this. Yet, whatever the results may be, may You teach my heart to accept it and continue to be happy with life. I'm not here to please other people, but to please You because You have given this talent. I owe it all to You, Lord. Thank You.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When it was time for the contest proper, the three of us (Johanna, Kathy and I) were held in the "Waiting Room". When I came to know about the topic, my mind was flooding with thoughts and prayer. I was so nervous. Even though I was the last to be called, I couldn't stop my heart beating so fast. When my name was called, I took a deep breath and started speaking the words what God wanted me to speak. I didn't know how I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When it was time to announce the winners, I began to become nervous again. Then I told Johanna and Kathy that whoever wins, let's all be proud because it came from our class. When Kathy was called for Third Place, I held on to Johanna. Then, I heard my name. I received Second Place. But, as much as I wanted to win that time, I didn't feel any regret or disappointment. I was more than happy as ever! When we arrived, I was jumping up and down as if I won a million dollars or something. And even though I, the best speaker of the class, didn't win first place, my classmates congratulated me. I wasn't there to please them, but they still accepted me for who I am. What made me laugh was that my classmates even thought of putting me and Johanna on a bet. I was happy, so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I got home, I cried to my mother telling her what I felt. This was God's plan all along. He taught me how to accept results because it is according to God's will. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the while I thought that winning the contest would heal the scar, but all it took was God's will. Even though I'm only Second, I feel that I won because of God. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-117240468214052895?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/117240468214052895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=117240468214052895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/117240468214052895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/117240468214052895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/02/sa-wakas.html' title='Sa Wakas...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-117205541353477236</id><published>2007-02-21T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:56:53.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MaRaMinG DaPat i-bLog perO maraMinG giNaGawa (Haii...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well-said and stated the obvious. As much as I want to blog about a lot of things, I still have tons of work to do. Haii... Anyway, here are the topics I will be blogging about in the near future (and I don't know when will that be...):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Princess in Me: My First Junior-Senior Prom &lt;/strong&gt;(Pics available in my Multiply Account!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Three is the Number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Abangan! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-117205541353477236?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/117205541353477236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=117205541353477236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/117205541353477236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/117205541353477236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/02/maraming-dapat-i-blog-pero-maraming.html' title='MaRaMinG DaPat i-bLog perO maraMinG giNaGawa (Haii...)'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-117128214924297535</id><published>2007-02-12T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T04:09:09.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Last 30 Minutes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it is only possible turn back time and savor those last 30 minutes with him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dad woke up early than his usual rest because I asked him to fetch me to school today. None of us spoke while we were in the car. I rested my chin on my hand and stared aimlessly at each passing street light and vehicle. He reached out and held my hand. And then I knew, we were already in front of my school. I didn't go out immediately, but instead, embraced him.  I had finally let go of the tears that were held inside my eyes the whole time. We won't be seeing each other that much anymore. He is bound to fly to Indonesia because of work. And the next time that we would be able to see each other is on May.I cried to him saying, "&lt;em&gt;Mamimiss kita, daddy&lt;/em&gt;" all over again. Then he told me, "&lt;em&gt;Mamimiss din kita, anak&lt;/em&gt;. Be strong ok?" I didn't reply immediately because of my uncontrollable sobs but then nodded. "I love you, dad." I didn't proceed to where my line was, but instead looked outside at the green CRV. He's still there probably crying. I returned to my line, still crying from saying the most painful farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You could just probably imagine the tears flowing from eyes as I write this post. Everytime I remember him, I couldn't help but cry. I feel incomplete without seeing him. I feel like part of me has been ripped out. I love my dad so much. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;So dad, if you're reading this, I miss you so much and I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-117128214924297535?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/117128214924297535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=117128214924297535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/117128214924297535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/117128214924297535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2007/02/those-last-30-minutes.html' title='Those Last 30 Minutes...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-116676591590635650</id><published>2006-12-21T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:38:35.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Six Feet Under...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a nearly two-month “disappearance”, she has finally come back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I’m back, people! Haha. It’s good to be back blogging again. I miss my blog so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the list of what I will be talking about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Tremedous Leap of Faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regional Secondary Schools Press Conference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice of Our Youth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Healing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Party Time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Quality of Being True or Real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Tremendous Leap of Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/strong&gt;Everything was packed. Balik-bayan boxes were everywhere. The cupboards were empty; my mother’s figurines weren’t displayed anymore -- the house was bear. The truck came in that morning. It was really time to move.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Two months. For two months, we begged, prayed, and waited. And honestly, I still can’t believe by the fact that we already have a house that we can call our own. OUR HOUSE. It just sounds so different when you say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        November 26, 2006 marked the beginning of a new life in our new home. A new tapestry full of memories will be woven. I asked mom if we’re going to stay here forever, and she nodded. Many things will happen under a new roof. My sister will soon be in high school while I will soon be off to college as well. A lot more will unfold. A whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Every time I look at our new house from outside, I thank God for all that we have been through. My parents weren’t the only one who struggled during those times, my sister and I as well. We even doubted God’s plan for the house because He was so silent. We were wrong. &lt;strong&gt;He was listening during all those times of turmoil. He was just testing our patience and even our faith on His plans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        One night, my mother showed me a newspaper article she had kept over a year. The house in the article looked exactly like our new house! Only, it is a little bit bigger. We checked the date and it read “September 2005”. What a coincidence, isn’t it? It was in God’s plan all along!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        This experience taught us to rely on Him. We shouldn’t rush into things. &lt;strong&gt;God has a perfect plan for everyone.&lt;/strong&gt; All we need is a tremendous leap of faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Regional Secondary Schools Press Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ever since the day I attended the Journalism Workshop back when I was in Grade 4, I fell in love with all forms of writing, especially journalism. Honestly, I wanted to back out from the very first day. But, I realized this might be the very thing I am destined for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I became excited when our journalism adviser announced to me on such a short notice that I will be joining in the Regional Secondary Schools Press Conference (RSSPC). I miss competing in the field of writing! Without any hesitation, I agreed to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The day of the contest finally arrived. We were seated at the back, so you could probably just imagine us yawning because we can’t hear anything. After hours of just sitting there, it was time for the contest proper. I was one of the people who had to wait for hours because I am competing for one category only, Copy reading and Headline Writing, my forte and favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Before battling our wits on grammar and editing, participants for Copy reading and Headline Writing were honored to have &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Isagani Yambut&lt;/strong&gt;, publisher of the Philippine Daily Inquirer, as our judge. He gave us a quick briefing on what he was looking for and other tips that we can use. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any time left for any of us to have an autograph from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I frankly had a difficult time copy reading. I am sure that I won’t be able to go to Baguio were the Nationals will be held nor be among the Top 10. It happened just as I expected. We had little time left for the training that’s why we weren’t that prepared. That’s when I began to miss once again our former journalism adviser, &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Digna Umali&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I fell in love with journalism because of her. She was the one who unwrapped the gift that was hidden in me -- the gift of writing. She was the first to worry why I left Saint Claire when I was a freshman. I miss her so much already. I really want to talk to her someday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         Anyway, as for the contest, I will be much more prepared in my senior year. I am not really aspiring to rank first, but to become one of the students, who are part of the Top 10 in the Nationals, is already a great honor for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Voice of Our Youth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In class, I was considered as one of the best speakers by my teachers and classmates. My voice then reached to Villa Corrina when I was chosen to be one of the emcees of our First Convocation. I was satisfied with all of that, but I never knew that my voice could even soar to greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I had just finished eating dinner when the phone rang. Our helper picked up the phone and told me it was one of my teachers. I was curious on who could it be. I was then surprised when I knew that it was &lt;strong&gt;Sir Castro&lt;/strong&gt;, my teacher in Grammar. At first, I thought he was going to give me an errand, but he told me something that was unexpected. He told me that I was chosen to represent the school in the coming &lt;strong&gt;Voice of Our Youth: National Impromptu Speaking Competition&lt;/strong&gt;. I was completely surprised. I asked him again, thinking that I must be hallucinating, but his news was true. I was stammering when we continued to talk about it. After putting the phone back to where it belongs, I screamed and jumped up and down with joy. I couldn’t believe it! Out of hundreds of students, I, a third year student, was chosen to become a participant of this contest! What honor it is for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The training lasted for many weeks. And during those times, I even have my own drama. A couple of years ago, we had reached the Nationals because of one particular student. I couldn’t deny on how wonderful she talks back when I was in elementary, but comparing me from her by other teachers was too much. No one likes to be compared from anyone else right? But to the fact that the teachers are the ones who are doing the comparison is painful for me. What even hurts me is that I could hear them so clearly! I want to tell them that &lt;strong&gt;I am me. I am not that student. We have our own ways of speaking and both of us are unique from each other.&lt;/strong&gt; I composed myself with those thoughts. They would never listen to me, especially I am not that student they’re referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The date of the contest was postponed a couple of times. I smiled thinking that God was giving me more time to prepare myself so I would be declared as the winner or among the students who will proceed to the second eliminations. Or so I thought…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The moment had finally come. Surprisingly, I found myself relaxed as if I was there wasn’t any contest. The contest proper started late than what was designated. We drew lots to know ho comes first, second, and so forth. I was the fifth to speak. We, contestants, were guided to stay in a waiting room. Inside, I made a few acquaintances -- the participant from Ramon Magsaysay High School, from Grace Christian Academy, from Stella Maris, from Saint Anthony, and from Ateneo De Manila High School. After long minutes of composing myself and organizing my ideas, I was finally called to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I couldn’t remember what I said or how I talked, all I know is that I went berserk. After a probable four minutes of talking, I became comfortable of what I did. There might be a possibility that I can be part of the Top 6 (we were 12, which means they will get half) that will proceed to the second eliminations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        After a not-so-sumptuous meal, it was time for the announcement of winners. We were all called in front to get our certificates of participation. As each student was called, the more I became excited to hear my name. 6th… 5th… 4th… 3rd… 2nd… and finally, the 1st. For a while, my chest began to ache. My heart stopped pounding. I can’t breathe. My world crumbled to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I didn’t make it. I returned to my seat silently. I can’t look at anyone right now, especially to my teacher. I kept on pressing my lips until I could feel the pain. This must be a nightmare, but wasn’t. I didn’t make it for real. I wanted to cry right there and then, but I fought the tears. I don’t want anyone to see me crying. Not in front of many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I stayed silent until the rest of the trip back to school. None of us dared to speak a single word. When we finally got there, I wanted to run away. But I can’t. I still need to face them no matter what. Every time, they would ask me on how did I do, whether a teacher or student, I just simply shake my head. Their answers vary, but they all mean the same thing -- “it’s OK, at least you had the experience”. I put on a fake smile, letting them know that I’m fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I would never forget what Kathy told me when she knew what happened: “&lt;em&gt;OK lang yan, Cheska. Ikaw pa rin ang aming ‘summary’. Astig ka pa rin.&lt;/em&gt;” I just want to cry and hug her after she said that. I never knew that someone would say something like that to me, especially after what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        When my mother finally came to fetch me, I let the tears fall. Instead of putting her hands on the steering wheel, she placed her hands around me and tried to comfort me. From streams, my tears became rivers that were endlessly flowing. I couldn’t stop. I was miserable. I failed my parents, my classmates, my friends, my teachers -- everyone who expected me to win. What even hurts me more is that everyone who I have been acquainted to were part of the Top 6. It just seems so unfair. Everyone prayed for me. I even begged to God to give me a chance to reach the Nationals. This happens only once in a lifetime! However, it slipped away from my grasp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         I couldn’t stop crying. I kept on asking God, “&lt;em&gt;Lord, why did you let this happen? Tell me, Lord.&lt;/em&gt;” I felt that God has forsaken me. He gave me this chance, but didn’t grant my heart’s desire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The day after the competition, I didn’t go to school. I was so ashamed of myself. I was so embarrassed to show my face to everyone who expected me to win. My parents supported my decision. I just need time to let the deep scar heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        We were having a silent breakfast when my mother asked me if I want to go out and spend time together. I simply nodded. She might probably be thinking that this might be a good idea to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        We went to Gateway and decided to watch “Happy Feet”. The movie was great, especially with the songs and dance numbers. However, the ending was anti-climatic. The story teaches us that it isn’t bad to be different. In fact, being different will make you recognizable and others can even come out of their shell because of you. I say it was anti-climatic because in the end, it somehow lost that point. However, I’ll still give five stars because it brought back the happiness that I almost lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         Typing about this painful experience still brings tears to my eyes. But I’m glad that there are people who can bring back the smiles and the laughter back to me. God hasn’t revealed to me the answer to my question until this very moment. He’s probably waiting for the perfect timing to tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It’s Party Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        On the last day of our exams, our class had our very own Christmas Party. That was the last day for all of us to be together for the year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        The highlight of the party was of course our Kris Cringle. All the gifts were gathered at the center. One by one, the student will get his or her gift and give it to the one he picked. What was even more exciting was that days before the party, each one of us told what gift we would like to receive. When everyone got their gifts, all of us opened them at the same time. Most of us got the gifts that we wanted, including me! I finally have my very own copy of Elisabeth Elliot’s Passion and Purity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The day after was the much-awaited High School Dance. The party even includes a dance and a band competition. Unfortunately, we didn’t win in both competitions. However, I received praises from my fellow classmates because of my dancing even though I forgot a lot of steps. Our band was great, especially Joko who surprised me with his talent in music. In other words, &lt;em&gt;na-elibs talaga ako&lt;/em&gt;. There is also this other member of the band who definitely is cute and was great when he performed a solo on his guitar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         Overall, I must say that the party was average. I prefer the party that happened last year when everyone was hyped to dance the night away. If I were to organize the event, I would suggest that the High School Dance should be all about dancing. On the other hand, the band competition can be held on our school fair. This can be a part of our fund-raising project. I observed that the competition destroys the momentum of everyone who were in his or her party mode. Oh well, it sure was an enjoyable night somehow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Quality of Being True or Real&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I was looking for the perfect word to describe my situation right now. Thanks to our Spelling set, I found that very word.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                              Verisimilitude = the quality of being true or real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        For a short while, loving the impossible made me set my standards on a higher level that I thought no one would ever reach. However, it was all an alibi. I was escaping from reality and even my true feelings. I realized that &lt;strong&gt;I’m making a fool out of myself, not admitting that I still love him&lt;/strong&gt;. So right now, I want to be true with myself. I still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the end of my ultra-long entry. We still don’t have an internet connection. However, I manage to look for a way by using my phone. We’ll probably have a regular internet connection by January and yes, it will be DSL. Toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the way, &lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-116676591590635650?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/116676591590635650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=116676591590635650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116676591590635650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116676591590635650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-six-feet-under.html' title='From Six Feet Under...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-116264182829455577</id><published>2006-11-04T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T04:03:48.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mukhang Mahal Ko Pa Siya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pansin niyo? Hindi na English yung mga entries ko. Tagalog na. Hahaha. Sawa na kasi ako mag-type sa English kahit na yun yung first language ko. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Minsan ayoko siya makita. Minsan gusto ko siya makita. Eh, ayoko na nga sa kanya di ba? Bakit hinahanap ko pa siya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hindi naman ako naive kapag nandyan siya. Wala lang talaga yung kilig feeling. Hindi ko naman sinasabi na gusto kong ibalik yung feeling na yun kaso...ewan ko ba. Naguguluhan ako sa sarili ko. Sabi nga nila na, "&lt;em&gt;Bakit ka pa magmamadali kung kayo naman ang nakalaan para sa isa't-isa?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ganun nga yata kapag nagmahal ka. Hindi nga basta-basta nawawala. Pero, gusto ko ba talaga mawala ito o gusto ko panatiliin ito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kanta ko para dyan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BAKIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;by&lt;strong&gt; Rachelle Ann Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ikaw, Ang nagbibigay ligaya sa akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa aking damdamin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dala'y ngiti sa puso ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kapag ika'y kasama ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa tuwing ika'y nakikita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biglang sumasaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lungkot ay nawawala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nagtatanong ang puso ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ano kaya ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bakit hanap-hanap kita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bakit hindi nagsasawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa puso ko’y laging ikaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging nais na matanaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bakit hindi nagbabago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mayro’ng kaba sa puso ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anong nadarama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ikaw na nga kaya, mahal ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[Repeat 2nd Verse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hindi ko maintindihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minsa’y gulong-gulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bigla na lang naramdaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nandirito ang puso ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mahal ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mukhang mahal ko pa siya. Hindi maganda ito.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-116264182829455577?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/116264182829455577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=116264182829455577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116264182829455577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116264182829455577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/11/mukhang-mahal-ko-pa-siya.html' title='Mukhang Mahal Ko Pa Siya...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-116220786901335846</id><published>2006-10-30T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T03:31:09.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngiti Lang Ako...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;October 28 - Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sumama na ako sa practice nina Krizsa for the fellowship this coming November. Hehehe. Di ko matiis eh. Gusto ko talaga sumayaw and mag-perform. Matagal-tagal na kasi eh. Plus... ANG TABA KO NA!!! Kailangan ko na talaga pumayat at kontrolin na ang pagkain ko. Pag dumating na kasi ang Christmas and ang birthday ko, kainan to the max and mahirap na magpapayat. Hehehe. Anyway, ang pagsasayaw ko will be one form of exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yehey!!! After so many weeks, nakapag-COC na kami. Hehehe. Daming updates especially sa pagitan namin ni Krish. Enjoy pa kami sa lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THE RIGHT THING AT THE WRONG TIME IS STILL THE WRONG THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahaha. Tawa nga ako ng tawa nung tinanong sa akin ni Ate Karen kung manligaw sa akin si Chris Tiu and as in now na. Aba, syempre, di ko na pakakawalan yun!!! XD Hahaha. Ang sarap mangarap! :D Sana magkatotoo. Jowk! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;October 29 - Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hehehe. Surprise! Surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finally, after months of waiting, na-baptize na ako! :) What's even more special about it is that tinupad ni God yung wish ni mama na ma-baptize ako within the week of her birthday! :D Kahit na hindi surprise pero malaking tuwa ng mom ko kasi after a long time siya naghintay for this moment to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hehehe. Na-shock si Ate Karen at si Ate Ai! :D Hehe. Glad you liked my surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nandun si Paul, isa sa mga classmates ko. Even though regular siya naga-attend ng church, I was glad na he sat at the front. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Si Patt gusto mapanood baptismal ko! XD Nung kinuwento ko sa kanya, excited na excited siya katulad ko. Hehehe. Don't worry, Patt, ipakita ko na lang sayo. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;MY PLANS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 4: Fil Oil-Flying V Homegrown Invitational Cup (1pm). &lt;/strong&gt;"They met at the UAAP and now, they will meet again." -- I met Chris Tiu at the UAAP and now, I will meet him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;again!!! Hahaha... Di na ako makapaghintay!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Practice para sa sayaw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Swimming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maghanda na sa Quiz Bee eliminations!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Excited na ako sa mga days to come. Excited na rin ako bumalik sa school kasi kasali ako sa Intrams! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-116220786901335846?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/116220786901335846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=116220786901335846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116220786901335846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116220786901335846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/10/ngiti-lang-ako.html' title='Ngiti Lang Ako...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-116204590892204590</id><published>2006-10-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T07:31:48.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Break Na!! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School's out for now, and I'm going to party!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, at least for nine days. Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;October 25 - My Mom's Birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The day before her birthday, dad treated the whole family to eat at one of our favorite hotels, the Edsa Shang-ri La. It was expensive alright, but it was really worth it. The food was delicious! There were dishes ranging from Filipino, Asian, Japanese, and even European. We had a feast! Bea and I even endulged ourselves with our very own crepe for dessert. Yummy! We would love to go back there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On the actual day, we celebrated mom's birthday with a touch of simplicity. Kani Salad for the appetizer, Spaghetti for the main course, and a caramel cake from Estrel's. Hehehe. Everyone was happy especially my mom who had a wonderful year and will soon have the greatest gift of all -- our new house. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/10252006213.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom who had just finished blowing her candle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/10252006212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A closer look at the cake. It looks so pretty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 27 - Opening of the Intramurals (Last Day! XD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everyone is as psyched as I do for our Semestral Break. We really need a goodnight sleep. We've been burning the midnight oil with all the requirements and exams in our hands. We, girls, hate looking at ourselves in the mirror because of all the eyebags and pimples on our faces. However, before all that...LET THE GAMES BEGIN! (Well, that would be until we get back on November 6. Teehee! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/1600/10272006214.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/200/10272006214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/1600/10272006215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/200/10272006215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Culiat High School's Drum and Lyre Band with an entertaining performance. They were great! I love the synchronization of the flags and the songs that they played.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Congratulations again to all the Juniors! Winning the Muse and Escort contest marks another step closer to being the Best Batch. Congratz! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-116204590892204590?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/116204590892204590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=116204590892204590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116204590892204590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116204590892204590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/10/sem-break-na-xd.html' title='Sem Break Na!! XD'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-116158976634231907</id><published>2006-10-23T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:49:26.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Frustration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He went silent after I mentioned his name. He sighed. "&lt;em&gt;Makaalis na nga&lt;/em&gt;," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Did I hurt him? He didn't even say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Was he jealous? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I like another, but he seems affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He likes another, so I don't bother the thought anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Or do I?&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/12754210-116158976634231907?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/116158976634231907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=116158976634231907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116158976634231907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116158976634231907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/10/behind-frustration.html' title='Behind the Frustration...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-116150468792477546</id><published>2006-10-22T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:11:27.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiny Space in My Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iimbitahin mo pa rin ba siya sa party mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Syempre. Kaibigan ko parin naman yun...tsaka, malaki ang utang na loob ko sa kanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was my conversation with my mom went when we were ready to leave SM and finished our shopping spree. Actually, there is a continuation on what I said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Malaki ang utang na loob ko sa kanya dahil...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;siya yung taong unang minahal ko.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is still that feeling that occupies a very tiny space in my heart to notice. Sometimes, I even feel lonely because we don't get to text or talk to each other that often. We're only friends right now. No more tingly feeling. No more kilig factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss him, but I'm letting go. And let me say that again&lt;em&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather fall into the arms of the unreachable than wishing for the person you love right now fall for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wish I could be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The one who could give you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The kind of love you really need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wish I could say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That I'll always stay with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the one you're needing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope someday you can find some way to understand I'm only doing this for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't really wanna go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But deep in my heart I know this is the kindest thing to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll find someone who'll be the one that I could never be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who'll give you something better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than the love you'll find with me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaving someone when you love someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the hardest thing to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you love someone as much as I love you &lt;/em&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/12754210-116150468792477546?