<?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-876870897201412821</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:51:36.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Divine Tragedy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5850891835584591657</id><published>2009-03-13T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:10:09.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: My Own Worst Enemy - Stereophonics]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Cloudy yet Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Thirsty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agit Lords (and my Finals) are coming up real soon, and I'm not ready for the finals. I'm guessing I'll just become moral support for them because my dancer just turned into a gypsy recently and her level's back to 73. Arrow Vulcan is such a fun skill to have, and whenever I'm blessed with Blessing (level 10 perhaps), I become a no-cast character XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt two wisdom teeth poke out the other day, and I'm worried what will happen. Will it be painful? Will I get sick? Do I have to get these taken out? I know I shouldn't be such a sissy but as a kid I didn't really want to have extra molars. Oh well, I'm going to the dentist after school and I hope it'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month from now, after Holy Week, I'll be going to Davao with my parents (and maybe Daryl). I'm really excited because I've never been to Mindanao before. I checked it out on the internet and apparently Davao has a lot of recognition, so there. I have friends over there as well so I can't wait to meet them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-5850891835584591657?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5850891835584591657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5850891835584591657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5850891835584591657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5850891835584591657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2009/03/wisdom-teeth.html' title='Wisdom Teeth'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-3834849322992367854</id><published>2009-01-11T08:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:36:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: Dig ~ Incubus]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Cloudy, Cold, Gloomy, Me Likey]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Sick as HELL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've had my fair share of forum uhh.. misunderstandings and I don't want another one. I'm not a bot person, and I wouldn't really want to try it. It's being unfair to regular players (I'm siding with the humans this time) who spend too much time in front of the computer just to get a level 99 trans without cheating. (Have to admit I'm too lazy to level up right now so I just hang out somewhere in Southwest Prontera or Geffen East). I'm sieging for Justice (because I am part of Justice Manila after all) and Gatecrashers (Ralph's fault, but they're really nice people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last Wednesday was a really fun siege, where we (at least some of us) used Ventrilo while sieging. Sadly, I wasn't online for half the whole siege because of the stupid lag and failed to connect errors. I took some screenshots of the siege as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Btw, it was Matt's birthday yesterday :P He gave me 250k + Sorin last Friday for guessing when his bday was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SCREENIES OF JAN. 7, 2009 SIEGE:&lt;br /&gt;Our allies helping us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;amp;current=screenValhalla210.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/screenValhalla210.jpg" alt="Friends and Allies 2" width="240" border="0" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;amp;current=screenValhalla211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/screenValhalla211.jpg" alt="Friends and Allies 1" width="240" border="0" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;amp;current=screenValhalla213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/screenValhalla213.jpg" alt="Friends and Allies" width="240" border="0" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LOOK! TWINS!!:&lt;br /&gt;Xienelle and I :P Meow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;amp;current=screenValhalla229.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/screenValhalla229.jpg" alt="Twins!!" width="240" border="0" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT GIVES ME 250K + SORIN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;amp;current=screenValhalla227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/screenValhalla227.jpg" alt="Matt Gives Me 250k + Sorin" width="240" border="0" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, last Friday was a really fun day for me. I was able to meet up with the team (too bad Jro, Kuya Noel, and Aurick wasn't there). I also met Seph's girlfriend (who I must say is really pretty in person). I wonder if many people know about this already, but Team Garou already has a Friendster and a Multiply. You should visit if you have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PIC C/O MY TEAMMATES!! (THERE'S MORE IN THE TEAM FRIENDSTER/MULTIPLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/69/09/92359096/1_289143871l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/69/09/92359096/1_289143871l.jpg" width="240" border="0" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamgarou.multiply.com/" target=_blank&gt;http://teamgarou.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/teamgarou" target=_blank&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/teamgarou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be project head for my org's valentine's event, so watch out for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I must remember to do that reaction paper for Physics class (about Al Gore's movie about global warming, raised a lot of points for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go fix up 'cause it's a Sunday and it's my tita's birthday today (well she's my mom's best friend) so we're all going to Alabang to celebrate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-3834849322992367854?