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/116150468792477546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=116150468792477546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116150468792477546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/116150468792477546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/10/tiny-space-in-my-heart.html' title='A Tiny Space in My Heart...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115979539786698726</id><published>2006-10-02T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T06:23:17.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tear-Stained Face...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Only a few seconds were left. UST was leading by two points. Everyone was hanging on to his or her seats. The people in blue (and even I at home) were begging for a miracle. When the game clock boiled down to zero, so does my energy. The tigers finally caught their prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally in tears. I was disappointed and frustrated. Ateneo was the #1 team in the eliminations, while UST was #4. How frustrating is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wiped the tears away from my face, I saw JC Intal, the “Rocket” and #1 player of the Blue Eagles, crying over the defeat. Tears began to water again around my eyes as I remembered that this is his last year in the UAAP. What a painful graduation gift this is for him and for the rest of the seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was hard for me to accept the fact that the Blue Eagles lost. I wasn’t even in the mood to answer calls and text messages. Trying to choke back the sobs like Chris Tiu, I turned off the TV and walked away with a tear-stained face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115979539786698726?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115979539786698726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115979539786698726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115979539786698726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115979539786698726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/10/tear-stained-face.html' title='A Tear-Stained Face...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115969265725108373</id><published>2006-10-01T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:50:57.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three in One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Under Flying Roofs and Tumbling Trees&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a grey Thursday morning, I woke up seeing the coconut tree swaying crazily with the wind. Classes were suspended, according to the news. I was happy for I have enough time to do my requirements and watch the second game of the Finals between ADMU and UST scheduled on that day. Feeling excited, I didn’t notice that the winds have become stronger outside my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops fell heavily on our car as my mother drove my sister and I to my classmate’s house for practice. When we arrived, the electricity was cut off. Without anything to do, we just ate, slept, and stared at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, for me, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was busy tossing and turning on what we should do. I could hear my mind screaming, “You’re here for practice, not to lie around in someone else’s house!” In reply, I breathed a heavy sigh. How can we practice if there aren’t any batteries available and the electricity was cut off? I was imagining doing some steps for our dance until I heard pieces of yero crash down. I looked outside and saw a tree collapse and other stuff that weren’t there before we arrived. As I closed the door, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared. Hearing the wind howl and yeros falling apart, makes me want to hide until I can’t hear anything. I’ve never experienced a storm like this. It was really frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way going home, I saw a shocking scene that I never saw before. Branches of trees were scattered everywhere, a MMDA post fell, and pieces of stuff that probably belong to roofs of houses. When we arrived home, I was even more shocked to hear that my parents’ room, my sister’s room, and even the computer room were flooded. Miraculously, only my room wasn’t damaged by the wrath of the storm. I regret for not leaving earlier (blame it on my sister who still doesn’t want to go home). If I stayed home, I would have helped my parents clean up.&lt;br /&gt;The storm finally moved out of Metro Manila, but the supply of electricity isn’t turned on yet. My cell phone has no signal. There was no radio to listen to. There was nothing to do. It was only us and the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had nothing to do during that day, I recalled. My sister and I tried to kill boredom doing silly things and playing games. However, I pity those families who experienced things worse than this. For my sister and I, boredom can kill us, figuratively. For others, the storm killed their loved ones, houses, and crops under flying roofs and tumbling trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hardcourt Cutie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the wrath of &lt;em&gt;Milenyo&lt;/em&gt;, the second game of the Finals between ADMU and UST was postponed yesterday. It turns out to be what I expected. The UST Growling Tigers won making the Ateneo Blue Eagles push through a deciding game on Monday. (Ok, I sound like a courtside reporter. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past weeks of watching UAAP, I was drooling over a hardcourt cutie wearing a jersey #17 of the Ateneo Blue Eagles. His name is &lt;strong&gt;Christopher John A. Tiu&lt;/strong&gt; or more popularly known as &lt;strong&gt;Chris Tiu&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out two or three years ago when I accidentally flipped the channel and became interested in college basketball. By that time, I had a major crush on Joseph Yeo of the De La Salle Green Archers. (Hmm…I do have a taste for &lt;em&gt;chinitos&lt;/em&gt;, don’t I? XD) I only heard of the name “Chris Tiu” when he was crowned MVP in the Junior Division (I think…) or just one of the junior players of Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m totally obsessed with him. I found some information about him through various websites that proves he isn’t just a face. He’s smart -- I mean -- brilliant. It is rare to find someone like him, especially when you’re rich and handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something I found at one fan’s blog. If you’re a die-hard fan of Chris Tiu like me, you’ll probably laugh on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Background&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The "Little Girl" is seven years old... And all the other girls are in their Sophomore year at the Ateneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl 1 to Little Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; We lost!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; I know, and you were all cheering so loudly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl 2:&lt;/strong&gt; You'll understand us when you get there, because this is what college is all about: hell weeks and basketball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl 3:&lt;/strong&gt; And Chris Tiu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, and someday you'll go to college and have your very own "Chris Tiu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Girl: &lt;/strong&gt;What's a “Chris Tiu”?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl 3:&lt;/strong&gt; It's the epitome of perfection, dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Girl: &lt;/strong&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I love this post! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least there is still someone who is wonderful in the appearance of Chris Tiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haii…I hope it is true that when I’ll go to college, I will have my very own Chris Tiu. I’m sure you’re wishing for that, too. But for now, we’ll just turn on the television and cheer for our main man because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WIN OR LOOSE, IT’S CHRIS TIU WE CHOOSE!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;True Confessions :: Love the Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old flames die. Three simple words that are enough to describe how I feel right now. Old flames die. They loose their spark and their light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d rather fall in the arms of the unreachable than being with the impossible someone to fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I’m overreacting. Don’t worry it’s just an exaggeration on what I feel. Besides, it’s just a crush, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This realization dawned on me when I told my mother about him. She said that it’s better not to have a crush for you’ll never have that guy. The ones who will fall for you are the people you don’t like and the rightful man God chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, that explains why my special feelings for that someone disappeared. We’ll still remain friends, but not like before. So please, no more teasing and whatever gimmicks you have.       &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115969265725108373?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115969265725108373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115969265725108373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115969265725108373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115969265725108373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/10/three-in-one.html' title='Three in One...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115890621207467058</id><published>2006-09-21T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:23:32.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Cloud Nine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh my gosh! The month will soon be over and I only have one post for September. Well, you know my excuse.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hehehe. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M ON CLOUD NINE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bwahahaha. If I could just shout the reason why, I would have done it a long time ago. Hahaha. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Update List!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's the final day of our &lt;strong&gt;Second Mid-Quarter Exams&lt;/strong&gt;. Yehey! Although it's over, I have an uneasy feeling that my test scores aren't satisfactory enough. It might even affect my standing in the Outstanding Students List. Uh-oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krisza's birthday&lt;/strong&gt; was a blast! Hahaha. Kantahan to the max! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Our poster for the &lt;strong&gt;Reading Fair&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;First Runner-Up&lt;/strong&gt;! Yehey! What's even better is that one of the Third Year sections (III - Charity) was the &lt;strong&gt;Champion&lt;/strong&gt;! Double yehey! Just a few more competitions, we will finally get a taste of being the &lt;strong&gt;Best Batch&lt;/strong&gt; this year! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last but not the least, the biggest news of all...&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE MOVING TO A NEW HOUSE SOON&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm so excited! Everyone is excited! The house is really pretty -- especially the facade. And finally, my room will be designed JAPANESE! XD I will also have an aircon. Bwahaha. I can already invite my friends for a sleepover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my update list is enough for all of you who are anxious on what had happened to me. Toodles! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pixz!!! [Part II]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/200/Quatro%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me, Mariel, Albie, and Cess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/200/Quatro%21%21%5B02%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take two! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/200/Quatro%21%21%5B03%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, that wraps up our faces! Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song of the Day!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sore Ga Ai Deshou (I Guess That's Love)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From: Full Metal Panic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh well, I'll just post the English Lyrics. It's really Japanese, but...you get the point*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even if there are days when the tears roll down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;I want to have your back all for myself, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because kindness is also cruel sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I lose sight of the answer the more I search for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you can see the rainbow in the town after the rain&lt;br /&gt;let's start walking now, something is about to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I have you, because I have tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;because I can't live on all alone&lt;br /&gt;I feel you so close by me, I guess that's love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know how much pain tears can bring&lt;br /&gt;I want to find a smile in your transparent eyes&lt;br /&gt;as I search for a definite meaning in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although it'd be good if these feelings found their way into your heart&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The colour of the town changes little by little but&lt;br /&gt;see, our memories have again increased by one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because now I can embrace every word that you said&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that we'll come closer to each other&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if a tomorrow that nobody knows is waiting for us&lt;br /&gt;it's all right, don't cry anymore&lt;br /&gt;we'll join hands&lt;br /&gt;and keep walking on forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It isn't something that builds up in an instant&lt;br /&gt;but a feeling that grows a little at a time,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling called love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I have you, because I have tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;because I can't live on all alone&lt;br /&gt;I feel you so close by me, I guess that's love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know how much pain tears can bring&lt;br /&gt;I want to find a smile in your transparent eyes&lt;br /&gt;as I search for a definite meaning in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115890621207467058?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115890621207467058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115890621207467058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115890621207467058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115890621207467058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-cloud-nine.html' title='On Cloud Nine..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115729579495243399</id><published>2006-09-03T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T08:03:15.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixz!!! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally, my beaming smiles and crazy laughters have returned. I'm back to normal again. I guess I was just overreacting at the whole incident that I didn't realize I was wrong already. Anyway, thanks to Johanna for talking some sense into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;So, how did it go?&lt;/em&gt;" -- you would probably ask. Headline: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WE WON!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yup, we are the champions. After all that we have been through, as a class and individually, this is the fruit. The power of prayer is amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You, Lord, for being with us through thick and thin. Thank You for hearing our prayers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As for myself, Third Outstanding Student and surprisingly, First in Deportment. It was really a surprise for me because I wasn't active lately in the leadership sector. However, I remembered the criteria that our adviser told us. It isn't based only on leadership anymore, it's your whole character. At first, I thought I wouldn't be able to meet those standards, but I guess other people just see me in a different way than how I see myself sometimes. My mom also told me that leadership isn't really about standing in front and being under control. Anyway, I'm proud of what I have achieved. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PIXZ TIME!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/200/Ang%20Superhero%20ng%20Bayan%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuwing sasapit ang dilim..naghahasik na ng lagim..hahaha.. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/200/Mga%20nakapikit%20dyan%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/1600/Cuterz!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/200/Cuterz%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/1600/Cuterz!!![02].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/200/Cuterz%21%21%21%5B02%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marco, Eduardo, Albie, Cess, Marc T., Recyn, and MC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(additionals: Dennis, Apo, and Candy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First part of the Third Year pixz.. I'll post the others next time..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115729579495243399?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115729579495243399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115729579495243399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115729579495243399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115729579495243399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/09/pixz-xd.html' title='Pixz!!! XD'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115641449586569455</id><published>2006-08-24T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:14:56.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to hold on, but I need to let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I dropped everything on the table. I had enough and I don't want to continue any longer. I know this can make me lose my deportment, but I can't stand it any longer. Watching them practice with their &lt;em&gt;new and more respected leader&lt;/em&gt; a while ago made me cry. I have come to realize that I couldn't be a good leader. Those awards of leadership in the past are all buried now. They even seem like it was only a dream. Leadership is too much for me, especially when the people around you don't give you any respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On the bright side, someone shared the same pain I felt. I didn't expect it to be her, but I was glad it was her. She too feels disrespected and other people in which she named. I envy her for not even caring about the whole thing even though it hurts her. What finally made me smile were the things she said. I don't remember all, but those words were enough to lift my burden a little. &lt;em&gt;Recyn, thank you for making me feel better. I probably would still be crying if you didn't talk to me. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My burden was lifted a little bit, so I am not fully happy and back to my normal self. Help me smile. Help me laugh. Help me to feel really better. It doesn't matter who you are, but I just need somebody to bring back the real me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115641449586569455?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115641449586569455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115641449586569455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115641449586569455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115641449586569455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/08/help-me.html' title='Help Me...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115624909811435687</id><published>2006-08-22T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T05:18:18.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Busy, busy, busy, busy. Good thing there are days for vacation. :) Ok, time for the updates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*blush* &lt;-- I don't want to think about about what happened last week. It really made me blush..ehem.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"As much as possible, limit encounters with him..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My thought after last week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "What if the 'encounter' is always the one coming near me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, enough of that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/08212006003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh...I bet those clouds are heading for Manila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/08202006128.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights are so beautiful! :D [Royale Tagaytay Clubhouse]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/08202006126.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister and my dad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/1600/08202006131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/08202006131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/1600/08202006130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/08202006130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stars, stars, and more stars. It's amazing how they managed to place them up there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/08212006007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People say we look alike..:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115624909811435687?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115624909811435687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115624909811435687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115624909811435687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115624909811435687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th Post..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115528581329590744</id><published>2006-08-11T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:43:33.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 1 and Number 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honestly, I don't know where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One year had elapsed since he caught my attention. One year had elapsed since I noticed how charming he was. There were numerous instances that happened between us, even I can't seem to remember all. Over the summer, my heartbeat rose to a new level. We grew a lot closer than before. I kept my friendly face even though it hurts me inside. I thought I was lying to him and to myself. Yet, he was there making my day seem brighter. A smile is always plastered on my face whenever I feel his presence, even with just a simple "hi" or hello". He became my inspiration, even with the perspectives on what my heart says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I never knew that he would come back. I even forgot all about him. It had been almost five years since he left. Who would ever thought that someone would come back after such a long period of time? When he returned, I noticed how he has changed. He wasn't that smart anymore. He has even become one of "the boys" (you probably know what I mean, don't you?). He grew into a "Super D" person. He has become to proud of himself. The list goes on. He just isn't that cute boy I had a crush on in my elementary years. I was stuck with another one, so I thought it would be impossible for me not to fall for him anymore. My own pillow betrayed me. We grew close, somewhat similar to the closeness I have with the other. He began to tease and joke around me, making me ride along. Our personalities somewhat match. And physically speaking, I love his eyes. They are not the kind of eyes you usually see. We became too close, making my "rival" kind of jealous. &lt;em&gt;But, he used you! Have you even thought about that?! &lt;/em&gt;Yes, I thought about that. However, I don't know why how the past came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Masaya na ako kay Number 1, ngunit si Number 2 ay bumalik. Kapag wala si Number 1, si Number 2 ang nagpapaligaya sa akin and vice versa. Bakit tuwing kailan masaya ako sa isa, saka sisingit naman ang isa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung mahal mo talaga siya, patunayan mo sa akin. Pababalikin ko si Number 2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He wants to tell me something through Number 1 and Number 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115528581329590744?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115528581329590744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115528581329590744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115528581329590744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115528581329590744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/08/number-1-and-number-2.html' title='Number 1 and Number 2..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115469682345618978</id><published>2006-08-04T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T06:07:03.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Di mo lang alam, ako'y iyong nasaktan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Up Dharma Down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di mo lang alam, naiisip kita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo ako&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Di mo lang alam, hanggang sa gabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Inaasam makita kang muli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nagtapos ang lahat sa di inaasahang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Panahon at ngayon ako'y iyong iniwang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Luhaang, sugatan't, di mapakinabangan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sana nagtanong ka lang kung di mo lang alam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo namang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hindi mo lang alam kay tagal nang panahon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ako'y naririto pa rin hanggang ngayon, para sa iyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lumipas mga araw na ubod ng saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Di pa rin nagbabago ang aking pagsinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kung ako'y nagkasala, patawad na sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ang puso kong pagal ngayon lang nagmahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wooh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di mo lang alam ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo namang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Puro siya na lang, sana'y ako naman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Di mo lang alam ika'y minamasdan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sana'y iyong mamalayang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi mo lang pala alam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kahit tayo'y magkaibigan lang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bumabalik lahat sa tuwing nagkukulitan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baka sakali lang, maisip mo namang ako'y nandito lang&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi mo lang alam, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;matalino ka naman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kung ikaw at ako ay tunay na bigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sa laro na ito ay dapat bang sumuko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sana'y di ka na lang pala aking nakilala&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kung alam ko lang ako'y 'yong masasaktan ng ganito&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sana'y nakinig na lang ako sa nanay ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wooh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Malas mo...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ikaw ang natipuhan ko&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Di mo lang alam, ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obviously dedicated to a certain person, Mr. The One Gone. Nasasaktan nga ako everytime naririnig ko yung kantang yan sa radyo. Explain ko yung mga naka-underline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nagtapos ang lahat sa di inaasahang/Panahon at ngayon ako'y iyong iniwang/Luhaang, sugatan't, di mapakinabangan...Ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = practically explains everything. Akala ko na maaring bumalik yung pagtitinginan namin sa isa't isa, pero nasaktan nga ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puro siya na lang, sana'y ako naman/Di mo lang alam ika'y minamasdan &lt;/strong&gt;= &lt;/em&gt;di ko maiwasang magselos na mas napapansin niya siya na halatang nagkakandarapa sa kanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kahit tayo'y magkaibigan lang/Bumabalik lahat sa tuwing nagkukulitan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;= since kaklase ko naman siya, I consider him a friend as well. Bumabalik lahat sa akin especially pag pinagtitripan niya ako. Kinakanchawan nga namin ang isa't isa kanina eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sana'y di ka na lang pala aking nakilala/Kung alam ko lang ako'y 'yong masasaktan ng ganito &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;= nahulog ang loob ko sa kanya at yun pala sasaktan niya ako...kahit di niya alam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nagbago talaga siya. Hindi na siya yung taong nakilala ko. Kung ganun man lang, nagbago narin ang tingin ko sa kanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manggagamit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115469682345618978?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115469682345618978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115469682345618978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115469682345618978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115469682345618978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/08/di-mo-lang-alam-akoy-iyong-nasaktan.html' title='Di mo lang alam, ako&apos;y iyong nasaktan..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115442791038629215</id><published>2006-08-01T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T03:25:10.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out for Some Time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haii salamat at nakapag-computer muli ako! :) Pasensya na, ang dami ko kasing ginagawa eh. Napapagod na nga ako eh, plus the most terrifying is...nagkakaroon na ako ng dark circles and eyebags sa mata ko!!! Waaahhh..nagkakandalosya-losya na beauty ko!!! Hehehe..lakas ng tama ko noh?!?! Bwahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, ano ang nangyari sa akin for the past weeks? Hmm..dami eh. Sabihin ko na lang mga highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pinili ako bilang isa sa mga emcees sa First Quarter Convocation namin! Yehey! Natupad narin ang matagal ko nang pinapangarap! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I felt proud of myself with all the achievements I did -- the keyboard made out of colorful sponges (hehe..) and the poem recitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ang ganda ng concert ng Pussycat Dolls!! Woohoo! Well, that is except for the 'blah-blahs' and the 'boo-boos' by some unknown frontliners. Bwahaha..Pussycat Dolls fan na ako!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hahaha..lalo akong nai-in love sa kanya!! Ang sweet kasi niya plus ang cute cute niya!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hahaha..the rest mga patawa at kung anu-anong ka-churvahan (lalo na sa classroom namin)..hahaha.. :D Shocks! Ang lakas talaga ng tama ko ngayon! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115442791038629215?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115442791038629215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115442791038629215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115442791038629215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115442791038629215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/08/out-for-some-time.html' title='Out for Some Time..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115363620869361854</id><published>2006-07-22T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:30:08.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Binabawi ko na yung sinabi ko..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My best friend, Pat, has a point. He was clinging unto me for grades. He chose me because he knows I'm good at doing the project. And just like my friend said, if ever he knew about the Math project, he will surely come to me and ask to be his partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In other words, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;nakikisabit lang siya sa grades&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Honestly, I hate those kind of people. It is alright for me to depend on me as long as he/she is doing his/her part well. However, in this case, he is beyong the dependency line. At first, he was okay, but as the weeks go by, he then tells us: "&lt;em&gt;bahala kayo&lt;/em&gt;". I hate that kind of answer. Well, for me, it doesn't even sound as an answer. &lt;em&gt;Grr..kung pwede lang sana manapak ng tao, matagal ko nang ginawa yun sa kanya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He's definitely changed...for the worse. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wala na, binabawi ko na talaga mga sinabi ko noon.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, since one is gone, then one is left! Hahaha.. XD. Yup, I'll definitely stick to the one left. Bwahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haii..naku! Ang cute nya kasi eh. :D&lt;/em&gt; And you know something, he is way way better than the one gone. :D&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/12754210-115363620869361854?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115363620869361854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115363620869361854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115363620869361854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115363620869361854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/binabawi-ko-na-yung-sinabi-ko.html' title='Binabawi ko na yung sinabi ko..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115339201774832117</id><published>2006-07-20T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T03:40:17.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song to Share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caged Bird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miyamoto Shunichi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OST: DNAngel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*[Lyrics are originally Japanese, but I'll just put the English one so you would be able to understand]*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How high would I have to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To lose sight of you, so far away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I turn my eyes away, I might feel better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want to be looking always at you from somewhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Because there's no way I can forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At my wits' end, I keep staring up at the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's almost as if I was like a small bird inside a cage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Searching for the window, aimlessly wandering around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to see you right away, because I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though I want to run away because I'm scared of being hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If this unseen barrier around me should tear my wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Still, you are so precious to me that it makes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*[It is much better to hear the music itself. I promise you, it will make you cry.]*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115339201774832117?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115339201774832117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115339201774832117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115339201774832117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115339201774832117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/song-to-share.html' title='A Song to Share...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115286436125211966</id><published>2006-07-14T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:06:01.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit Ang Babae Mababaw Ang Kaligayahan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha!!! Ang cute ng title noh?!?! Hahaha..mukha na akong anime sa kilig!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hehehe..ang sweet niya sakin kagabi. :D Di ko malilimutan ang text niyang toh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;o sya cge slip n tau.. aga p pasOk bkas.. Cge nytie..(smilie face)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Waaahhh!!! Kilig talaga to the max! :D Hindi ie-erase yan! Bwahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dami rin naming moments kanina (xempers may mga 'extras'..bwahaha)!! :D Shocks! Di ko talaga malilimutan tong araw na toh!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hahaha..ang babaw ng kaligayahan ko noh?!?! Pasensya na..nag-drugs kasi ako eh..bwahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115286436125211966?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115286436125211966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115286436125211966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115286436125211966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115286436125211966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/bakit-ang-babae-mababaw-ang.html' title='Bakit Ang Babae Mababaw Ang Kaligayahan?'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115268720064081512</id><published>2006-07-11T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:53:20.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting My Heart Speak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just need some time to speak about this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Even though I admit that there are two special people in my life right now, there is a big difference in what I feel. I guess I could agree with the saying, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"First love never dies".&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. It's my first time to have special feelings for two people at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As much as I want to tell the details, I'd rather keep it a secret especially about the second guy. All I can say is that we complement each other so well. He's like the first one but not quite. Yeah, I have many many rivals (I'm a girl so I know how girls act when they see their crush). I don't have any idea what kind of girl he likes, but...I'll just let things unfold. For now, &lt;em&gt;quiet lang ako&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115268720064081512?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115268720064081512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115268720064081512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115268720064081512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115268720064081512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/letting-my-heart-speak_11.html' title='Letting My Heart Speak...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115228414916753037</id><published>2006-07-07T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:55:49.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Buhay ay Parang Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obviously, I was busy over the week -- researching for reports, outlining, and even sucking my brains out over problems. Haha. This IS the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 3: Music is Annoying and Irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us hate our Music teacher. Well, besides that he doesn't explain everything clearly, he is also ma-pride. Grr... annoying and irritating indeed. I hope he meets his match someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 4: Major Disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I have already stated that I plan on running for P.R.O. in the Student Council Elections. However, things didn't go the way it planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our discussion in Grammar, our subject teacher announced that the administration (in his term, gods and goddesses) didn't approve of having a Student Council. My hopes and visions for the school were shattered. Why? Why did they disapprove this? Don't they know that having a Student Council could be a BIG help in the development of the school? Are they afraid that the Student Council MAY take over the school because of the student population and such? I just couldn't believe them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 5: Things That Make You Puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am sitted near the platform, I am one of the people who experience the best and the worst. The best for you get to understand a topic more vividly than sitting at the back, and the worst meaning discussions that make you want to go out of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys love this. Girls are well, ashamed and disgusted of it. Haha. The-three-letter-word education. Yeah, it makes us (girls) sick to the bones, especially when your teacher is a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's topic was all about Sexually Transmitted Diseases (STD). We were lucky for there weren't any pictures in our book, but the descriptions are enough to make your stomach turn. Since I was one of the maarte people, our teacher suddenly shoved his college book (with pictures of some STD's, black and white) right in front of my face! Grr... I hate him for doing that! And if you ask me, I only took a few bites out my lunch because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 6: Wala Munang Pansinan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, I'll be suplada to him. If he asks or he is the first to talk, fine, I'll talk. Men are sometimes egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 7: Teacher for 80 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to report! I get so giddy and excited whenever I am asked to report something. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the assigned reporter in discussing Converses, Inverses, and Contrapositives (Math). I did the research just Wednesday for I thought that I'll be reporting tomorrow. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a huge smile on my face when our teacher praised me for the way I report and how complete it was. I was even happy to realize that my classmates listened and understood everything. Those simple actions are enough to touch my heart. I'm the type of person who likes to be praised and is respected (not only me, but EVERYONE). Some asked questions that made me enjoy more. They're interested. I successfully caught their attention that I thought I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's back to his old self, although a little bit epal in a way. But, anyway, he told me that my report was good. Hehehe. Even though I am surrounded with numerous girls who are falling for him, I'll never go beyond the line. I'll never put a foot forward. In addition, he is one of my toughest rivals in the Honor Roll, and I'll never allow him to reach #1 before I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Wednesday marks the beginning of our First Mid-Quarter Exams. Hehehe. I made a deal with my mother that I enjoyed thinking. If I got grades that are satisfactory to me and them, we'll all "Pirates of the Carribean 2". Hahaha. I've got a celebrity crush in that movie!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115228414916753037?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115228414916753037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115228414916753037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115228414916753037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115228414916753037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/ang-buhay-ay-parang-life_115228414916753037.html' title='Ang Buhay ay Parang Life...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115182469612919133</id><published>2006-07-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:18:16.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musta ka na, Cheska?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha..one week of no news from me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am glad to be able to blog right now (even though I still got three requirements to finish and one report to do :D ). I'm so busy over the weekdays that I hardly have any time for myself and also...for God. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Back to the &lt;em&gt;puyat &lt;/em&gt;life again. (sigh) Even though I do have a schedule, I still sleep late. &lt;em&gt;Waaahhh!!! Paano ako tatangkad niyan?!?! &lt;/em&gt;Yeah, I sleep 5-6 hours a day instead of the required 8 hours. Gosh! I miss my boring life during the vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, this point of time isn't yet half of my real, hectic life. Last Thursday, our Grammar teacher told us about the election of Student Council Officers. After discussing the positions for candidacy, I began to choose what position should I run for: Vice Governor (Vice President), P.R.O. , or Level Representative. Finally, after discussing it at home with my parents I decided to run for P.R.O. Not bad, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I plan on joining other co-curricular activities such as COCC and the Journalism Staff. Hahaha. I always tell myself, "&lt;em&gt;Sige na, Cheska, minsan ka lang makaranas ng High School. Sa college, hindi mo na magagawa yan.&lt;/em&gt;" Hahaha. Busy, busy, busy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;How's your heart&lt;/u&gt;? --&lt;/strong&gt; ah, a question some of you might ask. Haha. Actually, I'm fine right now after days of battling with my conscience and my perspective on having a crush and falling in love. I'm also glad that I still have time for matters like that (although I know some of you would say it's unecessary). I know some you might get worried for me again, but I'll be careful, although, I can't promise you that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guard your heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- that's what you always say, but I'll never stop listening to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Enough said of everything. I got to get back to my studies or else I won't get to achieve the one goal I have for this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bye! :)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115182469612919133?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115182469612919133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115182469612919133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115182469612919133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115182469612919133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/07/musta-ka-na-cheska.html' title='Musta ka na, Cheska?'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115107269917406476</id><published>2006-06-23T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:24:59.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trouble with Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This doesn't feel right, but this is the truth...is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know it isn't right to feel this 'feeling' inside, but what can I call it? I don't know. I just feel uncomfortable and uneasy whenever I think of that 'genuine smile' on my face. It doesn't seem right. Ok, visualize this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You love eating your favorite crackers. Because of this, you eat a pack almost everyday. All of a sudden, you saw a commercial about new crackers. The advertisement was so great, it made you want to buy it. So, the following grocery day, you asked your mother to buy that new crackers you saw on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know where the heck I got that idea, but here's a much simpler example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You have a younger brother who loves playing those robot toys that make noisy sounds, walk then tumble, and can only raise its arms. After a day in school, you were surprised to see those toys scattered on the floor. Frustrated, you try to find your brother to pick up his own mess. Surprise! Surprise! You saw your younger brother playing online games in your family computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok, I hope you get the idea now. Well, what I'm pointing out is that...you used to like/love this but then you shift to another in a blink of an eye. I hope I'm getting somewhere with what I'm saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel terrible with all these emotions, thoughts, and others jammed inside my small frame. Haii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I definitely need help on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115107269917406476?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115107269917406476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115107269917406476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115107269917406476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115107269917406476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/trouble-with-love.html' title='The Trouble with Love...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115097570816333996</id><published>2006-06-22T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T04:28:28.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate Can Be Cruel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fate is cruel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have no control of your destiny nor your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't want to be that someone. I don't want getting myself hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've said those words because those were true. However, I feel &lt;strong&gt;my heart is on the line right now&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't take those words back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That genuine smile is meant for only him but... it appeared when I'm with the other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Am I being tested?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115097570816333996?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115097570816333996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115097570816333996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115097570816333996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115097570816333996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/fate-can-be-cruel.html' title='Fate Can Be Cruel...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115028787651473043</id><published>2006-06-14T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T05:24:36.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day High!!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha..it isn't really the song. I was really on high!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Third Year. Haii...nakakapanibago. Haha. Kahit kami-kami parin, naninibago parin ang ilan sa amin dahil parang di pa kami kararapat-dapat na tawagin Third Year. Well, not in a way na di talaga karapat-dapat pero pag tinawag kasi kaming ganun, parang ang tanda na namin. Haha. Ewan ko. Basta, parang ganun yung nararamdaman namin. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;30 na kami sa class!!! Haha. Siksikan kami!!! Yeah, I'm overwhelmed with the fact on how many we are. Dami kasi bago pati mga 'lumang-bago'. May tatlong baguhan - isang noypi at dalawang 'Jang Geum' (pero yung isa lalakeng-lalake, basta mga Koreans sila). Tatlo rin ang mga lumang-bago - isang girl na maaring maging kalaban ko sa Honor Roll (hehe...), isang lalake na dati ko na naging kaklase at kaibigan, and get this - ang first crush ko sa school. Hahaha.. "muling ibalik ang tamis ng pag-ibig..." Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yeah, the last was a shocker for me, because he was gone for four years. Now, he's come back...bummer. Well, I thought he was gone (for good :D) because I would have less rivals for the Honor Roll, unfortunately, things didn't go the way I planned. Haha. Bumalik na siya kung kailan meron na akong iba. Bwahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I expect that this year would be the toughest. With the Honor Roll and Entrance Exams preparation on the line, it will be really tough. However, I'm stepping up to the challenge. I love challenges and nothing can't stop me from reaching my goals. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-115028787651473043?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115028787651473043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115028787651473043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115028787651473043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115028787651473043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-high-d.html' title='First Day High!!! :D'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-115018471840571320</id><published>2006-06-13T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:45:18.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe I'm Already Third Year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...When I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When will I see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even more than words can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every minute of every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...I miss you, miss you, miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...Can't you see how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can't you see that my pain's so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When will I see you again&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obviously, I was LSS-ed. However, I do feel that way for someone. Yeah, I miss him so much that all I can do is to pray for him. Ok, enough of beeing senti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow will be the day. Tomorrow, I will finally be a Third Year student, and I do feel being old. Strange, I feel excited. I don't know. I just feel that way. Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope everything will go smoothly tomorrow. I just don't want to start the year wrong. Hehehe..&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/12754210-115018471840571320?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/115018471840571320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=115018471840571320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115018471840571320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/115018471840571320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-believe-im-already-third-year.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe I&apos;m Already Third Year..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114974086629925435</id><published>2006-06-07T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:27:46.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sipon! Sipon! Go Away! Come Again Another Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blame it on the changing climate..haii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, let's forget about the colds for a moment. As you all know, I was in Baguio with my family (minus my dad who was on a business trip in Indonesia). We enjoyed our stay there (except for the fact that there were sooooo many people!). One of my favorite parts of our stay was when we went to the old amphitheater or much commonly known now as the "Historical Core". Hehehe.. it doesn't have much flowers like before but it was still a sight to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here are a few pics from the places we visited:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/P6020002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehe.. I sure love the arch effect! :D (Ate Maricel [our helper], Me, and Bea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/P6020003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sister and I still in Botanical Garden..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/P6020007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehehe..I love this pic! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's enough for today. My internet server has a huge problem. &lt;em&gt;Sorry, poor lang kami eh. Dial-up lang. &lt;/em&gt;I'll post more pics tomorrow or sometime within the week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114974086629925435?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114974086629925435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114974086629925435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114974086629925435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114974086629925435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/06/sipon-sipon-go-away-come-again-another.html' title='Sipon! Sipon! Go Away! Come Again Another Day...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114905735501546556</id><published>2006-05-30T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:35:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's Events...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, let's get down to business...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 29: &lt;u&gt;Jillion's Despedida Party..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Haha..actually it wasn't really a despedida party. It was more of a get-together before he left to Surigao. Aww..we will all miss him. There were many of us..pwamiz! Ehem..let me name them - Jillion, Osan, Me, Jethro, Jec, Wiley, and Kuya Merill, then followed by Pito, then again followed by, Ate R. A., Kuya Lemuel, Krizsa, Mark, Kuya Osep, and Myk (who stayed only for a while). Hehehe..dami namin noh?! &lt;em&gt;I hope I didn't forget anyone. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hahaha..daming happenings!!! :D Sayang ala me photos na pwed ilagay dito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 30: &lt;u&gt;My Sister's Recital..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We practically stayed there for the whole day. The recital was great (except for the few numbers which was a total disaster). Bwahahaha..I can sometimes be so cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sorry for the shortness of everything. I just don't feel like blogging right now. By the way, I'll be away for 4 days starting tomorrow. We are going to Baguio (due to my sister's demand..hehehe). That also means that I won't be attending church. So, that's people! See ya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114905735501546556?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114905735501546556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114905735501546556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114905735501546556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114905735501546556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-weeks-events.html' title='This Week&apos;s Events...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114880461748340874</id><published>2006-05-28T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T01:23:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions at Rest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not saying that my &lt;strong&gt;'emotional turmoil'&lt;/strong&gt; is over. Yes, there is more to come. A LOT more to come. However, I finally got rid of those thoughts as well as those unstable emotions. This is already the end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of conversations a while ago. Miraculously, I controlled them. I put on the usual face and didn't show any sign. I guess some people were right. I&lt;em&gt; may look like a 14-year old, but I have a mind of a 16-year old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would probably ask if that would be a compliment or an insult. Well, of course, I take it as a compliment. I usually like looking, thinking, and even acting more mature even when I was at a young age. Hahaha...probably I have this instinct in me that tells me that I should be sure in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt good with what I did. I didn't want to sacrifice the one thing that binds us together. Even though he doesn't tell me exactly, I know that he values me as an important friend in different ways. So, why waste it? Yes, it isn't bad to sacrifice something precious especially for the sake of other people, but what I'm pointing out here is that I might sacrifice something very valuable to both of us for the sake of what my heart desires only and not what he desires. It's that thing called selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I could go on with my life without that thought bugging me every now and then. I'm also glad that I can finally control my feelings towards other people. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114880461748340874?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114880461748340874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114880461748340874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114880461748340874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114880461748340874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/emotions-at-rest.html' title='Emotions at Rest...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114862416039299443</id><published>2006-05-25T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:16:00.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait is Over..n_n..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, before the highlight of this post, I just want to thank you all (especially to &lt;strong&gt;Ate Karen&lt;/strong&gt; who made an effort to come to my house just to talk to me about my current situation, and &lt;strong&gt;Ate Ai&lt;/strong&gt; who is always there, helping me smile through her tags) for making me feel a lot better. Even though I admit I am not yet 100% OK, but through your kind words, the pain in my heart is slowly fleeting away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for everything.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ehem...due to insistent public demand (particularly from Lola Ai [hehe..jowk lang! :D]), I now present you my &lt;strong&gt;Youth Summer Camp Testimony&lt;/strong&gt;! Yehey! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Words aren’t enough to explain or even describe the joy and happiness I felt during the camp. Every time I reminisce those days, I feel like traveling back in time and witnessing all the happenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During our last day in camp, some of us were asked to describe &lt;strong&gt;SAKTO&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;our experience during the camp&lt;/strong&gt; in a single word. I thought about it for a moment and, finally, my mind came up with the right word I was looking for. For me, the experience was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIFE CHANGING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I got out of my shell and made friends especially to my cabin mates. It was kind of awkward at first for almost all of us had the same steady personality. However, we couldn’t contain ourselves resulting to a sisterly bond. I also came to know people who became close to my heart for a short period of time. They were my group mates in various activities. Most of them gave me a good laugh, thanks to their hilarious personalities. And of course, letting myself grow continually in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In part of this growth was a burning passion to share God’s Word. I wanted to share the gospel to my classmates before, but something was holding me back. With the help of our &lt;strong&gt;Peer-to-Peer Session&lt;/strong&gt;, the once little flame has now turned into a huge one. I learned new strategies in challenging peers to respond to the truth of God’s Word, focusing on being the influencer and not the influenced, and what to do if the person is unresponsive to your intention of sharing of the gospel, which is probably one of the main reasons that hinders me from sharing God’s Word. I want my “lost” friends know Christ like I’ve known Him. I want them to experience how wonderful it is to have Jesus Christ in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My eyes are now opened. I am more determined and more confident than ever. I have now set my goal that this coming school year I will be able to share the good news to a few of my friends and help them continue to grow in Christ. This is what I want to do. This is what I will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, how I wish I could go back in time. I’ve learned a lot of things and even developed into someone that I didn’t know I could be. I am looking forward to join the next camp. &lt;em&gt;Sa ngayon, alam ko &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAKTO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na ako sa mata ng Panginoon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ayan na ang inaabangan mo Ate Ai! Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114862416039299443?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114862416039299443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114862416039299443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114862416039299443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114862416039299443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/wait-is-overnn.html' title='The Wait is Over..n_n..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114854416504364869</id><published>2006-05-25T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:02:45.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Concern...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honestly speaking, I never thought many of you would get worried over my latest post. I was touched with everyone who were concerned over my dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, Ate Ai and Ate Karen. Thank you so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel quite ashamed right now. I've made almost all of you worry. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Days have past and I am slowly getting better. I guess your prayers are now answered. Thank you so much for the prayers as well as the concern. Thank you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114854416504364869?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114854416504364869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114854416504364869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114854416504364869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114854416504364869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/thanks-for-concern.html' title='Thanks for the Concern...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114836070488723275</id><published>2006-05-22T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:05:04.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Turmoil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confusion of my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How can you stay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TRUE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to that person, to yourself, and to your feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If I cover them up, am I doing a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know how to stay true on both sides...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/12754210-114836070488723275?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114836070488723275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114836070488723275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114836070488723275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114836070488723275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/emotional-turmoil.html' title='Emotional Turmoil...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114827738172688543</id><published>2006-05-21T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:56:21.