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3834849322992367854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=3834849322992367854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3834849322992367854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3834849322992367854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-work.html' title='Back To Work'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-8057734855595875589</id><published>2008-11-22T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:51:12.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Turns Itself On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Psychosocial ~ Slipknot]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Warm as hell]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Freaked Out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The weirdest thing happened just now. The TV turned itself on. Is that weird or what? I don't want to think that some invisible force turned it on, since I might not have the strength to get out of my bed at night and get something from the kitchen. Yeah, I'm such as scaredycat. Well, so is the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I just remembered why I hated public transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get all sweaty and I have to wait a long line (MRT)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dust and smoke (automobile smoke and second hand smoke) gets on my face (Yeah, well, if you think about it, dust is bad. I'm not being OC or anything, but dust can clog up your pores and give you pimples. Not to mention it could get to your lungs and damage it big time.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who commute are more prone to losing stuff (happened to me, happened to my dad, could've happened to you too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can sometimes smell other people (it would be a good thing if they smelled nice though but I'm not so lucky. Either they didn't put deodorant on or they took a perfume bath)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you get to your destination most likely you'd look all crappy (and sometimes smell crappy too). If you're going home, at least you could take a two-hour bath.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're unlucky enough, you'd have to walk on an overpass. I simply hate the stairs since I'm afraid of heights (I'm not exaggerating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sorry if I'm bitching around like this, it's just that public transpo is getting on my nerves already. I wish that things would be a lot easier already. If gas prices were like around 30 flat, my dad might let me drive to school so that I don't have to have a hard time with commuting. Yeah, commuting can be fun, but it becomes a chore when you do it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-8057734855595875589?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8057734855595875589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=8057734855595875589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8057734855595875589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8057734855595875589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2008/11/tv-turns-itself-on.html' title='TV Turns Itself On'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-6485334454543154998</id><published>2008-10-23T08:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:58:35.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semestral Break '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: Ragnarok Online - Title]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Slightly Warm]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: :| ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's so sad because my parents won't let me go out to SM Megamall by myself so I can't practice Akina. Maybe they will let me next week, when I have an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I tried RO again, and it has changed a lot. New maps everywhere, and I'm so overwhelmed because I don't know where to train or anything. And what else, there's even a Free To Play server now. So it's like RAN in terms of buying stuff. Well it occurs at least in the servers Valhalla and Valkyrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's a bit annoying when I can't go online because it's almost always so full. I always get the failed to connect server thing, and there's a bug with Vista that sometimes when I type the password, the keyboard and my built-in cursor thing suddenly malfunctions and then I have to restart the computer. I always hear the logon screen BGM because of the connectivity issues. Why don't you listen to it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="92"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kTDqXThyOF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kTDqXThyOF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="92"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The guild I joined, named Justice, is actually a fun batch. Just yesterday I had my first siege ever. I wasn't able to get screenshots while we were defending, but I doubt that anyone can get through more than 30 people defending the front huh XD Sadly, no big group attempted to attack and everyone was just chatting, buffing, and setting traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK TO FULL VIEW PHOTOS&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;current=screenValhalla001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/screenValhalla001.jpg" border="0" alt="AFTER THE SIEGE" height="180" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;AFTER THE SIEGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;current=screenValhalla000.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/screenValhalla000.jpg" border="0" alt="PEOPLE WERE LEAVING THE AGIT" height="180" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;PEOPLE WERE LEAVING THE AGIT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By the way, I chose to create a character named Jura_Elden in memory of my previous &lt;u&gt;(Really never knew what build she was)&lt;/u&gt; knight Jura Elden in Iris server. Thanks to nice people in the guild, I was boosted to my early 50's (level ah, not age) which would have taken me N months if I did that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In any case, I still miss team Garou, and too bad since there will be a team day tomorrow but I can't go because IT'S THE BIG &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:hotpink;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt; TOMORROW XD Oh and I heard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf43s6bF-GU" target="_blank"&gt;Momo's back in town&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Phew, I barely passed my subjects. I hope I don't get kicked out O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-6485334454543154998?