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night's Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could be a called a 'drama queen' if I continued crying like last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I woke up in the morning, tortemented on what I did last night. I cried to the Him again. I can't tell anybody what I felt yesterday, so I poured my heart to the very best friend a person can ever have. I remembered what I told Him. I didn't like what I'm feeling. I know a Christian shouldn't feel what I felt yesterday. It was wrong -- so wrong. I felt like I've hurt Him. I couldn't contain the tears and started to pray other matters that continued to bother my heart and my mind. I am so torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You would probably think I'm the girl without any worries because I always smile and laugh. You see, I'm only wearing a mask and it's beginning get tough for me to pretend for I am not born like that. I am a person who's very transparent, so it's so difficult to be in a situation wherein I have to fake it. It's easy to fake it, but difficult to stay true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am in a battle between my selfishness and what is right in God's eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Lord, I'm very sorry for what I felt and even thought yesterday. I pray that you would forgive me for my selfishness. I pray that you would help me in the next emotional and spiritual battles in the future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love Song for a Savior&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jars of Clay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In open fields of wild flowers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she breathes the air and flies away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in no simple language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As close a heartbeat or a song on her lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someday He'll call her and she will come running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sitting silent wearing Sunday best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sermon echoes through the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A great salvation through it calls to the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someday He'll call us and we will come running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seems too easy to call you "Savior",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not close enough to call you "God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So as I sit and think of words I can mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to show my devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"My heart beats for You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel like crying again. I'm sorry if I can't tell everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is my first time to share my most innermost thoughts and feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114827738172688543?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114827738172688543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114827738172688543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114827738172688543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114827738172688543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-nights-tears.html' title='Last Night&apos;s Tears'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114812007710333349</id><published>2006-05-20T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T03:14:37.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter: The Best Way to Make Your Tummy Hurt..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sayang at di nyo mababasa ang title ng post na toh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;C-R-A-Z-Y&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day, I guess. Seems every passing day blows my head away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Summer is almost ending, so it is to my &lt;strong&gt;Ballroom Summer Workshop&lt;/strong&gt;. (Actually, it already ended.) I'm going to miss dancing those complicated steps and the beautiful choreography. Haii..sarap pala sumayaw, at ngayon ko lang na-appreciate. Inaamin ko na hindi naman ako talagang dancer. In fact, I don't have the lines and of course, the body. However, it seems I found the dance that could probably be suited for me. I do not intend to dance professionally like those who are joining in international competitions, but ballroom could be a form of recreation and even a hobby. I want to dance Ballroom again. I want to dance like the ones I watched during my recital a while ago. They were so good...very, very good. I'll be back in the Ballroom dance floor. I know I will because I'm interested to take regular classes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After my recital, I was off to church for &lt;strong&gt;Ate Karen&lt;/strong&gt; told me that our &lt;strong&gt;COC&lt;/strong&gt; was about to do something. I thought it was going to be about the fellowship, but it turned out that it was one of the girls in LC, &lt;strong&gt;Rose&lt;/strong&gt;. It was her birthday! Hehehe.. :D Wala kami actually ginawa dun kundi tumawa ng tumawa (of course, kumain din kami. Sarap nga ng kakanin eh! :D)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ewan ko ba kung bakit, bastah, feeling ko lahat ng tao dun (lalo na si &lt;strong&gt;Anding&lt;/strong&gt;) nasisiraan ng bait! Hehehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sori kung di ko masyado ma-share, but that's practically all of it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ito nalang ang iiwan ko sa inyo........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HUWAG MO SIYANG AGAWIN SAKIN!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DON'T WORRY, CHESKA. SAYONG-SAYO NAMAN SIYA.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hehehe..wala lang. Babye! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114812007710333349?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114812007710333349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114812007710333349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114812007710333349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114812007710333349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/laughter-best-way-to-make-your-tummy.html' title='Laughter: The Best Way to Make Your Tummy Hurt..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114802237549434503</id><published>2006-05-18T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:06:15.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u and navigation probLems..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just a couple of matters to blog about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's start first with the &lt;strong&gt;Navigation&lt;/strong&gt; problem concerning my blog. Everything is alright, since my father and I don't see any problem. I hope you people would get to access my entries already. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Second, missing a certain somebody results an unexpected surprise. Yeah, I was missing somebody terribly. Good thing, I got over it with the help of my craziness over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jun Matsumoto&lt;/u&gt; (Shin Sawada)&lt;/strong&gt; of "&lt;strong&gt;Gokusen&lt;/strong&gt;". Well, who wouldn't if get to see guy like him? Just take a look...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/Caution...HOT%20item%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehehe..not bad, right?:D Well, that was until last night. I was finally relieved that he was alright and just made a minor mistake. Hahaha..God really knows how to put on great jokes. :D However, I still learned a lesson that I hope I wouldn't forget: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't be a such a pessimist!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114802237549434503?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114802237549434503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114802237549434503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114802237549434503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114802237549434503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-u-and-navigation-problems.html' title='i miss u and navigation probLems..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114726507746349216</id><published>2006-05-10T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T05:44:37.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Not-So-Usual Conversation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't help but being bothered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, my &lt;strong&gt;besty (Myk) &lt;/strong&gt;and I talked on the phone on a number of important matters. He asked me some questions that I am still bothered about. &lt;em&gt;Haii..di ko talaga maintindihan. Di ba dapat kung may love life ka, eh masaya ka? Bakit sa akin di ganun, mas naging problemado pa! Haii..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There were two of his questions that I didn't answer. I can answer his question, but I don't know if it is right or wrong. I'm really bothered until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Advice for girls who are younger than me: &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T FALL IN LOVE YET..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114726507746349216?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114726507746349216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114726507746349216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114726507746349216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114726507746349216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-so-usual-conversation.html' title='A Not-So-Usual Conversation..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114709371033709015</id><published>2006-05-08T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T06:17:40.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAKTO!!!; ONE year na blog ko!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yahoo!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;year na ang blog ko!!! :D Blowout! Blowout! Joke lng..:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehe..tagal ko na di nakapag-update. Madalas kasi akong tamarin o naman kaya busy sa pag-aasikaso sa mga fanfiction stories na ginagawa ko. Haii..anyway, I have to admit na na-miss ko blog ko.. (Awww...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, what's with this month's theme? Kung napansin niyo may pieces of lyrics dyan sa may taas at baba ng blog ko, well, tama kayo dyan! Actually, lyrics yan ng kanta ni Michelle Branch na "Everywhere". Yeah, it is a love song, but I decided to give it a different meaning. Instead of a certain guy (wala akong tinutukoy kaya wag na kayo mag-isip pa..), it is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;who I see everywhere. Tinamaan nga ako dun sa part na nagsasabi: "when I close my eyes, it's you I see". So, ayun, I like that part the most. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yung tungkol naman sa aking "Welcome Note", actually di naman talaga "Voice of Truth" ang dapat. I was thinking of a song na magfi-fit nga dun sa message ng lyrics pero naisipan ko na matatagalan at mahihirapan pa ako. Finally, I came up with "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Believe in You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" sang by Il Divo and Celine Dion. Nung una ko siya narinig sa TV (actually theme song ito ng chinovela na "Eternal Love"), naiyak ako. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero I think it was because the lyrics was too beautiful. Kung papakinggan niyo pa yung song itself, maluluha rin kayo. Pwamiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, enough said about my blog. Excited na ako ikwento sa inyo ang experience ko sa naganap na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youth Summer Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 2-5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rizal Re-Creation Center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. Ehem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Words not enough to express the happiness I had during the camp. I don't know. A mixture of emotions just keep sweeping me off my feet. Everytime I reminisce those days, I feel like I'm there all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I were to describe my experience, it was indeed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life-Changing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I developed friendships without any need of letting them approach me and went out of my circle. I also came to know people who became close to my heart for a short period of time. And of course, letting myself grow in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My life is slowly starting to change. I now have this passion in me to share God's Word and be part of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Great Commission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My eyes are now opened. I am now more confident than ever. This is what I want to do. This is what I will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now the camp has ended, I hope and I pray to see the youth do what they have learned during the "Sessions". I also pray for the people who I don't usually see in church attend Sunday School and Youth Gatherings not because their friends are there, but develop a passion for serving God like I do now. Last but not the least, I pray as well that the Youth Ministry would continue to live on with such activities such as this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;To the people behind this event, I am truly grateful for what have you done to many young people such as me. Ngayon, alam ko SAKTO na ako sa mata ng Panginoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;There and then. That is my short testimony about my experience in SAKTO camp. I am now looking forward to attend the next camp! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;By the way, bago ako umalis, I just want to thank a friend of mine who had been used by God to answer my prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Pito, kapateed! Kahit di mo alam, naging malakas ang tama sakin yung sinabi mo dun sa blog mo about na may nagtanong sayo kung wala ka makita maganda sa buhay ng isang tao. Thank you sa advice mo kapateed! Ang sinabi mo afterwards became an answered prayer when I cried to the Lord last night. Thank you, thank you, thank you!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ayun lang..see yah next time!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114709371033709015?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114709371033709015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114709371033709015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114709371033709015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114709371033709015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/05/sakto-one-year-na-blog-ko.html' title='SAKTO!!!; ONE year na blog ko!!!'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114518038873325515</id><published>2006-04-16T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:39:48.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagaytay. Cable TV. and BULALO!!! (Yummm!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My post titles are getting wackier! Well, probably I'm still in the middle of a hangover! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last Thursday was one of my most awaited summer escapades -- having an &lt;strong&gt;overnight stay in Tagaytay&lt;/strong&gt;! (Too bad it was only an overnight stay, my sister and I wanted to stay there for two or three days.) Early in the morning, we left the house and proceeded to the highway. Thank God for the traffic wasn't so terrible! :) We didn't get to the place right away because daddy wanted to show us something. My mind wondered until we reached &lt;strong&gt;South Forbes Golf City&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Sta. Rosa, Laguna&lt;/strong&gt;. It isn't a subdivision like you have in mind but an &lt;strong&gt;all-in-one city&lt;/strong&gt;. We had a short briefing on the site, then went around the place to take a look at the model houses. My reaction... &lt;strong&gt;THEY WERE ALL BEAUTIFUL!!!&lt;/strong&gt; From the sala to the kitchen, to the bathrooms, then the bedrooms -- every part of the house was beautiful (especially one bedroom that happens to be Japanese-inspired!) However, the cost of all the houses we saw were too high. (Well, they're all mansions, so the price is understandable.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After touring the place, we ate at Paseo Sta. Rosa then, went straight to Tagaytay. When we arrived at the tourist lodge (which isn't really much a hotel), the view was breathtaking! We could clearly see the volcano as well as the lake that surrounds it. The room wasn't that big (having only a single bed, so my sister and I needed a mattress), the bathroom was also small, but one thing my sister and I are happy about was the cable TV! (Woohoo!) Now we could watch Animax! Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We rested for a little while then, went to the zoo in Residence Inn. The were quite a number of animals although, my mother pities them for they look sick. We had fun looking and playing with the animals (especially the baby tiger, Julianna). Of course, I couldn't forget about the wandering male peacock who I think was looking his mate! Bwahahaha... The Bachelor: Peacock Style!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The day was slowly fading away and so was my energy. I wanted to sleep, but my parents insisted to go to Leisure Farms. When we got there, it was so peaceful! The air was fresh, the flowers are in bloom and come in various hues -- the place was a perfect paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When the night conquered the day, daddy decided to eat at one of the best Bulalo restaurants in the place. In the middle of our wait for the delicious food, the electricity almost all over Tagaytay broke down! We ate candlelight dinner but not for long for the wind kept on killing the flame. Good thing there was an emergency light bulb. After finishing the meal in my plate, I went out of the hut and looked up in the sky. There were so many stars! Every one of them was vividly sparkling as if they were diamonds. It was a full moon that night with its light showering upon the grounds, allowing us to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The electricity was back at 10:30 pm. My parents went to sleep ahead of us. Even though my eyes are slowly starting to fall, I joined my sister on watching a few shows in Animax. We then, slept at 11:45, probably because of the coldness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We all woke up on our usual time in the morning. We ate breakfast inside the room (take-out from McDo). Our check-out time was 1:30 pm, so that only means we still have enough time to enjoy the freezing temperature of the room as well as the view. We took pictures, went back to sleep, and suddenly came across Narnia (we watched the Chronicles of Narnia in one of the channels, when there was nothing good in Cartoon Network, Disney Channel, and Animax).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Before heading on to Manila, we visited one of daddy's friends in a subdivision along the way. We stayed there quite long then, went to Sonya's Garden. The place was really pretty with all the flowers and plants. We then, had a number of stopovers causing us to arrive home late afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then and there. I absolutely had a great time in Tagaytay. It wasn't only the coldness I will never experience in the city, nor the Cable TV that I wish we had, nor the Bulalo which filled our tummies -- it was that marvelous feeling of seeing God's creation. The view was indeed magnificent. Along the way, we saw mountains covered in a sea of greens. It was beautiful. It was splendid. My parents and my sister wanted to go back there and stay much longer, so was I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114518038873325515?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114518038873325515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114518038873325515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114518038873325515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114518038873325515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagaytay-cable-tv-and-bulalo-yummm.html' title='Tagaytay. Cable TV. and BULALO!!! (Yummm!!!)'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114467421456914566</id><published>2006-04-10T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T06:03:34.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit ang init sa Pilipinas?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, everyday I complain about the heat that gets more and more scorching than ever. Yuck! I even smell so odd and disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though I'm happy with the fact that school days are finally over, there are new problems I have to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ichi&lt;/em&gt;, I keep on doing the same routine all over again. (Although, sometimes we get to go out of the house to shop or just to amuse ourselves. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni&lt;/em&gt;, THE HEAT IS KILLING ME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;San,&lt;/em&gt; NO SCHOOL DAYS, NO ALLOWANCE. Waaahhh!!! (Somehow, I had already managed this problem. However, it's still small. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although, the second one is still driving me crazy, I enjoyed some of the past days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;March 31 (Friday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was me and my sister's Recognition Day. Mine was in the morning while hers was in the afternoon. The First in Deportment award stayed with me until the end and I had maintained my spot in the Outstanding Students List -- 4th in the whole Second Year. Later that afternoon, my parents and I are very proud for Bea because she received the Logical Mathematical Award, the Leadership Award, and qualified for the Directress' List in their class (similar to Dean's List). It seems I'm not the only one who was spoiled by God, my sister, too! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;April 3 (Monday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mommy, Bea, and I watched Ice Age 2 in Greenhills Promenade. The movie was crazy! And since there were only a few people watching, we were laughing really loud. We also got to check out "Fully Booked". There were a lot of great books there! There's a collection that caught my eye and I'm really eager to buy it next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;April 8 (Saturday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was practically a bit sleepy when I attended a meeting involving the Youth Ministry in our church. I was happy that Osan was there, because I was quite worried that there wouldn't be someone I could talk to. After the meeting, I attended my piano class and got to know that the recital might be held on May 27. I then, proceeded to church where Osan, Krizsa, and I will meet because later we'll have a sleepover at Osan's house. Unfortunately, Osan and I didn't get to go home right away because her mother has something to do, so we amused ourselves watching various music videos of Japanese artists in youtube. I grew even happier when I got to watch an episode of "Prince of Tennis" (Episode 98 to be exact). It was one of the most awaited episodes that I wanted to watch because there were a lot of scenes to laugh about. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe...sadista talaga si Inui! &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We finally got to Osan's house and surprisingly, Krizsa was there! We stayed in Osan's room all-day, just playing PS2 until we were fed up and tired (take note: we played PS2 until 3am, I think). We didn't get to sleep right away. There were revelations and crazy conversations, laughs and more laughs. &lt;em&gt;Grabe, nababaliw si Osan!&lt;/em&gt; We finally surrendered to sleep at (I think) 4am or past. Yehey! Another new record! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everything's alright, except for the fact that there isn't anymore "Prince of Tennis" in QTV. (Waaahhh!!! Nabitin ako!!! Tezuka!!!) Anyway, I'll still update! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114467421456914566?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114467421456914566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114467421456914566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114467421456914566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114467421456914566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/04/bakit-ang-init-sa-pilipinas.html' title='Bakit ang init sa Pilipinas?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114335660561333379</id><published>2006-03-25T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:03:25.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Week of My Summer Vacation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I apologize for not updating for a week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Week's Happenings:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 20 (Monday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was our &lt;strong&gt;Clearance Day&lt;/strong&gt; and the final day where we get to experience being a High School Sophomore. On the first part &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/1600/The%20Smart%20Look...0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of the day, everyone was busy trying to get teachers sign their clearances, pass the remaining requirements, and set up for the party happening in the classrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After all that has been said and done, it was time for the biggest event happening in our campus -- the first ever &lt;strong&gt;Band Festival&lt;/strong&gt;. This event was suggested by the high school students (not to mention almost all of the boys in our class) and was carried out by the teachers (which they think was pretty cool) then to the principal. Surprisingly, our principal allowed us and was even excited (although, the event only happened in the Masbate campus and not on the other side).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Two bands performed onstage - the "&lt;strong&gt;Band-Aid&lt;/strong&gt;", which was composed of the First Year students and our very own, "&lt;strong&gt;Souled Out&lt;/strong&gt;". The FY did a great job having the audience all hyped-up, until it was time for the "Souled Out". They sang a number of OPM songs from famous bands like &lt;strong&gt;Hale&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kamikazee&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The most unforgettable part of the program was when the band sang "&lt;strong&gt;Narda&lt;/strong&gt;" (originally by &lt;strong&gt;Kamikazee&lt;/strong&gt;). Everyone (especially the Lower Grades) stood up and sang along with the band! Wow, it felt like the school was shaking because of all the energy! It really RoKzZz..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That time, everyone was having the time of their lives even the teachers (young and old). You could clearly see the smiles on their faces and the excitement in everyone's eyes. Then, I thought to myself, "This shouldn't be held only once in a while, but yearly!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SY 2005 - 2006 has been the most wonderful School Year for all of us -- the Second Year - Wisdom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hopefully, when we become Juniors, the fun will never stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;March 21 - 24 (Tuesday to Friday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/320/The%20Smart%20Look...2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehehe..ito ang bago kong pinagkakaguluhan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Meet &lt;strong&gt;Tezuka Kunimitsu &lt;/strong&gt;of my latest favorite anime, &lt;strong&gt;"Prince of Tennis"&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gwapo niya dba?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;March 25 (Saturday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ate Karen joined along by Krizsa had a little chit-chat on the latest happenings in our lives. I was surprised when Ate Karen gave me a CD with a special note behind the CD cover. &lt;em&gt;"Thank you, Ate Karen. Love you!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/12754210-114335660561333379?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114335660561333379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114335660561333379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114335660561333379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114335660561333379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-week-of-my-summer-vacation.html' title='The First Week of My Summer Vacation..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114277394951072064</id><published>2006-03-19T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T05:12:29.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Letting Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[These thoughts dated back March 14, '06]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can life be so cruel? It all started out in acquaintance. We began to develop communication. Then, I felt like the world crashed down on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was my fault...really. I shouldn't have barged into someone's life. I was wrong -- very wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night, I read his message archive in my YM. I missed all his conversations we had. Those smilies, jokes, and even the simple, "eh ikaw? Ano ginagawa mo?" -- everything we talked about became so precious to me. Now, he seems so far away. I couldn't reach him -- no matter how far I could stretch my arms. We met each other's eyes yesterday. I wanted to say "Hi", but he immediately looked away. What's more painful is that the lines on his face showed nothing as well as his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess he really loves her. Even though, he denied the truth to me, I know my eyes are not deceiving me. They are "on". There is even enough proof. It's over. I'm over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One night, I thought of telling him how I feel for him. He wouldn't care, right? Why would a guy in a relationship care? However, one of my best friend's talked some sense into me. If I told him, I would only hope he could return my feelings. The worst thing is that when the girl gets to know about this, they may split up and I'm the one to blame. I don't want that to happen. I don't want to be the one to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, the only thing I can do is forget Jim. Yes, I know how much it hurts. It hurts more than being rejected. I thought things would patch up again, but there's no hope at all anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm doing this for both our sakes. Those conversations we had will only be a memory. Thank you for your kindness. It was really nice knowing you. I wish you the best with Honey. Goodbye..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Maybe it’s best you leave me alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On this evening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give the final blow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It ends tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It ends tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A falling star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Least I fall alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can’t explain what you can’t explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're finding things that you didn’t know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look at you with such disdain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It Ends Tonight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" by &lt;strong&gt;All-American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114277394951072064?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114277394951072064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114277394951072064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114277394951072064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114277394951072064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/03/art-of-letting-go.html' title='The Art of Letting Go...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114224235400308480</id><published>2006-03-13T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:32:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Araw ng Parangal..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have soared higher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wow! Until now, I couldn't believe what just happened. It seems like a dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A while ago, we had the "Araw ng Parangal" or the giving out of special awards for students. I achieved a total of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIX&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; awards, namely:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Spelling Quiz Bee Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;First Runner-up in the General Information Quiz Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Outstanding Club Member in the Journalism Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Champion in Copyreading and Headline Writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Champion in Pagwawasto (Copyreading [Filipino])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Exemplary Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am totally speechless. These are too much for me, especially winning the title of "Exemplary Student". Woah! I really don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I just only want a few, but God gave me sooo much than what I prayed for. Yeah, I'm sooo spoiled already, but happy with all of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have really soared to greater heights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank You, God for all these blessings you have given to me. Thank you to my parents, who have always supported me through thick and thin. Thank you as well to my classmates and subject teachers who are always there for me. And most of all, thank you to our adviser, Ms. Abad, who believed in me through all these months of learning and experiencing new things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just want to share how proud I am to these people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pat - for placing 3rd in "Sports Writing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jo - for placing 2nd in "News Writing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mark Azcuna - for placing 3rd in "Pagsulat ng Balita"; and of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jim - for their team (2nd-Yr Faith) who are the champions in Basketball; for him to be one of the Mythical Five and placing 5th in "Sports Writing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Congrats to you guyz!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114224235400308480?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114224235400308480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114224235400308480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114224235400308480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114224235400308480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/03/araw-ng-parangal.html' title='Araw ng Parangal..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114215582798380715</id><published>2006-03-11T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:30:30.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been A Week..I Know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I apologize for not blogging for a week already. I had been very busy with the schoolwork (see the dark circles around my eyes?) and the computer is always occupied by someone else. I'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I have to warn you. This post will be very long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MARCH 4: Family Day (Field Demo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had our Field Demo/Family Day in the afternoon. God was so good for not letting the rain pour down even though there are already signs of dark clouds over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our performance was a blast! You could clearly see in everyone's faces how they love it so much. One thing that is amazing is that we had great fluidity. Yehey!!! I'm so proud of you guyz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we gave our best shot and ours was one of the best (the 4th Yr had also a great number), I was very disappointed with the scoring system. The judges combined the students' performance and the results of the games and the number of guests per level. It was totally unfair for us. It was all because of the performance of the other two sections. The result of their number pulled us down. It was so unfair because, like I said, we had one of the best dances of the day. It was also biased. The judges were composed of 4 teachers from the other campus, while two from our campus. Of course, you would expect that they are more on the other side. Grr...how I wish the panel of judges were from other schools and the scoring system would be a lot different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad this was over. For the past weeks, I have been the leader and choreographer of the class. But, this is only the beginning people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH 6: Foundation Day - Mini Fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Monday was our Foundation Day or much better known as the Mini Fair. We, the Sophomores are in charge of the Marriage Booth. I was "on duty" most of the time so you probably could just imagine how many couples I've seen wedded. Our booth usually has the least number of customers, but surprisingly, they were a lot -- not to mention myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, this will be shocker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking for a plastic bag from one of the kuya's becuase the bottles I collected during that day alone was already giving a pain. Then, two of my friends came to me and warned me that I'm going to be handcuffed. I turned back -- still waiting for that plastic bag. Next thing I knew, I saw Jim and two First Year girls approaching me! I tried to avoid them, but they were too persistent. So , being a natural good girl, I let them do what they want. The two of us walked around the campus -- without talking to each other. Whne I thought my nightmare would be over, we were brought to the Marriage Booth (Oh, I forgot to tell you. Since we are in-charge of the booth, we made a new rule that whenever a couple will be handcuffed, they go straight to our booth.) Along the way, a group of Second Year boys from the other campus approached us and asked Jim who is the girl thathe happens to be handcuffed with. When one of them said my name, I heard another one say, "&lt;em&gt;Ang swerte mo naman Jim!&lt;/em&gt;" Great! I just want to pound him and tell him, "&lt;em&gt;Anong maswerte dun?!&lt;/em&gt;" or something else. When we finally arrived at the "altar", all of the Second Year students were excited and more "kilig" than we are. In the middle of the ceremony, the "priest" (who happens to be one of the &lt;em&gt;"sira-ulo"&lt;/em&gt; people I know), asked one of my class mates if the honeymoon comes before marriage. I know he was serious asking that question, but that really made me laugh. Then, I suddenly felt that there were more and more people surrounding us. Gosh! I was really starting to get embarassed. Anyway, here's my favorite part of the ceremony. instead of just sprinkling the "holy water" over our heads, the "priest" squirted the bottle all over Jim. Hahaha...he was really wet. Then, we had the &lt;u&gt;recieving&lt;/u&gt; of rings (I said receiving because Jim just got the ring for himself. On the other hand, I already had one because I got it from a plastic earlier. :p) People urged us to kiss, but thank God for saving my beloved cheeks. Hehehe... We didn't get to sign a marriage contract because they ran out of stock. Thank God! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you would ask, "What's the feeling?" Honestly, I felt &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. No, I'm not naive or numb, it's just probably the fact that it's really over between the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, everyone was so "kilig" over the moment, I know there was one person who isn't -- the girl. When Jim and I passed her along with a classmate, he [the classmate] asked Jim, "&lt;em&gt;Uy Jim! Di ba dapat si Honey yan?&lt;/em&gt;" He wasn't joking. I could tell his voicec was really serious. When I looked back at the girl, I could tell the looks of her face that she was quiet, really quiet. Then, like sending a mental message to Jim, I thought, "&lt;em&gt;Oo nga Jim, di ba mas OK pa sayo na si Honey ang ka-handcuff mo?&lt;/em&gt;" But I know he didn't  want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling one of my friends are behind this. Well, I hope she's happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off from the beginning of that moment 'til minutes after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concealed this side of the story, but right now, I'm ready to reveal it to all of you who have been reading my posts since then. An hour after all that happened above, I sat on one bleacher. I was reviewing for the upcoming General Information Quiz Bee until my thoughts drifted to Jim. I was still angry at him. The memory of what he did to me left a scar in me that stings and burns whenever I see or feel his presence. I looked at the Jail Booth. He was there. I got my cell phone and started to text him saying that there was no use to get angry at him anymore. At first, he was bewilered. But, when I told him that I forgive him already, we were OK again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have sinned. God took him away from me because He knew he wasn't the right one for me and He's just keeping me away from trouble. But, I don't know what to do. Last thing I knew, I was in a state of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH 9: Quiz Bee Finals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could clearly remember that I was quite nervous when I stepped on the grounds of the other campus when we, the finalists, got there for the quiz bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first quiz bee was Spelling. The words were tough. I reviewed well enough, but it seems that only 1% of what I reviewed was given. When they were tallying the scores, I could feel my heart punding in my chest. To my surprise, I won! I'm the Spelling Bee Champion! Yehey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all of us thought that the Quiz Bees for the day are over, we were surprised when one of the teachers announced that today the Math and General Information will be held. Of course, we paniced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Math after a minutes of waiting. No comment except for the fact that I'm not really good in Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was General Information. I have set my mind that I'll challenge myself to become a champion again. Unfortunately, my points weren't enough and there is someone better than me. But, somehow, landed 1st runner-up! Hehehe...not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH 10: Asian Food Festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. The event we have all been waiting for -- the first Asian Food Festival happening in our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of tension happening in all of the groups since everyone wanted the prize. (The prize is that you and your group will not take the Finals in AP as well as in THE. It only means your automatically 100 in both. What a prize!) We only had a minimum of 45 minutes and a maximum of 60 minutes to prepare everything. You could just imagine how tense everyone is not to mention the audience as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, it was already time to announce the winners. Our group held hands because we knew we did our best. Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best in National Costume:&lt;/u&gt; Group 3 (Japan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best in Table Setting&lt;/u&gt;: Group 1 (Thailand)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Best in Food Preparation&lt;/u&gt;: Group 6 (China)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the judge announce our group winning the third award, we couldn't contain our happiness! We're already exempted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, our happiness was stopped when we heard that there is still an award for the Over-All Champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd Place&lt;/u&gt;: Group 3 (Japan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Place&lt;/u&gt;: None because there is a special reason...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Place&lt;/u&gt;: Group 1 and Group 6 (Thailand and China)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tie! I couldn't believe my ears! We won! Our group won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was the one of the most memorable ones in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank you God for everything you have given me. You have showered me with so much blessings. Even though most of the times I think that you are spoiling me so much, Lord, I'm grateful for everything. Thank you, Lord. Thank you." &lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114215582798380715?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114215582798380715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114215582798380715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114215582798380715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114215582798380715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-has-been-weeki-know.html' title='It Has Been A Week..I Know..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114130723778928407</id><published>2006-03-02T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T05:47:17.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are a lot of things to smile about in this world -- the people who care for you, the feeling of being alive, and the success you have attained in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I couldn't believe I did it. Finally, I reached the Finals in all three categories I participated! It's like I'm living in a dream. But this isn't a dream, it's reality. I did the best I could, and this was the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh Lord, thank you for rewarding my perseverance and the passion to be one of the finalists. I offer all these for you were the one who helped me get through in this competition. Thank you, Lord. Thank you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But this isn't only the accomplishment I am thankful about. This week's Tuesday (or was it Wednesday), I was nominated as one of the Exemplary Students in our class. I was happy, but wasn't that confident enough for there is another student who is better than me in most of the criteria given. The next day, our class started to vote who they chose. As expected, that other student won. I was really quiet when our adviser announced the winner, because...I honestly wanted that award more than she does. I don't mean to be selfish or not being a sport, but it's just painful to know that it is almost like nothing to her, while for me, it's such a big thing. I'm not saying that she doesn't care because she also happens to be my friend. It's just hard to accept the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On the bright side, it is already enough for me to be one of the nominees. Look at it this way - out of 28 students, only four were chosen and that includes you. And besides, I feel that I'm already an Exemplary Student even without the certificate or medal, because I am already one in my own little way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114130723778928407?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114130723778928407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114130723778928407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114130723778928407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114130723778928407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114102382563210796</id><published>2006-02-26T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:03:45.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahit Walang Pasok, Busy Pa Rin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Haii..it has been four days since there were no classes. It was supposed to be something I should be happy of, instead I'm stuck here at home doing my requirements (especially the Florante at Laura scrapbook).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, I did get out of the house last Saturday. Mommy, Bea, and I went to Market! Market! since my Field Demo was postponed, my sister had no ballet classes, and my mom needed a day-off. We first watched the movie, "Close to You". &lt;em&gt;Natatawa nga ako dahil sobra ako nakaka-relate sa movie. Parehas kasi yung mga asar sa akin dati - mataba at boyba. Hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I bought three t-shirts! Yehey! (Although I didn't get to find a khaki bag.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm...I think that's all. Yeah, I know &lt;em&gt;walang masyadong&lt;/em&gt; news &lt;em&gt;puro nasa bahay kasi ako eh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Babye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are torn between a habit and a dream. You are torn sa taong nakasanayan mo nang kasama while the other one ay yung gusto makasama sa buhay."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;/em&gt;Kapatid ni Bea Alonzo sa movie (Favorite line ko toh! n_n)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114102382563210796?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114102382563210796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114102382563210796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114102382563210796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114102382563210796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/kahit-walang-pasok-busy-pa-rin.html' title='Kahit Walang Pasok, Busy Pa Rin..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114077591873393122</id><published>2006-02-23T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T02:11:58.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Demo...Postponed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grr...I blame those nonsense rallies for this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Before this happened, I was so looking forward on the day our Field Demonstration/Field Demo. I was confident that we could possibly the champions because of the uniqueness of our dance numbers as well as the perseverance and dedication of my classmates. Now, because of those imbecile people out there in the streets, our goal will still have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To make things clear, I'm not blaming the school. I blame those people who are just protesting for their own selfishness. Like Mike Defensor said a while ago in the press conference, "When the economy is finally going strong, that is the time those people hold those stupid rallies." I must say that I am really mad and disappointed at the situation right now. Who wouldn't be especially if you worked so hard just to choreograph the steps? Bottom line is...I was filled with many expectations as well as the excitement, but things like this happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh well, so much for that, there are some things that still makes me smile on this day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) I drew Shinn Asuka, a character from Gundam Seed Destiny, to cast the role of Konde Adolfo in my scrapbook. The result was wonderful! Even though it isn't as perfect as the original picture, I'm happy with the accomplishment. He even looks more handsome than Florante! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) While doing the scrapbook, my mother and I heard a song on the radio by Karen Carpenter. The title was "Close to You". My mother then began teasing me because it suites me well (that's according to her opinion!). On the other hand, I was trying hard to focus on my work. &lt;em&gt;Haii...mas kinikilig pa ang nanay ko kaysa sa akin!&lt;/em&gt; Bwahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) I will be able to watch the final and &lt;em&gt;super-kilig&lt;/em&gt; episode of one of my favorite animes, "Pretear", tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) I have more time to finish the tons of projects I have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) I will be able to have a peaceful &lt;u&gt;beauty&lt;/u&gt; sleep! Hehehe...kailangan yan talaga ng mga babae!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here are also some of the results of various tests I took in Tickle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My Real Color is: &lt;u&gt;BROWN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a &lt;u&gt;logical, practical person&lt;/u&gt; ruled more by your head than your heart. With your &lt;u&gt;inquisitive mind&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;insatiable curiosity&lt;/u&gt;, you're probably a &lt;u&gt;great problem solver&lt;/u&gt;. And you always &lt;u&gt;gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Easily intrigued&lt;/u&gt;, you're constantly &lt;u&gt;finding new ways to challenge your mind&lt;/u&gt;, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the &lt;u&gt;difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Trustworthy and steady&lt;/u&gt;, you really are a brown at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;99.9% true except for the statement, "...you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart." Why do I say this? Well, here's why...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Francesca, you follow your heart when it comes to success&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an &lt;u&gt;impassioned individual who just can't suppress your ideals&lt;/u&gt;. You've got a &lt;u&gt;strong sense of right and wrong, and want to let people know when they've crossed the line&lt;/u&gt;. Sure, there are times when you &lt;u&gt;sit back to hear both sides of an argument&lt;/u&gt;. But &lt;u&gt;people had better stay out of the way when your fiery passions take hold&lt;/u&gt;.But just because you can &lt;u&gt;be a bit of a rebel with a cause&lt;/u&gt;, it doesn't mean you're incapable of being understanding and compassionate. It's because you're &lt;u&gt;so invested in your ideas and interests that you can work so tirelessly toward your goals and speak up for what you believe in&lt;/u&gt;. So keep pouring your heart into it. With conviction like yours, you're sure to succeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;This is so true. It also has a connection with my real color. This side of mine is very noticeable only when I am school - either when debates are held or I stand up for my answer and what I believe in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Francesca, your most unique quality is that you're unusually Conscientious&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the &lt;u&gt;kind of person others depend on&lt;/u&gt;. You're &lt;u&gt;competent&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;self-disciplined&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;able to carry through with any plan you create&lt;/u&gt;. You've just got it together. You're also &lt;u&gt;good at weighing the pros and cons of any situation and making sound, well-informed decisions&lt;/u&gt;. Compared to others who are conscientious, you are unusually competent, &lt;u&gt;knowing what to do when needed, and confident that you will do it well&lt;/u&gt;. Only 2.3% of all test takers have this unique combination of personality strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Ows, really?! Ok, I see the connection again. This is fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...next time, I'll try out the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ In case you want to attend our Field Demo, feel free to inform me if you're interested. It's on March 4, 1:30 pm, at Saint Claire School, Villa Corrina Subdivision, Tandang Sora, Quezon City. See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114077591873393122?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114077591873393122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114077591873393122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114077591873393122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114077591873393122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/field-demopostponed.html' title='Field Demo...Postponed..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114035356349077402</id><published>2006-02-19T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T04:52:44.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's is Something in Your Smile.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I can say is...&lt;em&gt;ang lupet ng fellowship namin kanina!&lt;/em&gt; Hehehe..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok, let's get serious. Ate Karen and I talked a while ago before the fellowship started. Probably, she's right about how I feel for Jim. Even though I'm really furious with what he did to me, there is still that feeling that tells me that I want to know the truth. I don't know really what is the real story, but it's probably better not to mind about it anymore because there's something more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One of my greatest fear is to fall for one of my friends. Probably most of you would wonder why, but I have this principle in life that "&lt;u&gt;Friendship is more valuable than crushing on somebody&lt;/u&gt;". Friendship is such a treasure to me, so it's hard when it will be shattered. Probably, I'm just rejecting the feelings I have for him again, because I like him better when we are friends. Anyway, let me leave this post with simple message regarding my feelings for this person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"ABANGAN ANG SUSUNOD NA KABANATA..."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114035356349077402?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114035356349077402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114035356349077402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114035356349077402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114035356349077402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-is-something-in-your-smile.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s is Something in Your Smile..&quot;'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-114017097183497841</id><published>2006-02-17T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T02:09:31.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time to Shine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, I know it has been quite a long time since I last posted, but I'm back with the latest buzz on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A while ago, our school held the 13th Annual Journalism Congress. I was really excited for the past few days because I know this is my time to shine. I missed journalism a lot when I was in First Year, so I couldn't help but feel so happy to write again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With enough experience, I picked Copyreading and Headline Writing in both English and Filipino. (The group leader asked me 2 days ago what categories I want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, so expect that everything went smoothly.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To kick off, we had a little ceremony that was very interesting because the guest speaker was a former student from Saint Claire, a valedictorian in both Elementary and High School, received a degree in Speech and Communication in UP, and graduated as Cum Laude (&lt;em&gt;hehehe...memoryado!&lt;/em&gt;). Afterwards, one of the teachers explained the contest rules as well as the room assignments (since my categories are the same, I don't have to transfer to any room! Hehehe...). Then, the time had come and the English categories came first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the assigned room, I started to review all the things I need to remember. When the papers were given, I was surprised to see how similar it was with one of my papers that I had reviewed a while ago. Now I don't want to be rude or too proud, but I have to say that the contest piece was quite easy on my side. It was news, and I'm most of the papers given to me in the workshop, as far as I can remember was in the News category, plus it was about people who died in the fire. It was really quite easy, although I'm not that 100% confident that I would belong in the Top 5 (Sir Paul, the school's Journalism adviser, will pick only the Top 5 contestants per category) because there are a few students who knows copyreading quite well. Anyway, I just have to wait for the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next was my Filipino category. Sports news! But, before the contest I told my bestfriend that I was hoping there wouldn't be any sports article I need to edit. Oh well, might as well go with the flow. It was quite easy just like the one in English, so I didn't have to worry that much. I don't want to be an airhead here, but I must say the people who belong to the Honor or Outstanding List weren't there (except there were 2 I think). So, I thought there would be a great chance for me to win in this category. &lt;em&gt;Sabi nga ng mga naniniwala sa swerte, "'Pag sinuswerte ka naman".&lt;/em&gt; Hehehe... (This is only an expression that fits really well on what happened today; I don't believe in luck.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, the contest went really well. I don't want to be that confident to assure myself that I belong to the top students, although my classmates are pretty sure. Anyway, all I have to do is too wait &lt;u&gt;patiently&lt;/u&gt; until the winners are announced on the Recognition Day. (For those who know me very well, I'm sure you know why I underlined the word "patiently".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What happened to you and Jim?" that's the question you would probably ask. (&lt;em&gt;Eto na, Ate Karen, with all the juicy details pa...&lt;/em&gt;) Ok, let me rewind the events. At the bus on our way to Villa Corrina, I suddenly felt &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; nervous (as in &lt;em&gt;naninikip na ang dibdib ko&lt;/em&gt; and it was getting quite hard to breathe). I know that I'm not nervous because of the contest, instead it was Jim. Even though I got all the encouragement I needed, there is still that fear in me. When we arrived, I held on to one of my classmates for support for I fear that my legs would loose their steadiness. The teachers showed us where our designated groups are sitted. When I sat down, guess who was in front of me. It was Jim and "the girl"! They were only seperated by a little guy who I think is one of the honor students. At first I didn't know who it was, but when he shot a glance at the back, I just realized it was really him. Lucky for him and "the girl" because they were on the same group. As everything was going on, I noticed that he was looking at the back often. I don't know what is he looking at, but if it was, I don't care anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During the break, I told Johanna about who were in front of me. She replied by saying, "Ano? Naglalandian ba?" Hahaha...she really knows what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jim and I didn't get to talk, which was a good thing or else the next thing he would see are stars. However, I have come up with a couple of questions in mind. Am I really angry at him? What was I feeling a while ago, with the distance between us? The feeling was unknown to me. I couldn't name it at all. I don't know what to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-114017097183497841?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/114017097183497841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=114017097183497841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114017097183497841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/114017097183497841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-time-to-shine.html' title='My Time to Shine..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113902400841050791</id><published>2006-02-03T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T19:33:28.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Another Week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lot of things happened this week. At the same time, a lot of emotions and thoughts formed inside me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have a temper&lt;/u&gt;. Of course, the people who are very close to me know this very well, so as much as possible they try not to get in my way. However, others don't know about this fact. Because I'm so quiet, calm, and cool most of the time, they would start bothering me. &lt;u&gt;I hate people who bothers me everyday&lt;/u&gt;. I have one classmate who acts that way. He keeps on bothering me and it's getting on my nerves! In my opinion, that kind of behavior is so &lt;u&gt;immature&lt;/u&gt;. I try to understand him because he's just a new student, but I guess he's naive. He doesn't see how much I'm getting irritated at him. Anyway, just a few more weeks, my blood would finally calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another classmate I have to deal is &lt;u&gt;someone who loves talking about herself&lt;/u&gt;. I've noticed this quite sometime, but I just pushed the thought aside becuase I'm glad that we regained the close bond we once had. But then, she sounds so selfish. I don't know if I'm the only one who noticed this but, I've seen some looks. I want to tell her before things could go bad, but she seems so happy especially when we're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Lord, how could I deal with these type of people&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, just an update on the &lt;u&gt;Aftermath of My Heartbroken Moment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;I'm currently feeling a really better. I was touched at the messages in my Cbox. I'm so glad at the thought that a lot of people cared for me. Ate Karen, Mark, thank you a lot for the messages. I feel so blessed to have people like you. I pray that you would continue to help and cheer up people.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113902400841050791?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113902400841050791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113902400841050791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113902400841050791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113902400841050791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-was-another-week.html' title='It Was Another Week..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113834535908426938</id><published>2006-01-26T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:02:39.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much..n_n..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing really happened for the past days, but I'd rather tell you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I felt a lot better ever since I talked to two people who know what I advice they should give. They are right, I should move on with the life God has given me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thank you so much, Kathy and Ate Karen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, I can't deny on how much I miss the guy who has been close to my heart already. Everyday, I look at my cell phone, hoping that he would text me once again. When I go online, I open his archive and read the conversations we had. I really miss those times. But, everything fell into pieces -- pieces that are shattered, wasted, and will never be picked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;While undergoing the healing process, God opened my eyes to a lot of things. I ranked 3rd in our class and 4th in the whole Second Year. I received the award, "First in Deportment", again and lastly, qualified for the AP Quiz Bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There are a lot better things on Earth -- I guess this is what God is trying to tell me. I've fallen head-over-heels for a guy and lost interest in Him and His wondrous works. As a result, he took him away from me, but for the better. A guy is only a guy, but God is more than who He really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113834535908426938?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113834535908426938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113834535908426938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113834535908426938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113834535908426938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-muchnn.html' title='Not Much..n_n..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113776361675649086</id><published>2006-01-20T04:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T05:26:59.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Heartache: Third Party..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A new pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It happened just this Wednesday. It was my first time to experience this, and it hurts so much. Who would want to experience being a "&lt;u&gt;third party&lt;/u&gt;"? You've like the guy so much, and now, something comes up. He wasn't the guy you thought he was, because he also has his own little secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't judge a book by its cover."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Since then, I felt hurt...really hurt. Once again, my familiar friend, my own tears, came. I wasn't only hurt by what he did, but I also felt guilty and afraid. If only we didn't know each other, nothing would happen like this! I just ruined his life and even their relationship! I don't know if I have the courage to step onto the grounds of the other side. People there probably know what had been going on already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"If that's the case, you better stop what's going on between the two of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is going to be tough. However, I'm not really the one who caused all the trouble because I didn't know. I absolutely had no idea. It was also his fault. He didn't tell me the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I thought that everything will be alright, but I guess I was wrong -- very wrong. I could talk to myself right now, "Cheska, you fell for another loser." I couldn't agree more. When things are starting to work out just fine, a mushroom sprouts from the ground and destroys the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just thought of this last night. I'm going to let my love life have its "quiet time" for some time. I don't know how long, but it'll just rest. The incident hurt me a lot, and I just need some healing. But, I'm not telling that I'm attempting to escape again. I'll just let this feelings subside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will still remain in my heart, but only as someone special during the past days. It seems impossible to bring back the friendship we had. I'm sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113776361675649086?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113776361675649086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113776361675649086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113776361675649086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113776361675649086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-heartache-third-party_20.html' title='A New Heartache: Third Party..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113750514157420753</id><published>2006-01-17T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T05:39:01.