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6485334454543154998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=6485334454543154998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6485334454543154998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6485334454543154998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2008/10/semestral-break-08.html' title='Semestral Break &apos;08'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-1302713100933945130</id><published>2008-05-30T14:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:39:47.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck Magnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: Mr. Brightside ~ The Killers]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Scorching Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Scorching Hot (just kidding!)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spreadfirefox.com/node&amp;id=225875&amp;t=264"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Download Day" title="Download Day" src="http://www.spreadfirefox.com/sites/all/themes/spreadfirefox_RCS/images/download-day/buttons/en-US/dday_badge_fox.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First things first, I'd like to endorse a world record attempt for the most downloads (of a single software) in 24 hours. Mozilla is releasing a new version of Firefox, known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firefox 3&lt;/span&gt; (Simple name, yet functional). I'm not sure when Download Day is yet, but I've pledged and so should you =P I hope there will be many supporters in this attempt to get into the Guinness Book of World Records. The plus side is, Firefox 3 has a lot of great features in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I haven't updated in ages, and let me give a summary of some of the key points in my life probably worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, May 29, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Full Tuned&lt;/u&gt; my AE86 Trueno, and my new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lake Akina CCW &lt;/span&gt;time is now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2'44"806&lt;/span&gt;. Sensei told me that I will begin my Akina Training (the REAL training) whenever the next training session will be. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*Note to self: I owe Gav 9 tokens. And I utterly despise the downsides of public transportation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, May 25, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went to the Cosplay.ph 4th Anniversary Luau Party in Regalia Towers, and volunteered as a part of the Reception committee under Mauie, who is now Cosplay.ph forum's new moderator. I had lots of fun, and I also got to go swimming. (Took me 2 hours to go home and back again just for my swimsuit =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, May 24, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Neko and I had a date last Saturday (May 24) at Italiannis, and we met up with Garou afterwards to watch the Lateral D Championships. Gav (Garou Name: WYVERN) is now a graduate of the Cub Club and is part of the official Garou lineup. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti pa sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Tomorrow, Saturday, May 31, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will be going to the Mangaholix convention at SMX Center (Beside SM Mall of Asia). I will be cosplaying with the Bleach Group as a Menos Grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.avatarist.com/avatars/Anime/Bleach/Ichigo-hollow-cartoon.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the tall ghost/wraith at the right, and Menos Grandes don't really have feet. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh, and please support the Anti Chane Terror Squad, which as the name suggest, is a movement against chaneros who cosplay just for the girls. I'll update this some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-1302713100933945130?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1302713100933945130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=1302713100933945130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1302713100933945130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1302713100933945130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-luck-magnet.html' title='Bad Luck Magnet'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-3880014809101016824</id><published>2008-05-03T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T12:44:56.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Watching: The Animatrix]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Really Really Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: =( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't have a schedule this summer, and I doubt that job thing will push through any more. I'm having the worst money problem in my life, and my dad doesn't really care. In fact, he hates it whenever I leave the house, so I'm guessing I won't be going anywhere today. I do hope I'll be able to leave today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But my brother's going here to do something (I don't know and I don't care) and that's my dad's reason why nobody should leave the house today. What a silly reason. I don't really have anything to do with my brother passing by the house since I wasn't informed of anything beforehand anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You know what sucks? It really sucks when I say something and it just happens to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sablay&lt;/span&gt;. Yup, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sablay.