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim and the Math Quiz Bee..Is There a Connection?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha..I know the title's pretty weird, but it's true. Jim is &lt;u&gt;somewhat &lt;/u&gt;related to the Algrebra Quiz Bee we took a while ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Math was our first subject for this day. To everyone's surprise, our teacher announced that today is the First Elimination Round of the Math Quiz Bee. When we all started answering the papers, I suddenly though of Jim. Math is his favorite subject and that only means, he'll probably be one of Top 5 students in their class to pass the eliminations! And one more thing, if I pass the eliminations with him, we might be able to see each other again!!! At this thought, I did the best I could to answer every question. When the time ended, I became quite excited for the results. When we ended checking the papers, our teacher started calling the scores one by one. Johanna was the highest then followed by Paul, TJ, and Vanessa. Since our teacher mentioned that the Top 5 students will advance to the next round, all she needed was to mention one more name. I saw her reaction and I could tell she was somewhat surprised. Then, her eyes looked at me. She announced my name! I was the 5th participant! I did it! Yehey!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I arrived home, I felt so proud of myself. I qualified for Math, but I didn't in Science (we also took the First Elimination in Science right after our Math subject). In fact, I like Science better. Well, for the Science, I admit it was easier compared to Math if and only if I didn't forget the familiar terms there. I even regret the day when I didn't listen to my sister when she was telling me all about Mitosis! Anyway, it's alright for me at least I am one of the contestants in Math and Spelling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"I didn't only qualify just for myself nor for my family...I did it also for him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By the way, I remembered that I read one of the advises that Today's Advises box (given by Pito as a birthday present) contain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the quietness and in confidence shall be your &lt;u&gt;STRENGTH.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;God &lt;/u&gt;was the one who really gave me strength. I wouldn't have qualified if it wasn't for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Thank you, Lord for giving me the strength I needed a while ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113750514157420753?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113750514157420753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113750514157420753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113750514157420753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113750514157420753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/jim-and-math-quiz-beeis-there.html' title='Jim and the Math Quiz Bee..Is There a Connection?'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113716058822553369</id><published>2006-01-13T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T05:56:28.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FiRsT TwO wEeKs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry if I haven't been updating for so long. I have been busy and lazy for the past days. Anyway, here's an update regarding the first two weeks of the new year. (Expect that this is going to be quite long.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: Jan.4 : - Ipis Invasion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The title is pretty clear. About two or three roaches invaded our classroom. It looks like they have multiplied during the vacation and had planned to surprise us on our first day in school. The day was totally crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: Jan.5 : - Kay Daming Kahihiyan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A couple of my classmates had there own embarrassing moments. Anyway, no need to tell the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;: Jan.6 : - Halatang Tinatamad Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We weren't the only ones who are lazy for homework and discussions, but also our teachers. Most of subjects will properly start on next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;: Jan.7 : - Party Qh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I will always remember that day. I had always longed to have a birthday party. The last party I had was I think when I was toddler. I can't quite recall what was my exact age, but I know it was really a long time ago. Thankfully, mommy let me. The party was a blast! Everyone came except for Micah and Joshua. &lt;em&gt;Daming funny moments!!! Sana mapa-develop kaagad ang mga pics!! Here comes my favorite part. Since Myk, Pito, and Justin was there and they started to play some music, the rest of us (Osan, Krizsa, Abbie, Mark, and I) felt like there was a live band. Ang gagaling talaga nilang lahat lalo na sina Justin at Pito kasi first time ko lang sila marinig tumugtog. Nakaka-elibs tlga!&lt;/em&gt; I think Krizsa has a video of them in her cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After all the fun we had, I had come to realize something. I&lt;strong&gt; had finally found a group of friends where I really belong. In this group, I can be me. In this group, I learned the true meaning of friendship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, that wraps up the first part of my update. I guess I'm going to post the part two tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Babye for now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;++ By the way, birthday ngayon ng crushie ko!!! &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Jim!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113716058822553369?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113716058822553369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113716058822553369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113716058822553369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113716058822553369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-two-weeks.html' title='FiRsT TwO wEeKs..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113612109902762205</id><published>2006-01-01T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T05:11:39.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 nA aQ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow!! Indeed, time surely flies fast. I'm already 14 years old now. I have to admit, I am no longer the little girl with clips on her hair. I'm growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First of all, I want to thank you to all the people who greeted me a while ago through their text messages, calls (Krizsa!!!), posts on my cbox (Pito!!!), YM (Jo!!! Marz!!!), and even face-to-face. Although I can't name all of you, I'm certain that you know who you are. Thank you so much for your greetings!!! Mwah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has given me another year -- another year full of new journeys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;++ By the way, the welcome note you just read was a song from&lt;strong&gt; Nickelback&lt;/strong&gt; called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Far Away&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is one of the most touching songs I ever heard, so I like to share it with you..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113612109902762205?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113612109902762205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113612109902762205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113612109902762205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113612109902762205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2006/01/14-na-aq.html' title='14 nA aQ..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113603970938147694</id><published>2005-12-31T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T06:35:09.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Chapter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is going to be my year-end report...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2005 was the year when everything went topsy-turvy (especially my lovelife). I have to admit, their were a lot of frowns rather than the smiles. There were also a lot of lessons life has taught me. I've also experienced a lot of conflicts -- some that involve me in the case and some aren't. Some opened my eyes to the truth and some just left me in pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But, behind every darkness, a light shines within. This year, I finally have a barkada -- a group where I really belong to in the first place. We had a lot of funny moments which will never disappear. I came back to my true Alma Mater -- Saint Claire School. I realized how much I miss the memories and the people that made me feel I am home. This is where I belong. This is where my home is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Of course, how could I ever miss my lovelife? I think I had three major crushes for this year. All of them were great guys. All of them had their on genuine charm that caught my eye. But, right now, there's only one left (and I'm sure u know who he is). I had a great time with these guys (even though, sometimes, I wish didn't have a crush on them..hahaha..just kiddin'!!Ü). Oh well, at least there are still great guys here on Earth..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Indeed, God has given me another year -- a colorful year just like the fireworks displaying outside. There are ones that make your jaw drop in amazement or others that makes you want to wear earplugs next time.Ü And as Chapter 13 of my Book of Life closes, Chapter 14 is already waiting to unfold. Another year. Another year of smiles, tears, laughter, and not to mention, heartaches ahead of me. Life goes on for me, I must say. I hope my life will not yet end at the middle of my 14th year. I can't wait to start the coming year. I'm looking forward to all the surprises my life will encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wish you and your family a Happy, Happy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...and a Happy Birthday to me!!! Hehehe..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113603970938147694?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113603970938147694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113603970938147694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113603970938147694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113603970938147694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-chapter.html' title='The New Chapter..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113586684359570136</id><published>2005-12-29T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T06:34:03.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Frown Turned Upside-Down..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why I was so grumpy and silent a while ago, but fortunately, everything's alright now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So..our conversation didn't go exactly as planned -- that got me a lot worried. I practically ran out of topics to discuss. Even though he was sweet, funny, and really thoughtful, I can't help myself to stop worrying so much. Good thing, I talked about this to Mariel. I have to admit, I'm not really that patient especially when I'm crushing on somebody. But, in order to be successful, you definitely need tons of patience. Plus, I need to be glad because he's talking to me. You know, I'm excited on what's going to happen in the coming year. All smiles for me now!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, btw..I've got highlights again..only a little bit thicker streaks..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113586684359570136?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113586684359570136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113586684359570136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113586684359570136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113586684359570136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/12/frown-turned-upside-down.html' title='A Frown Turned Upside-Down..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113565750089136464</id><published>2005-12-26T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:25:00.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's More Than I Thought He Was..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was supposed to post this last night. Unfortunately, I lost track of time and got carried away by the conversation me and my friends had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go online again in case he would show up to. Funny -- we both showed up at the same time! (According to my friends, we were like fated. Hahaha..) When I was about to say "hi", a window popped up and he said "hi" to me first. He then asked me how was my Christmas (Seems to me that he isn't shy anymore..n_n..). When we got to know a little more about ourselves, I began to realize how much we have in common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We both came from a place with the word "Nueva" in the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We both have one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We are both &lt;em&gt;palabiro&lt;/em&gt; to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We both can't think of any words to say in our testimonials for each other. (We've just known each other since the Cheering Practice.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We both want to discover what other qualities we possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We actually don't like being in position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehehe..kilig n0h?!&lt;/em&gt; But, there's one thing we absolutely don't have in common. Guess what guyz? His favorite subject is &lt;strong&gt;MATH&lt;/strong&gt;. I have to admit, I'm only beginning to like Math. It's not my favorite subject. See? He's the most unusual guy I ever had a crush on. Look, he's an athletic guy, but he has the academic brain. In short, that's plus points for a guy like him. Another thing, he is very humble. I told him that he did a great performance during the Intramurals, but he says he isn't that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, he's really a good guy. He's just who he is. Thank heavens, there is still guy like him on Earth. I can't wait to know more about him..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113565750089136464?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113565750089136464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113565750089136464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113565750089136464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113565750089136464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/12/hes-more-than-i-thought-he-was.html' title='He&apos;s More Than I Thought He Was..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113543742851824733</id><published>2005-12-24T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T07:17:08.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Wish That Came True..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since that very day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've made a simple wish...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now, it came true...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the night of Christmas Eve...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm having the greatest Christmas ever!!! Guess what, peepz?! Jim just added me in his YM!!! Aaaaahhhhh!! I could just scream (But, actually, I'm screaming with joy right now!! :D). Well...thanks to Mariel (You're really the #1 dude!!!). She was the key to unlock the door of happiness. Anyway, some of you maybe wondering what Jim and I talked about. Umm...nothing really serious -- juz getting to know one another, only, little by little. He even added me in his Friendster account!!! Hahaha..there's one photo of him if you want to know who he is. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, some of you might ask why am I falling head over heels for this guy. For those who have seen him, he isn't the type of guy who has the look of a commercial model. He's just simply cute (in spite of his big nose..). I like guys who have this genuine charm like being really good at a certain area (musical, athletic...you get my point..). In Jim's case, well, he's tall so that makes him a great basketball player (I've seen him play in the Intramurals and I must honestly say, I was impressed by his performance) and a member of the Science Club in which I find unusual for a guy who likes playing basketball. He isn't the honor pupil type, but he seems to be an average student. He's a quiet type, but a great one to talk to (especially now that we've chat). Hehehe..okie..enough of this kilig stuff! I'm starting to look like a tomato here! Hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everyone's having a good time including Jo and Mariel. But, behind all the smiles and laughter, let us not forget the reason for this season. Today is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HIS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the real reason why we're here and having a wonderful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Lord, thanks for everything. May you continue to make everybody's Christmas special like mine. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!! Mwah!!! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113543742851824733?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113543742851824733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113543742851824733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113543742851824733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113543742851824733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-wish-that-came-true.html' title='A Christmas Wish That Came True..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113534066345289661</id><published>2005-12-23T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T04:24:23.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haii..Another Boring Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waaahhh..naiinis tlga ako pag wala magawa!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang boring dito sa bahay!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(sigh) Ehem...finally got those wordz out. Promise me, it's really boring here at home. I even thought of playing with my saliva for a change (joke!! hahaha..it's hard to imagine ok? hahaha..). Highlights of the day? (There are still a few highlights even though my day was a bore) Well, for starters, the song "&lt;strong&gt;ULAN&lt;/strong&gt;" by &lt;strong&gt;Cueshe&lt;/strong&gt; just keeps ringing in my head. I find the song nice (sorry Pat). But, I'm not a Cueshe fan. Later that afternoon, I felt bad for the rest of the day. I won't say the details. It's just I felt angry at my mom. Now, I feel quite better already -- thanks to Abbie and Pito. Btw, check out Pito's blog...I just flooded his tagboard. (Evil laugh) Hahaha..*cough* *cough* *cough*..blasted these furballs!! Hehehe... I also read the reviews for the 3rd chapter of my 2nd fanfic, &lt;strong&gt;Love Takes Up the Glass of Time. &lt;/strong&gt;Please read and leave your thoughts and your suggestions for future chapters. Thank you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's it for this day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Advanced Merry Christmas to everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Remember your Noche Buena, peepz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113534066345289661?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113534066345289661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113534066345289661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113534066345289661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113534066345289661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/12/haiianother-boring-day.html' title='Haii..Another Boring Day..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113508733904877858</id><published>2005-12-20T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T06:02:19.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun,Fun, and More Fun..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just had the most wonderful time in my 13-year old life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have to admit that yesterday was indeed such a busy day. In the morning, we took the final set of exams (and take note of this...we had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOUR &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;exams on this day, namely: Values Education, Health, Chemistry, and Filipino). When everything was over, it was time for our Christmas party inside the classroom. Honestly, it wasn't really party because there wasn't any music around the house. The only fun time we had was when all of us opened the presents we received from the Kris Kringle and when it was time to eat. Oh well...at least it was already the end of our miseries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Later that afternoon, it was now time for me to go to the Youth Christmas Party in our church. I absolutely had a great time there especially when Princess and Albie showed up. Guyz, I have to tell you -- they were really pretty and honestly, they even look prettier than me (no kidding!). Anyway, I laughed a lot while the party was going on. Pito was the host so maybe most of you probably know how corny he really is. I didn't know why I laughed a lot at his jokes, but I guess it's because it really sounded corny and &lt;em&gt;mababawa lang talaga kaligayahan ko&lt;/em&gt;. But I have to admit, he was a great host. And then I finally knew why he was holding a script...he played the voice of Big Brother in the play (That was the theme for the Christmas Party). I even teased him a little when the show was over (I started calling him &lt;em&gt;kuya&lt;/em&gt;). Hahaha...I really enjoyed my time being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now, for the main event, the High School Dance. We (Albie, Princess, and I) didn't arrive at the dance on time because we let the Youth party finish and we were caught in a major traffic jam. When we arrived, we were greeted by our other friends (Mariel, Claire, Recyn, Lea, and Michael). Oh, btw, Mariel looked really pretty with her unique style in fashion. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that my crush, Jim glanced at me for a while. I grinned shyly when he wasn't looking anymore, but I noticed one thing: He was also wearing the same color combination like mine...orange and blue! Ok...I won't argue with my mother again about what to wear anymore (she was the one who insisted me to wear pants). Serendipity sure can play tricks on people! Then, for the whole night, all we did was dance like crazy on the dance floor! And guess what my friends told about me?! They said that they never knew that I was such a party girl. Well, it's just because I am one of the quiet ones in school, but when it's time to party, I shift to my party mode and dance the night away! Everytime we were dancing, I always try to steal a glance to where Jim was sitted. I have to admit he looks incredibly cute. To be honest, I wasn't only dancing just to have fun, but I was also dancing just to make him notice and ask me if I wanted to dance with him. When we all sat back to our tables, I noticed that Jim often looked back to where we are sitted. When the DJ's played the slow music, my heart leaped. I was already impatiently waiting for him to ask me. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Anyway, I decided to push that thought anyway and continue to dance the next set of party music. When the night almost ended, Carlos, a former classsmate of mine, pulled Jim with him and introduced him to me. While Carlos was doing the talking, I can't help notice how Jim can't look at me straight in the eye. He was somewhat...uncomfortable (Is it because I'm already right in front of him?) But, behind his discomfort, I could clearly see he's wide smile on his face (Maybe if the lights were on, I could even see him blushing. Luckily, they weren't turned on.) Then and there, the boys left (Carlos was teasing him on the way back. Poor Jim!) and I resumed dancing the night away. Finally, the dance ended. But before I left, I almost forgot to say goodbye to Claire, so I went back. But when I looked back, I saw Jim with a girl! And it looks like they were exchanging cell phone numbers! I tried to see who the girl was, but my parents were already waiting for me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable and left. Oh, how I wished it was Claire. How I wished Jim was asking my cell number from her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whew! This entry was sure long! But you know, last night was the greatest time I ever had. It was one of the most memorable moments I ever experienced as a teenager. Really, that night I was really feeling I was a teenager. I was surrounded by tons of party people (including my friends), my crush looked incredibly handsome, and I had 100% pure, clean fun. I even felt that I went to 100 night clubs that night because of the fun I had! Well, as for Jim, I'm still thinking of him up to now. I even remember what Lea told me. "&lt;em&gt;He is obviously trying to come near to you, but he can't.&lt;/em&gt;" You know that really made my head tick. I wonder if he has feelings for me as I to him. All of my friends think that he has a crush on me based on his behavior, but I don't want to jump to conclusions anymore. Oh well, it it's true, he would right up to me and state his feelings. In return, I would be happy and might/would tell him what I feel for him too. If not and everything was just plain coincidence, I'll just keep quiet and continue to admire him secretly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, that's all for me now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bye! And advanced Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113508733904877858?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113508733904877858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113508733904877858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113508733904877858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113508733904877858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/12/funfun-and-more-fun.html' title='Fun,Fun, and More Fun..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113474276162014069</id><published>2005-12-16T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T06:19:21.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stupid Mistake..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;never thought that something like this would happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was supposed to delete all the Sent Messages in the Sent Items box, accidentally, I deleted ALL the messages including my folders. I tried to stop the process, but it was done. I cried. I felt angry at myself for doing such a stupid mistake. All those messages were important to me especially those from my ka-barkadz and family. I continued to cry bitterly while, my mother tried to comfort me. I couldn't stop myself. It was too hard to accept. I even asked God the reason why this kind of things need to happen. I wasn't even able to study well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After a while, my tears subsided. Mom told me that it was alright compared to what happened to her when she graduated. She even told me that probably God has a purpose behind it. When I knew I was already better, I even joked that my messages memory was full anyway. Finally, I smiled and laughed. Yeah, those precious messages were already consuming a lot of space from my phone memory. My mother even added that after all this year's going to end and there's only a few days away before the New Year (and my birthday!), why not have new messages too? Chapter 13 will finally close, and Chapter 14 will soon start. I finally felt better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank God, mother was here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't want to cry anymore over that mistake for the coming days. I have a great week ahead of me. I'm included in the SLT Graduation. I'm going to attend the CCBC Christmas Party. I'm going to have fun at the Youth Christmas Party and High School Dance on Monday. I don't want that mistake to take over my weekend nor what I felt a while ago (I felt confident that I'm going to have a 9 of 9 in my Quarterly Exam in Math..n_n..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm finally feeling better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113474276162014069?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113474276162014069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113474276162014069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113474276162014069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113474276162014069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/12/stupid-mistake.html' title='A Stupid Mistake..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113412763144017251</id><published>2005-12-09T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T03:27:11.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehehe..long time no blog people!!! Well, I've been busy with other things such as my studies and my fanfics..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, I'll just give you the latest updates about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Read my last post? Well, everything's alright now, but there's just one BIG twist. I even spoke about my feelings for Jim! Hahaha..long lasting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm feeling excited at the same as nervous for the upcoming &lt;strong&gt;High School Dance&lt;/strong&gt;. I've already planned what to wear, but will he ask me to dance with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are new fanfics in my upcoming list -- &lt;strong&gt;Three Wishes&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Three Words&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Who You Are&lt;/strong&gt;. Check them out at &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net&lt;/a&gt;. Please support!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Recently updated&lt;strong&gt; Destined to Be's 9th chapter&lt;/strong&gt; entitled "&lt;strong&gt;Head Turner"&lt;/strong&gt; and is now currently writing &lt;strong&gt;Love Takes Up the Glass of Time's 3rd chapter, "Yearbook"&lt;/strong&gt;. I have been inspired to write lately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Having lesser hours of sleep nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thought of a great idea for my scrapbook in Florante at Laura. Hehehe..juz wait and see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I already thought of what I want this Christmas. I told my mom that I want the book, &lt;strong&gt;Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Love and Friendship&lt;/strong&gt; and/or a &lt;strong&gt;sketch pad&lt;/strong&gt;. I've realized that I have a talent in drawing, so I want to enhance it with the right materials. (I even drew Ginji from the Get Backers (only in his stuff toy form) because of boredom! Hahaha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm..what else? Oh, I remember. I love the song "&lt;strong&gt;I Still...&lt;/strong&gt;" from the &lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know why, but it has a big impact on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think that's all of it. A few days left until Christmas and my birthday!!! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Toodles, peepz!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113412763144017251?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113412763144017251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113412763144017251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113412763144017251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113412763144017251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog!'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113309612256037639</id><published>2005-11-27T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T04:55:22.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A message to someone out there:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sorry if I bothered you. I just want to know the truth. You see, I was hurt with what you did to me. It even destroyed our friendship. I then, realized that you aren't the person I used to know before. You told me you aren't angry, but I am still not convinced. How come you can't answer my question? Yeah right, you're serious, but I think the real truth lies at the back of your head. C'mon, anyway, you're wise enough to say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As I promised, here are some of my favorite lines of the songs I wanted to share with you (especially to that someone out there):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life After You by Brie Larson: &lt;/strong&gt;...I thought I was gonna die, turns out I survived/Hey, didn't need you anyway/I get better everyday/Don't you think it's funny how it all works out?/Yeah, I finally got a life/I go on every night/Now I've got so much to say, so much to do/This is life, life after you/...I don't have to say I'm sorry/...I don't think I've ever felt so free/I guess I should be thanking you for this brand new attitude...//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone by Kelly Clarkson: &lt;/strong&gt;Your eyes they sparkle/That's all changed into lies that drop like acid rain/You washed away the best of me/You don't care/You know you did it/I'm gone/To find someone to live for in this world/There's no light at the end of the tunnel tonight/Just a bridge that I gotta burn/You're wrong/If you think that you can walk right through my door.../...I am breaking that habit today/...There is nothing you can say/Sorry doesn't cut it, babe/Take the hint and walk away/'Coz I'm gone/Doesn't matter what you do/It's what you did that's hurting you/All I needed was the truth/Now, I'm gone//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There they are, folks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113309612256037639?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113309612256037639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113309612256037639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113309612256037639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113309612256037639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/you.html' title='You..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113301303004008184</id><published>2005-11-26T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T05:50:30.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gundam Seed Destiny Update and HP4..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's good news for you, Gundam Seed Destiny fans (and that includes me):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aftermath News:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hobby Mags announced a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;special program consisiting of all 50 episodes of GSD plus a new "after episode", "The Chosen Future", that will be broadcasted on Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It will air past Christmas. The new after episode will reveal the path of Shin, Kira, and Athrun after the battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Schedules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TBS 1:50am-2:45am (Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;MBS 12:30am-1:25am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Source: Gunolta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can't wait to see it! What will happen to Shin and Luna? Will he still remember his sweet Stellar? What about Kira and Lacus? Finally, what will become of Cagalli and Athrun's relationship? Will they still meet at the altar after all that had happened? So many questions!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had finally watched HP4!!! Gosh, Cedric's so handsome!!! Draco only has a few scenes (I don't like the thought of that). Cho isn't that pretty compared to Hermione when she went to the Yule Ball. The movie has a lot of things to laugh about. I just love it!!! By the way, too bad Cedric died...I love the way he acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113301303004008184?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113301303004008184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113301303004008184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113301303004008184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113301303004008184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/gundam-seed-destiny-update-and-hp4.html' title='Gundam Seed Destiny Update and HP4..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113292599136569926</id><published>2005-11-25T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T05:39:51.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long and Winding Week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week may not be the best I've ever had, but it turned out to be quite alright. Any way, here are the highlights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This week's Tuesday was a blast! At the Morning Activities, Ms. Vesuntia announced the Second Quarter's Honor Students. When they were about to announce the students with the respected awards, I felt pretty relaxed because I know I'm going to receive the Best in Penmanship award again. Then, it was a surprise for me when Johanna was called instead of me. So, I thought I will bring home only one merit card. That's what I thought until I was called to receive the First in Deportment award! I was really happy because it was my first time to receive the award for leadership since I started schooling at SCS. At the same time, I also received the Outstanding Student award. Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, by the way, I don't know when was this but here it goes. We were given a sermon from our AP teacher because our class was so noisy (as usual...). He then, asked us who our inspirations were. When he asked me, I flashed him a smile. Suddenly, my classmates noticed that I was suddenly blushing. When I heard the question, the first person that flashed in my mind was of course Jim. Yeah, there were my parents, Bea, and my best friends; however, he was the first person who came into my mind that's why I blushed. When my teacher asked me again, I simply answered, "Someone...special." &lt;em&gt;Hahaha...nakakakilig talaga! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wednesday and Thursday was umm...not that interesting so, no news to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There were ups and downs on this day. I was happy that among the Outstanding Students in both campuses (Second Year only), I placed 5th in the ranking (hmm...not bad right? Hahaha...). At the end of the day, my spirits died down when I felt that I failed as a the leader of our group. Our group presented the worst, and I was so angry. But, I only have one thing to say, I did my job well and I did the best I could to become the best leader I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess this is enough. Oh, before I forget, I supposed to post something last Saturday, but there were some complications. I think I'm going to post it tomorrow or on Sunday. No offense on the material, but I just feel like sharing a couple of them to all of you especially to someone out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113292599136569926?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113292599136569926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113292599136569926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113292599136569926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113292599136569926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-and-winding-week.html' title='The Long and Winding Week..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113223384048984222</id><published>2005-11-17T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T05:24:00.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to admit it -- it was indeed a crazy day. Here is one of the crazy moments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lea: &lt;em&gt;Sino na nga ba yung inaasar sayo? Ah, si Jim! Uy...Jim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: (just smiling at her, but deep inside, &lt;em&gt;kinikilig&lt;/em&gt; ako! hahaha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(after a few minutes, I whispered to Lea that I find Jim really cute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lea: (surprised) &lt;em&gt;Ano ba yan, Cheska?! Ang papanget ng mga crush mo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: (laughing a little bit) &lt;em&gt;Cute naman siya ah?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lea: &lt;em&gt;Hindi! Hindi siya cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Cute siya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(I think you know what's going on..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(then, we hear our other classmates teasing one of our classmates, Luis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lea: &lt;em&gt;5'9 ka ba talaga, Luis?! Eh, mukhang mas matangkad si Jim kaysa sayo, eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;JM: &lt;em&gt;Si Jim? Yun ba yung malaki ang ilong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Kathy and Lea shifted their glances at me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: (at the time I heard that, I was laughing my head off! hahaha.. but I have to admit it Jim has quite a big nose, but he's still cute to me..bwahahaha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There was so much more, but this is my favorite for this day. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- I had fun in the tutoring a while ago! In fact, I'm already starting to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIKE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Math already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113223384048984222?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113223384048984222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113223384048984222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113223384048984222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113223384048984222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/crazy.html' title='Crazy..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113214655400473921</id><published>2005-11-16T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T05:09:14.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recalling the Past Three Days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It took me quite long before I could post again. My schedule was really hectic with a lot of assignments and projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday [11.13.05]&lt;/strong&gt; -- I didn't know what happened. He suddenly changed. He wasn't the one I used to know before. My feelings were hurt after that incident. But, I'm still holding my head up high. It seems that this is a little game, my friend. Well, I'll play along with you. Remember, you don't know who I really am. You don't know who you're messing with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(On the other hand, my AP project became more creative than I've ever imagined because of my anger for someone. Ok, here's tip for students doing their projects: Get angry first, it somewhat brings your creativity out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday [11.14.05] --&lt;/strong&gt; I had already started taking action. I can't wait for the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday [11.15.05] &lt;/strong&gt;-- Last night, I just realized that I'm really going to miss that certain guy I laid eyes on when we went to the other campus. I'm going to miss the times when I always pretend that I wasn't looking at him. I remembered one of my favorite moments when I was there. I, Claire (She knows me but I already forgot all about her. I only remembered when she mentioned that she was also one of the contestants in Ms. Saint Claire when I was one too.), and Pat were pumping balloons. It was quite a challenge for us because the yellow ones were too small. Across my side, I could clearly see him sitting on top of the bookshelf near an open window. Because of my temptation to look at him secretly, I pretended to look at the window, but in fact, I was really looking at him! Hahaha...talking about &lt;em&gt;pa-simple&lt;/em&gt;. I wil also miss the times when I always see him sitting alone. He is so quiet. All he just does is lean his head against the wall and observe the people around him. He's tall, handsome, and a great athlete. He always keeps a straight face on that made me wonder if he ever smiles. Until...I finally saw that smile. Ever since I saw that captivating smile on his glowing face, I liked him even more. Alright, I admit it. He's already my crush. My ONE and ONLY crush for NOW. Then, reality struck me. I won't be able to see him for a long time because he's there and I'm stuck here. Just then, I read the Tentative schedule of our school this coming November and December. I suddenly felt excitement rushing through my veins when I read that there will be a High School Dance on December 19! I know it's still far, but all I have to do is to have a little patience, right? I will able to see him again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday [11.16.05]&lt;/strong&gt; -- I'm slowly starting to get Factoring right. I can do this! Even though my score is still low, but my answers are not far from the real answer. I'm getting it! I'm starting to get the concept of Algebra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, that's it. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113214655400473921?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113214655400473921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113214655400473921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113214655400473921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113214655400473921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/recalling-past-three-days.html' title='Recalling the Past Three Days..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113179767097712623</id><published>2005-11-12T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T04:14:30.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-O-P-H-I-E-S..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're the SOPHIES,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're the best,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Among the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A while ago, we had our High School Cheering Competition. But, before the event began, heavy drops of rain poured from the sky. With all my heart, I prayed to God to give us a fine weather. Then, it was answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We were second to perform. Being a member of a squad, I was actually screaming my lungs out already. I also smiled to the audience because I was one of the frontliners. Frankly, I felt that I was the only one smiling. Anyway, I don't care. I want to enjoy every moment of my High School life. I don't want to be like other people who are bored to death and hate their HS years forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Unfortunately, we didn't win. The Freshmen won, which was pretty obvious. I've been thinking -- they really have a great possibility that they'll win "Best Batch" at the end of the School Year. Well, FY-Faith won in the Convocation. But, we, Somphomores won't give up. We still have our chance to show what we've got...in the Family Day and Journ Congress (&lt;em&gt;I want to be the Champion in the Journ Congress, so I'll really do my best in the category I'm good at&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't worry, Sophies. Anyway, according to my mom, we're the "Best Squad" for her..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOPHIES RULEZZZ!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113179767097712623?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113179767097712623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113179767097712623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113179767097712623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113179767097712623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/s-o-p-h-i-e-s.html' title='S-O-P-H-I-E-S..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113171719635496215</id><published>2005-11-11T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T05:53:16.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put a Smile on Your Face..n_n..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't really know the reason behind these smiles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I feel so tired, sweaty (&lt;em&gt;yuck!&lt;/em&gt;), and smelly (&lt;em&gt;gross!&lt;/em&gt;) the whole day. I slowly getting conscious of myself as each minute passed by. But, behind all these, I was smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think it's because I find a certain guy cute (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;this is different from a crush&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ok?). Fine...call me two-timer (for those who know who my crush really is), but I just find him different among his classmates. He's ok (that's what I think). He's really cute, but not the typical pretty-boy look. More of umm...exotic or something (as long as the word's not exotic). This isn't the only time I notice how cute this guy is. I've been interested in him since the Intramurals..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright...enough of the babbling. Along with these smiles-up-to-my-ears, I'm also feeling flattered. If you think I'm going to talk about it...guess again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jokes and teasings are half-true right? &lt;/em&gt;Just answer..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113171719635496215?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113171719635496215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113171719635496215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113171719635496215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113171719635496215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/put-smile-on-your-facenn.html' title='Put a Smile on Your Face..n_n..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113144945873405714</id><published>2005-11-08T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:30:58.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Rain Comes the Glorious Sunlight..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the rain comes the glorious sunlight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Two days ago, I felt like a wreck. Later that night, I cried my heart out to the Lord, because I wanted to disappear. However, yesterday changed everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mother told me that the reason why it happened is because God was happy. You see, I cried out to Him about what I feel. So, to cheer me up, he gave me an unexpected yet wonderful gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The reason why I cried is because I had finally realized my mistakes. I wanted to make things right again. I don't want the same mistakes happen all over again. To tell you the truth, my new book (&lt;em&gt;Saving My First Kiss&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Lisa Velthouse&lt;/em&gt;) was the one that brought me to my senses. I now wanted to live a life where I wouldn't cry anymore, because of my mistakes..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here's a song that I want to share with you. It somehow described what I felt yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M ALIVE &lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Celine Dion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I get wings to fly... Oh-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm alive... yeah.. yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you call for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I hear you breathe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get wings to fly...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel that I'm alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you look at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can touch the sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohh... Ooh.... alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you blessed the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just drift away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my world is right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm glad that I'm alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You set my heart on fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filled me with love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made me a woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm glad you're back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't get much higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My spirit takes flight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(My spirit takes flight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I'm alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Because I'm alive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh... never bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(When you call on me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you call on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(When I hear you breathe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I hear you breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I get wings to fly...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel that I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, I'm alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(When you reach for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you reach for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Erases fear inside)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves knows that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I'll be the one standing by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through good and through trying times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's only begun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait for the rest of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(When you call for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you call on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(When you reach for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you reach for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I get wings to fly...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah-ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I feel that...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(When you blessed the day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you blessed, you blessed the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I just drift away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just drift away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(All my world is dark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that... I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get wings to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God knows that I'm alive...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113144945873405714?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113144945873405714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113144945873405714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113144945873405714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113144945873405714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-rain-comes-glorious-sunlight.html' title='After the Rain Comes the Glorious Sunlight..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113128225784956918</id><published>2005-11-06T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T05:04:17.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Going to Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was happy, at first, with the way things started out this morning. Unfortunately, something happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All of a sudden, I felt something pinching my insides. I stood still...my eyes were wide open...I couldn't utter the words to say. I couldn't bear what I saw, so I quickly walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I didn't know how I felt. Various emotions were stirring inside me. All I just know I didn't feel good. I felt I was suffering a breakdown. I felt that I was struck by an enormous force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I kept thinking that it was nothing, but the image kept on replaying inside my head. I tried to read my new book to find an answer, but I couldn't take my mind off the incident. I kept on asking myself (even to my closest buds), "&lt;em&gt;What am I going to do?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even though my mind was a little bit settled by the words of my trustworthy friends, I'm still stuck with these unknown and stirring emotions. I kept on questioning myself especially the italicized words above. I even feel like I'm going crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I going to do? What am I going to do? What am I going to do?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113128225784956918?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113128225784956918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113128225784956918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113128225784956918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113128225784956918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-am-i-going-to-do.html' title='What Am I Going to Do?'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113118765685503964</id><published>2005-11-05T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T02:47:36.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hooray for me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ehem..here I present to you this month's layout!!! Pretty, isn't it? Yeah..I like it a lot too. Honestly, what I really like about it is the saying above (umm..that's the header, I think). Well..those are the exact words I want to say to someone special. It fits perfectly! Okie..gotta run now..I mean eat..hahahaha..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have fun with the Cbox!!!Hehehe..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113118765685503964?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113118765685503964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113118765685503964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113118765685503964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113118765685503964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-layout.html' title='New Layout!!'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113110754547302065</id><published>2005-11-04T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T04:32:25.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royalty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Royalty -- this word has been in my head ever since I started to read the Royalty Series of the Sweet Valley High books (if you know anyone who doesn't read these books anymore or if it is you yourself...may I borrow them? I've been addicted to these books for so long!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have always been a fairy tale lover. Enormous palaces...living the royal life as a princess...and of course, having my very own Prince Charming. I don't know what got into me, thinking of these things -- it even makes me laugh. I guess I was just swept away by the story -- the Wakefield twins living in a modern fairy tale. The story is really great especially when Elizabeth (the older twin) falls in love with a real prince. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(sigh) How magical! Well, in my opinion, I do believe there's a fairy tale in every one of us! (smiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Am I getting dreamy or what? (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113110754547302065?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113110754547302065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113110754547302065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113110754547302065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113110754547302065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/11/royalty.html' title='Royalty?'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113041651042245771</id><published>2005-10-27T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T05:35:10.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahahahaha..n_n..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What had hit me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why am I acting so crazy right now? A while ago, we had just lost the basketball game by ONE point. Grr...it irritated me so much. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After the game, I headed to the canteen to buy a bottle of water because I had been screaming my lungs out (even for the past days). Then before I handed my money to the cashier, I noticed Carlos, a former classmate of mine way back during my Elementary years. I was quite angry because he hasn't been talking to me neither any of his former classmates. I gave him a light punch in the arm. When he finally noticed, we began talking. Suddenly, his eyes spotted my 3-year(s) crush. He waved "Hi!" to me and I returned it. On the other hand, Carlos began teasing me. When my ex-crush walked away, I said, "&lt;em&gt;Hanggang ngayon yan parin ang intriga?!&lt;/em&gt;". When he parted, I heard some "ui!" from his table. Avoiding to think what those jerks were thinking, I just shrugged my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That moment when my ex-crush waved "Hi!", something inside of me told me that I should say something else. Indeed, I had so many questions inside my head like, "&lt;em&gt;How are you?&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;Why aren't you online most of the time?&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;How come you don't reply to my texts?&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;How are you and your girlfriend?&lt;/em&gt;" (if they're still on with the girl he mentioned a year back), and a whole lot more. I didn't know what held me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess I know why am I acting so crazy. I had seen him. There were a lot of times we had crossed each other's paths, but neither of us spoke. We just pass each other like we don't know each other. It was just a while ago he had noticed me. I've been watching him a lot of times, but I think he doesn't know. I was happy. I was happy because he finally noticed me. Seeing that smile on his face when he waved, brought me back in time when I was so "in love" with him. I remembered why I fell for him; it was his smile that caught my eye. I missed him, even though he isn't anymore the one my heart belongs. I'm glad. I just pray that we would be able to talk a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sorry if I can't mention the name...I just feel that I don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113041651042245771?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113041651042245771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113041651042245771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113041651042245771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113041651042245771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/10/wahahahahann_27.html' title='Wahahahaha..n_n..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-113005850040690178</id><published>2005-10-23T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T02:08:20.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life is an Eternal Bliss..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I thought "&lt;strong&gt;bad luck&lt;/strong&gt;" would continue to ruin my week, but for all that has happened to me on this day -- I never felt this much happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We spent a lot of time together...again. But, I don't think he minds. We are both happy when one's presence is there or nearby. In my opinion, our friendship is becoming even closer than before. I'm not saying that our friendship is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;exclusive&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, if that's the way some people see it. I just want to spend equal time with all of my friends, and that includes him. Well, I'm going to miss him on Friday and on Sunday. I just hope there's a signal in Nueva Vizcaya so I could text him and my other ka-barkadz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Patience is a virtue.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" "&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obedience has its reward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;" -- two sayings/proverbs that absolutely relate the incident that happened a while ago. Daddy arrived at home (past midnight) from his business trip, and guess what he bought me? An Mp3 player! I was really surprised at the early Christmas gift he bought for me. I've always wanted one. I even remembered that I always prayed to God that on Christmas or on my birthday my parents would give me one. But, it came so early! I even told my dad that it was too much. I also thought to myself that there are so many blessings God is giving to me. Now, I have proven that those two sayings/proverbs are so true..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My last words? &lt;em&gt;Thank you, God, for giving me a great day and so many blessings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Chapter 8 of "&lt;strong&gt;Destined to Be&lt;/strong&gt;" (my first fanfic) has already been updated! If you are interested to read it, please visit my "&lt;strong&gt;Links&lt;/strong&gt;" page, and click "&lt;strong&gt;Access to My Fanfics&lt;/strong&gt;". Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-113005850040690178?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/113005850040690178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=113005850040690178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113005850040690178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/113005850040690178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-life-is-eternal-bliss.html' title='My Life is an Eternal Bliss..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112998274605901247</id><published>2005-10-22T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T05:05:46.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a week!! So many things happened!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just this Monday, I suffered major menstral cramps. I even took a 500mg Mefenamic Acid tablet just to make the pain go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, our exams happened the following day. At the same time, I got so sick. I suffered from colds (until now), cough (dry and with phlegm), and hard time breathing. During the exam, I really couldn't think well because I somehow felt that my colds are going to my head. Gosh! I really had a bad week!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Behind all the bad luck entering my life, something really special happened last Wednesday. A certain someone texted me. He was asking about how I was and did I go to school even though my body is so weak. For a moment when he texted me, I suddenly felt that I wasn't sick anymore. I was really happy! I kept on reading that text over and over again! Was he concerned about my condition? Maybe..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last Friday, Mom and I fought, but, everything is alright now. We settled everything already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think that's it. Sorry for making it too summarized. I just don't feel writing something long in my blog anymore..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got a 98% in my Biology Quarterly Exam!!! I did it!!! And again, I'm the highest!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112998274605901247?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/112998274605901247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=112998274605901247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112998274605901247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112998274605901247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-week.html' title='What a Week!!'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112945167864084423</id><published>2005-10-16T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:34:38.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5066/1095/1600/AthrunxCagalli%20Avatar.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry if it took so long for me to post. I have such a busy schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, this month s blogskin will be my favorite anime, the Gundam Seed Saga. Last Sunday, I had just finished watching &lt;strong&gt;Gundam Seed Destiny s&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Gundam Seed 2&lt;/strong&gt;) episodes 40-50. The ending was tragic because &lt;strong&gt;Rey&lt;/strong&gt; (the guy with long, blonde hair who Osan thinks is gay, but is not), &lt;strong&gt;PLANTS Chairman Gilbert Dullindal&lt;/strong&gt; (I just dont get this man s problem), and &lt;strong&gt;Captain Talia&lt;/strong&gt; (who formerly had an affair with Gilbert) died inside the destruction of the Messiah Base. Fortunately, Kira and the rest of the Archangel crew were saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally, the series is over! I'm going to miss it so much! Anyway, there is good news. Instead of having a 5 minute OVA (Original Video Animation) just like in the Gundam Seed Series, Gundam Seed Destiny will be having their &lt;strong&gt;40 minute OVA&lt;/strong&gt;! It will be released at the same time Vol.13 will be out in the market. Yehey!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is more great news!!! K-Zone magazine gave out awards in various categories in celebration of their third anniversary. In the &lt;strong&gt;Best Anime &lt;/strong&gt;category, &lt;strong&gt;Gundam Seed&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;First Runner-Up&lt;/strong&gt; with a percentage of &lt;strong&gt;27.9%&lt;/strong&gt;!!! The anime that claimed the #1 spot is of course is &lt;strong&gt;Naruto&lt;/strong&gt;, which I don t care anymore because it keeps on repeating and repeating. Then, for the &lt;strong&gt;Best Anime Guy&lt;/strong&gt; category, &lt;strong&gt;Kira Yamato&lt;/strong&gt; (my 10-months anime crushie) bagged #1 with &lt;strong&gt;37.5%&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Yehey!!! Three cheers for Gundam Seed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lastly, if you noticed my welcome note it is a song that came from the GSD soundtrack. &lt;strong&gt;Wings of Words&lt;/strong&gt;, sung by &lt;strong&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/strong&gt;, is actually the &lt;strong&gt;fourth ending&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;strong&gt;fifth favorite song&lt;/strong&gt; from the series. By the coming weeks, I will be presenting my &lt;strong&gt;Top 5 favorite songs&lt;/strong&gt; from the anime. Hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112945167864084423?