&lt;/span&gt; That happens a lot. I've been very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sablay&lt;/span&gt; lately, in real life, but mostly online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By the way, I just remembered that Hazel, my friend from school, is inviting me to go with her to the Meg Face Search 2008 Go-See next week. I'm cool with it, I mean I've gone to the last one, and I'm pretty much jaded with rejection anyway. I think it's gonna be fun nevertheless. Damn I don't have anything to wear! I hope I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sablay &lt;/span&gt;with this one at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I might go to SM Megamall on Monday. It's really important that I go. I hope my dad doesn't interfere, he just doesn't know what I'm going through, he doesn't understand. He knows I have a team, but that's probably it. He doesn't care much, and I guess he doubts I'm taking it seriously. Well I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday, we went to the park. I've been biking for around an hour before I got exhausted. I saw this engrish thing over there at the Quezon City Memorial Circle, and I'm showing it to you. Guess what word should be inserted there instead of FELLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;current=P5010004.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/th_P5010004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-3880014809101016824?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3880014809101016824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=3880014809101016824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3880014809101016824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3880014809101016824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2008/05/fail.html' title='FAIL'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-2633869051997092816</id><published>2008-05-01T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:22:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: O2 ~ Orange Range]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Extremely Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Contented]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I played at SM Megamall earlier with Gav and Chris, bought wig spray and CD-R's, and went home around 6. I got my time to go down (Lake Akina CCW) by around 1/10th of a second, and I'm officially in 1.5 mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want to congratulate "sempai" Kev/Lion because he's now a cub graduate and a part of the official Garou lineup. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamaw AMP!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I'm going to work very hard so I'll be able to graduate too! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ate Bea told me about a photoshoot, and I'm all for it. Now if only I could get the details. The Yuti Cosplay Group hired me to be a Menos Grande =) Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I updated my time at the Initial D Net Rankings, something funny came up. I have pics, just check the links below. Oh and I'm currently wearing my purple wig, I have a pic as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In any case, I should go to bed. My dad forced Daryl and I to go to the park (Quezon City Memorial Circle )tomorrow morning because he thinks we need exercise. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;current=Image000.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/th_Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;current=number1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/th_number1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/?action=view&amp;current=6n2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/th_6n2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-2633869051997092816?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2633869051997092816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=2633869051997092816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2633869051997092816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2633869051997092816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2008/05/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5103466154417974497</id><published>2008-04-29T22:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:25:23.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: Extraordinary ~ Mandy Moore]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Hot, Not Cloudy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Surprisingly Optimistic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;April 4, 2008. That morning, I bade farewell (for now) to Neko who was going to the United States (and Canada). I left around lunch time because Garou was hanging out at SM Megamall. That afternoon, I finally created my card. I was reborn into the cub called Swan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My home course (for now) became Akina, though I have to train at Akina Lake first. I fell in love with the course in no time, and it felt like a dance. Everything had to be perfect. There were times when I made a mistake in the shifting (some even before the first minor turn) and I forced quit because of that. Then one day while I was training, Kevin (LION) suddenly thought of the name "Swan Lake". Sensei liked the idea and proposed that Akina Lake be one of my primary courses. I was actually thrilled =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It seems to go uphill from here. Neko's coming back on Sunday, I got my time to go down (Akina Lake CCW) by at least half a second at 2'47"625'", and I'm just damn optimistic. IDAS v4.1.5 is coming very soon (either this week or next week) and there will be no more Penalty Cancel. I've been trained only on Akina Lake so there won't be much of a problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I also cosplayed Athena Asamiya during Ozinefest first day and the Tokyo Tokyo Mall Raid last Saturday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height=180 width=240&gt;&lt;param allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-HQN44VfFk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-HQN44VfFk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height=180 width=240&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;..and now I'm ready to be.. extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-5103466154417974497?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5103466154417974497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5103466154417974497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5103466154417974497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5103466154417974497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-vita-nuova.html' title='A Whole New World'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-6474845461662723695</id><published>2008-04-04T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:49:43.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neko?