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/feeds/112945167864084423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12754210&amp;postID=112945167864084423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112945167864084423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112945167864084423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-memory.html' title='In Memory...'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112834652295679025</id><published>2005-10-03T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T06:35:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You (Kimi Ga Daisuki Ga)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’m still haunted by this feeling since last night. I miss him a lot already, even though we met and talked yesterday. But, I really miss him. To tell you the truth, I’m trying to stay away from him as much as possible. I’m just trying to stay away from rumors or “jumping into conclusions” from people. I even said to myself (even my mom):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Let him do the talking first, then you talk. Don’t make the first move.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we crossed our paths yesterday, I was surprised that he was the first one to notice me. He was even the first to greet “hi”. It gave me quite a surprise because I was usually the first to notice and greet him. I felt glad that we’re actually feeling a lot closer than before. I also remembered what mom also said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Don’t ever get the boy to notice you. It is better just to steal a glance at him from time to time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did what my mother told me to do. During class, I’ve been stealing glances at him. Whenever he catches me, I just turn my head to another direction – obviously, avoiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him a lot. Whenever I think of him, I always wish he’s here beside me right now – talking and cracking crazy jokes. This the first time I felt something like this. I’ve got so many crushes in the past, but the way I feel for him is somewhat different. I feel that I want to be with him always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this entry, I just want to tell you that I know I’m still young for this. I know maybe many of you now don’t want me to get hurt because I have a fragile heart. I always hear that from my friends especially those who are so close to me. Don’t worry. I don’t want to cry again because of a guy again. I’m tired of being &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Teary-Eyed-Because-of-Love&lt;/strong&gt;. I’ll be careful. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I want to say to the person I madly like is:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;“Kimi ga daisuki ga.”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Find out to know what it means. Hint: It’s Japanese.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112834652295679025?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112834652295679025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112834652295679025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-miss-you-kimi-ga-daisuki-ga_03.html' title='I Miss You (Kimi Ga Daisuki Ga)'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112773427778966689</id><published>2005-09-26T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T04:31:17.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Frustrated and Awful 2x..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This day is absolutely bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakakaka-bad trip tlga..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shocks!! I really feel awful and frustrated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I felt absolutely frustrated when it was already our &lt;strong&gt;Biology&lt;/strong&gt; period. Why? Simply because of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupidity and carelessness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've wasted 20 precious points in the last part of our Mid-Qtr exam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! We were supposed to make a &lt;strong&gt;Dihybrid Cross&lt;/strong&gt;, but instead of that, I did a &lt;strong&gt;Monohybrid&lt;/strong&gt; (now, how stupid is that?!?!)!!! I am supposed to get a &lt;strong&gt;99&lt;/strong&gt;, but because that, I got a &lt;strong&gt;81&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Because of the frustration I felt, I couldn't help but cry and cry on my seat. A few of my classmates try to comfort me and well, it quite made me feel ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A while ago, he went onlyn. Then, I waited impatiently for 3 minutes. When 3 minutes were over, I typed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Wala tlga satin ang magtatype noh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know what happened next? &lt;strong&gt;HE SUDDENLY WENT OFFLINE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; And the worse thing?!?! &lt;strong&gt;HE DIDN'T LEFT ME A REPLY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Great just great!!! I thought he would make me happy for this day, but he made it even worse!!! I even texted him, but still, &lt;strong&gt;NO REPLY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; What's going on?!?! I'm having one of the worst days of my life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-*- &lt;strong&gt;Lesson of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't expect too much.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (This is for that Biology Mid-Qtr exam. I honestly expected that I would get a perfect score, but now, I've learned my lesson.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-*- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those who comforted me a while ago, thank you for making me feel better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-*- I absolutely don't know what's with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112773427778966689?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112773427778966689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112773427778966689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/09/feeling-frustrated-and-awful-2x.html' title='Feeling Frustrated and Awful 2x..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112764603071548431</id><published>2005-09-25T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T04:00:38.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha..Eto Na Naman Po Tayo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okie..you probably know that this entry is all about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ihcihsuj&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..But, hey, let's face it..I really like-like him..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang kulit nya tlga!! Pero he's really weird yet funny. Ewan ko ba..basta..siya kc eh!!&lt;/em&gt; He did something that absolutely made me chuckle (you probably know that this is different from a laugh right?) but, I guess that's how people talk when they come from such schools. But, he's alright. I don't mind. I just really like-like him..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasensya na kung maikli lng entry ko ngyn..ayoko lng kc mag-elaborate eh..hehehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta..feeling ko narin pasaway me ngyn eh..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kanina pa sya pasaway tapos hanggang ngyn&lt;/em&gt;. Haii..oh well..as I always say..that's life. Oh..btw..if you want to know the story..I'll juz tell yah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112764603071548431?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112764603071548431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112764603071548431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/09/hahahaeto-na-naman-po-tayo.html' title='Hahaha..Eto Na Naman Po Tayo..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112728656622404672</id><published>2005-09-21T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:09:26.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate This Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate this day because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm absolutely 100% sure I'm going to fail my Math Mid-Quarter exam!!! D***, if only I could scream right now!!! Last night, I even made a promise to my mother that I would pull my Math grade up - from that 85 in the card to 90+. But, now it seems so impossible. I think I was pressured because of that promise. Shocks! Why did I even say that?!?! Aaarrrggghhh..I feel absolutely frustrated!!! It would even make me out of the Honor List!!! Aaahhh!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;: How dare she do such things?!?! Cheating and even using other people's feelings just to get what she wants and be under the spotlight..how low is that?!?! She even doesn't deserve such a ranking!!! It's not that I'm jealous, but she's the&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOWEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of all low people I've ever known. Gosh!!! Why are there people like her?!?! And, how naive of her?!?! She doesn't even know that many people hate her already because of how she acts and thinks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry if I have to scream my lungs out in this post. I just really hate this day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayonara..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't even think about it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't jump to conclusions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If the person you are thinking is the one I mentioned, hey, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;think twice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112728656622404672?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112728656622404672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112728656622404672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-this-day.html' title='I Hate This Day!'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112705088351549195</id><published>2005-09-18T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T06:41:23.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siya at Ako</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Ibang klase talaga pag kasama mo siya&lt;/strong&gt;- yun lang masasabi ko&lt;/em&gt;. To tell you the truth, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; spent my whole morning with him. We talked after class, before &lt;strong&gt;Krizsa&lt;/strong&gt; and I went to &lt;strong&gt;McDo&lt;/strong&gt;, and after service. I absolutely can’t blame him why I had fallen for him..he’s such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;wonderful&lt;/u&gt; guy&lt;/strong&gt;. We seem to feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;very comfortable&lt;/u&gt; with each other&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Tapos, ang tiyaga pa niya&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Nilalagnat na nga eh..nag-aaral pa ng Trigo&lt;/em&gt;. I told him to rest (because I think all he needs is a lot of rest..) and drink juices (&lt;em&gt;Calamansi-na-wala-masyadong-asukal&lt;/em&gt; juice and &lt;em&gt;Salabat&lt;/em&gt; (ginger juice)), but I don’t want to push him just because I’m worried. Well, he needs to study. I would probably even do that just for grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he’s really special to me. I think there’s &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;malice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in our –&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;- (if you really call that –&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;-..). And, I think he only sees me as a friend. It’s alright with me if he can’t return my feelings as long as..we are &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open to each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;..n_n..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;~ I remembered one line he said that made me smile:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Di muna ako attend ng fellowship. Baka mahawa ka lang sakin.&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alam ko medyo mababaw pero&lt;/em&gt; these words are enough for me to be happy..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya ng fellowship!! Super saya talaga!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112705088351549195?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112705088351549195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112705088351549195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/09/siya-at-ako.html' title='Siya at Ako'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112645141088101679</id><published>2005-09-11T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T08:10:10.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles and Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So many things happened..aLL of them made me smiLe and Laugh..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ihcihsuj&lt;/strong&gt; was there..in his usuaL cuteness..^blush^blush^..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A while ago, we celebrated &lt;strong&gt;Krizsa &lt;/strong&gt;s bday (Happy Birthday!!!). &lt;em&gt;Hehehe..ang saya namin sa arcade!! Ang sakit na naman ng mga kamay ko!! Tapos, nag-Dance Revo na may kamay pa kami ni Osan!! Aray, ang sakit ng mga braso ko!! Papayat ako nito eh!! Anyway, masay naman eh..pauLit-uLit kmi..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ay, before I forget, &lt;em&gt;may nangyari kay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Osan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; habang tumakbo kami&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nag-sumersault&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lng naman sya..teehee..n_n..Buti nga eh..waLang masyadong tao at tumawa Lng sya na parang nababaLiw..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehehe..nag-YM din kmi ni&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ihcihsuj&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;kanina..may sinend sya sakin kaso ayaw mabukas. Sayang! Nakakatuwa daw yun..&lt;/em&gt;oh weLL at least..we are now &lt;strong&gt;comfortabLe &lt;/strong&gt;with each other..we even &lt;strong&gt;text each other more often&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;em&gt;ibang klase tlga sya..ibang klase tlga ang nararamdaman ko pra sa kanya..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See? All I can do is to smile and laugh..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112645141088101679?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112645141088101679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112645141088101679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/09/smiles-and-laughs.html' title='Smiles and Laughs'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112632878706034042</id><published>2005-09-10T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:06:27.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Could Do is Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm supposed to post this last night, but unfortunately, I was really sleepy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, all I felt was &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;. I almost even cried because of it. We're &lt;strong&gt;officially friends again&lt;/strong&gt;. I&lt;strong&gt; was really touched how she was thankful to me for being there with her&lt;/strong&gt;. She thought that I was &lt;strong&gt;worrying about her that time&lt;/strong&gt;, and it is &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;. Her situation was quite critical, and I could not help but worry. She also told me to &lt;strong&gt;forget about what happened in the past&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;admitted her mistake&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I felt really happy. To tell you the truth, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; felt angry at her besides what she did to me. When I transferred, I realized &lt;strong&gt;she was one of the special people I miss so much&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I still treat her as my friend&lt;/strong&gt; during those days when I transferred. &lt;strong&gt;We have been friends for many years&lt;/strong&gt;. And now, &lt;strong&gt;she is back&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;The friend I have always known and always cared for&lt;/strong&gt;. She has &lt;strong&gt;only grown mature&lt;/strong&gt;, but still...&lt;strong&gt;she is always that friend I love since I started my Elementary years&lt;/strong&gt;..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayonara..n_n.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112632878706034042?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112632878706034042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112632878706034042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-i-could-do-is-smile.html' title='All I Could Do is Smile'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112566880977057928</id><published>2005-09-02T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T06:46:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hehehe..back again..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Juz wanna tel u that i had created a new fanfic in &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net&lt;/a&gt;, entitled -&lt;strong&gt;Love Takes Up the Glass of Time&lt;/strong&gt;-. Here, let me give u the summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He is already 25, a widower, a doctor, and a father of his one and only child (daughter). She is already 23, a widow, a teacher and a mother of her only child (son). Will love blossom again and bring back all the lovely memories? &lt;strong&gt;AthrunxCagalli One-shot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Obviously, this is another &lt;strong&gt;Gundam SEED/Destiny fanfic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Btw, if u have noticed something in my poems, well..plainly i am creating a series of them. These poems are created from feelings in everyday life, particularly love. Tell me what you think of my poems like if they need more improvement or they sound great -- juz tell ok. I am still working on my writing skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tnx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112566880977057928?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112566880977057928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112566880977057928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-post.html' title='Another Post'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112565992015734884</id><published>2005-09-02T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T04:18:40.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Wisdom Go Wisdom Go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wahoo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;First Quarterly Convocation&lt;/strong&gt; a while ago. All of us are nervous because the HS Convo is as more than just a program, but a &lt;strong&gt;CONTEST&lt;/strong&gt;. We were the fourth class to perform. Frankly, the presentations of the other classes were absolutely..&lt;strong&gt;BOOORRRIIINNNGGG!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone was nervous, but somehow I managed to cheer them out and tell them that &lt;strong&gt;WE CAN DO IT&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, we are finally called to perform. Everything went smoothly -- our dubbers were great (^claps her hands^ for &lt;strong&gt;Johanna&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Alto&lt;/strong&gt;), props were handled in good condition, the sound system was excellent (of course, it was supervised by &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;..n_n..), our dance numbers really got the audience's attention (especially when my classmates sang and danced -&lt;strong&gt;It's a Hard Knox Life&lt;/strong&gt;- with those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mini-skirts, knee-high socks, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; pigtails&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the girls, while the boys wore &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suspenders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that made them look like &lt;strong&gt;LITTLE&lt;/strong&gt; boys and girls, and of course, when &lt;strong&gt;Marc T.&lt;/strong&gt; sang -&lt;strong&gt;Liwanag sa Dilim&lt;/strong&gt;-) that made me think that we had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;highest score for the Audience Impact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and most of all, the superb acting done by &lt;strong&gt;Paul&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehe..si bida..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;Mariel&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NANAY!!!..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), and the rest of the actors. While waiting for the announcement of the results, it was time for the &lt;strong&gt;Awarding Ceremony&lt;/strong&gt;. Surprisingly, I was &lt;strong&gt;Best in Penmanship&lt;/strong&gt; (as usual..&lt;em&gt;kahit sa pagsusulat..&lt;strong&gt;napaka-meticulous&lt;/strong&gt; ko..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;) and..&lt;strong&gt;HONOR STUDENT&lt;/strong&gt;. I absolutely cannot believe that I had received two merit cards because I was &lt;strong&gt;hopeless to get to the Honor List&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, I was still happy because..&lt;strong&gt;I MADE IT&lt;/strong&gt;. But, I have to aim higher..being &lt;strong&gt;MOST OUTSTANDING STUDENT&lt;/strong&gt;..n_n.. Anyway, back to the contest, our principal is about to announce the results. -&lt;strong&gt;With an average score of 90.4, Second Place goes to..2..Wisdom!&lt;/strong&gt;- I cant believe my ears! We won 2nd place?!?! Johanna and I stood up and she is asking me if it is really true that we earned a place!! Waaahhh!! Then, to accept the plaque, is our director, &lt;strong&gt;Mariel&lt;/strong&gt; (who is also our &lt;strong&gt;director&lt;/strong&gt;..) along with &lt;strong&gt;our adviser, Ms. Abad&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;a couple of students, Johanna and Patty&lt;/strong&gt;. I really could not believe it!!! I feel so great because I had also contributed something to this presentation as &lt;strong&gt;one of the organizers&lt;/strong&gt; (hmm..somewhat &lt;strong&gt;Co-Director&lt;/strong&gt;..n_n..), &lt;strong&gt;Sound Tech Personnel&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Narrator&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There you have it folks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO WISDOM GO WISDOM GO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112565992015734884?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112565992015734884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112565992015734884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/09/go-wisdom-go-wisdom-go.html' title='Go Wisdom Go Wisdom Go!!!'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112556256107080855</id><published>2005-08-31T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:16:01.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDYAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wala ako masabi sa araw na ito kundi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN RIGHT MEDYAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naiinis ako!!! Naiinis talaga ako!!! Naiinis ako sa sarili ko!!! Gusto ko sumigaw!!!&lt;/em&gt; At this point, I’m absolutely full of hatred. &lt;em&gt;Ewan ko ba kung kalian naging maayos buhay ko.&lt;/em&gt; I think it was..&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I start my day great, then..&lt;strong&gt;BOOM!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I hate it!!! I want to throw something to relieve my anger! I want to hit something! AAAHHH..!!! My life is always a mess!!! &lt;strong&gt;MEDYAS, MEDYAS, MEDYAS, MEDYAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112556256107080855?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112556256107080855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112556256107080855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/08/medyas.html' title='MEDYAS!!!'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112529912718678200</id><published>2005-08-29T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:06:04.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life is Simply Wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry people if I havent blogged for days..Please bear with me..it's tough making it to the &lt;strong&gt;Honor List&lt;/strong&gt;..as well as fighting the battle of the ultimate factor..&lt;strong&gt;LAZINESS&lt;/strong&gt;..hehehe..n_n..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..what to type first? School, friends, home or church? Probably, school first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At school:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class is currently practicing our presentation for our &lt;strong&gt;First Quarterly Convocation to be held on Sept.2, Friday, at the SCS Villa Corrina campus, 8.30 in the morning&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Wow! Kumpleto yun ah!&lt;/em&gt;). We are really taking it seriously because our convocation is a contest. I have a role..&lt;strong&gt;Sound Tech Personnel&lt;/strong&gt; (yup..the one in charge of the music..). Anyway, Mariel might give me another role..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, &lt;strong&gt;Osan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Krizsa&lt;/strong&gt;, and I celebrated &lt;strong&gt;Osan's birthday&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, Mrs. Yoh Asakura!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). We went to &lt;strong&gt;SM Megamall&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha..wala kaming ginawa dun kundi mag-arcade ng mag-arcade (ang sakit ng kamay ko dhil sa &lt;strong&gt;Time Crisis&lt;/strong&gt;!), &lt;strong&gt;Comic Alley&lt;/strong&gt;, tpos kumain kami, and then nanood ng &lt;strong&gt;Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants&lt;/strong&gt; (ang ganda ng movie! Very inspiring tlga..n_n..).&lt;/em&gt; When we got to the house (Osan's), we decided to watch the &lt;strong&gt;TV special of Shaman King&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Hehehe..&lt;strong&gt;funga fufu funga fufu&lt;/strong&gt;..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;). After that we watched &lt;strong&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Hehehe..ang cute ng movie! Ang gulo!..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;) Nanood din kmi ng &lt;strong&gt;OVA ng Kenshin&lt;/strong&gt; pero kinlahati lng namin kc lhat kmi ay inaantok na kami especially si &lt;strong&gt;Krizsa&lt;/strong&gt;. Hindi kmi natulog kaagad – daldalan, cell phone-cell phone, and kinig-kinig sa music muna kami. We slept at&lt;br /&gt;(I think) &lt;strong&gt;3am&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehehe..new world record for me! &lt;strong&gt;The latest time I slept in my life&lt;/strong&gt;! Bwahahaha..n_n..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Church:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of the most unforgettable days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;strong&gt;Sunday School&lt;/strong&gt; was going on and our teacher was giving instructions, I looked at the door hoping that &lt;strong&gt;my Kira&lt;/strong&gt; would attend. Then, &lt;em&gt;nagtaka ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isip ko: Bakit may ulo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door opened, I was surprised to see him, &lt;strong&gt;my Kira&lt;/strong&gt;! Then, I slowly looked away. I had this cheeky smile on my face. It grew even bigger when my friends shot a look of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ui..kinikilig sya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. While he was saying the answers of his group, I was completely mesmerized by his voice. &lt;em&gt;Shocks! Ang gwapo tlga ng boses nya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sunday School, we started to talk to him. &lt;strong&gt;Funny, I didnt feel even a bit nervous&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Pakiramdam ko tlga ang gaan-gaan ng pakiramdam ko&lt;/em&gt;. He s great to talk to. ^smile^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking to &lt;strong&gt;McDo&lt;/strong&gt; (Osan and Krizsa are so hungry, while I..lost my appetite), Krizsa told me that while I was reciting the answers of my group, &lt;strong&gt;my Kira&lt;/strong&gt; was looking and laughing at me. He was laughing because I had such &lt;strong&gt;LLLOOONNNGGG&lt;/strong&gt; answers. Bwahahaha..n_n..It is already natural to me to have long answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At home&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? &lt;em&gt;Nag-YM kami&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha..n_n..Unexpected tlga yun! Ang saya ng usapan namin..kwento tungkol sa kanya, tungkol sakin, at marami pang iba&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;We started chatting between 5-6pm then ended at 8 or past 8&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Haba noh?&lt;/em&gt;). Anyway, &lt;em&gt;ibang klase tlga sya ang bait-bait&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is simply wonderful, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you want to know the whole story of any of the topics (particularly the church thing and home thing), &lt;em&gt;usap nlng tayo&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Hehehe..n_n..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112529912718678200?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112529912718678200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112529912718678200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-life-is-simply-wonderful.html' title='My Life is Simply Wonderful'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112437227967736932</id><published>2005-08-18T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T06:37:59.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haii..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haii..buhay nga naman..ang hirap talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, all I can say is a sigh. Ouch! My head still hurts because of all the exams I took, plus, my body really wants to sleep the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our examination week is over! Gosh, I’m so tired! (I’ve been actually cramming, but it isn’t only me! Also my classmates! Haii..) Anyway, almost all of the exams were difficult (especially the damn A.P. and Health test! Grr…^smoke comes out of the ears and nose^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alter-ego: Hmm…funny sight!!! Hahaha…n_n..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Me: Oh shut up! It was really difficult!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit the fact I really studied, but I don’t know, I guess my best isn’t good enough. I even doubt it if I can make it to the Honor List. &lt;em&gt;Haii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the bright side, I got only four mistakes in our Grammar exam (That probably makes me the highest! Yehey!) and if I’m not mistaken, three wrong answers in T.H.E.!!! LOL…not bad isn’t it? Hehehe..n_n..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the other tests, Filipino was easy although I didn’t answer one question there (Honestly, I forgot the answer. T_T). Literature, well…I’m having doubts. Probably I’ll get an 85+ (Yeah…most likely.). A.P., it’s a secret (No way! I’m not going to tell it yet.). Algebra 2, well…all I can say is I passed. Health, no way! Journalism, I somehow answered most of the questions…Biology…waaahhh!!! If I managed to perfect the Mid-Quarter Exam, did I do it in the Quarterly exams a while ago? Aaahhh!!! But no way, I already found out that I have two incorrect answers. &lt;em&gt;Haii…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know if I’ll be one of the students included in the Top 10. &lt;em&gt;Haii…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayonara..n_n.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chapter 7 of my fanfic, “Destined to Be”, has already been updated. To read and review, go to &lt;strong&gt;LINKS &lt;/strong&gt;and select either the &lt;strong&gt;PERMANENT LINK&lt;/strong&gt; or the &lt;strong&gt;EASY LINK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112437227967736932?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112437227967736932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112437227967736932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/08/haii.html' title='Haii..'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12754210.post-112402047138514887</id><published>2005-08-14T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T04:54:31.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadyang Magulo Ang Buhay [in fairness..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah..sadyang magulo tlga ang buhay..khit ako n0h?!?! Yung environment kc eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A while ago..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;something happened in church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..I dont want to tell the details..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;baka kc magkaroon ng &lt;u&gt;issue&lt;/u&gt; eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Honestly, I hndi ako yung tipong tao na nakikisama sa gulo..its juz not my nature and on the other side baka ako pa ang mukhang kontrabida but there are limitations. If theres an issue about me that is sooo negative and it reaches to other people [especially to him..]..iLL juz shut up..anyway there are more people who know the truth..n_n..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway..ayokong ikuwento what happened a while ago..sabi ko nga ayoko magkaroon ng issue and most of all..&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayoko may madamay na ibang tao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayonara..n_n..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has relieved the tension I felt a while ago..even though I juz had a glimpse of him..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tnx..n_n..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hehehe..kasama ako dun sa rehersal for the play/skit [whatever..] for the Youth Fellowship..Hmm..is this the launch of my acting career?Hahahahaha..joke lang..n_n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12754210-112402047138514887?l=tokenofwater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112402047138514887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12754210/posts/default/112402047138514887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tokenofwater.blogspot.com/2005/08/sadyang-magulo-ang-buhay-in-fairness.html' title='Sadyang Magulo Ang Buhay [in fairness..]'/><author><name>Cheska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06937244464061244622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