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: Shissou ~ Last Alliance]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: =( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nicco and his family left for California around 12 hours ago. Time began to move slower than usual when he left. I went to SM Megamall after lunch and I saw people playing Initial D in World of Fun (an arcade at the basement part of SM Megamall)  so I went to hang out with them for some time. I went to play as well, but then I'm not as good as I used to be (which was really bad as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My OS (Windows Vista) crashed earlier, when I tried dual booting the system with Ubuntu. I was just about to fix the partition by changing advanced options in the system but when I restarted, things went wrong. I was panicking like hell. Good thing when I went home the OS fixed itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I rode a bus from SM Megamall to Muñoz for a change. From there, I rode a jeepney from Muñoz to a nearer side of the street I live in (compared to the route I usually take, which makes me ride two jeepneys), and then walked from there to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ozinefest will be starting soon, and I've been busy fixing the costumes all night long. I got my costume a few days ago (Tuesday if I'm not mistaken) but I only realized the mistakes just now. The zipper at the back made the back part of my blouse create a hump. I'll be Athena Asamiya the hunchback tomorrow lest I do something about that. I wasn't able to add detail into the boot covers yet, and I'm not sure on how to wear the wig. I'm used to cramming, but not when it comes to cosplay. I am so doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Things would be better if Nicco was still here. But then, he should also enjoy his vacation over there. =) (Don't worry babe, I'm gonna be alright)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-6474845461662723695?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6474845461662723695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=6474845461662723695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6474845461662723695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6474845461662723695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2008/04/neko.html' title='Neko?'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-3693364684556320438</id><published>2008-03-22T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:54:43.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: Ave Maria ~ La Corda D'Oro]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Warm]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: What Do You Think?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The fact that I don't get invited to places means a single thing. It just means that I don't really have close friends like typical people. Emo much? Yeah, that's me. I know for one that I'm emo because of the fact that I get ignored a lot, not just with high school. I thought that things would change in college, but then I realized that it's actually the same in a way. I wonder if the same thing will happen when I graduate and have work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was never sociable, maybe that's why I'm having doubts about my debut even when some of it has already been planned out. I always wanted to have a debut where 250 people would actually go because they want to. It's just impossible now, because well, I don't have that many people who really care what I do with my life. Let me reiterate the fact that I've not been invited to many debuts. That's how unimportant I am to people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I remember the times where I'd be riding an airplane. While up there in the sky, I could see nothing but clouds below. When we get closer to the ground, I can see the small buildings and moving cars down below. When it's dark, I also see so many lights. What a beautiful but sad reminder that I'm just one of those little specks on the ground, just like so many people around the world. Even when I'm around just a few people I get ignored, let alone around the world population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I really want an explanation why things are like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-3693364684556320438?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3693364684556320438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=3693364684556320438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3693364684556320438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3693364684556320438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2008/03/action-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='Ignorable'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-2221331882121455426</id><published>2008-01-01T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:41:36.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauspicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: Listen ~ Beyonce Knowles]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Hot Outside]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: I'm screaming, what do you think?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Most people were making recaps of the year and reflecting on things while I was screaming my lungs out, trying to get rid of the foolish things in my head. I'm not exaggerating, I really was throwing tantrums last night because I couldn't find any better way to just let loose. I was playing RAN Online and my shaman, Shinigami-X turned level 97 at last. I played O2Jam and miyuhiwatari turned level 42. It didn't really help me much because of the lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My sister and Daryl just had to go to Rizal and spend New Year there. I really wanted to go to Eastwood for the party and the fireworks but my stupid parents would NEVER allow me anyway after the last party during the semestral break. When I thought it was already the time of the year where I could have a drink with my parents, my dad just had to take out a bottle of sparkling non-alcoholic apple cider. Crappy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My bed is stuck in such a way that I'm facing south. People born in the year of the horse are supposed to have the worst luck this year, and one cure is NOT TO FACE SOUTH. How can I not face south if my bed is stuck that way? My mom won't let me sleep anywhere else. I won't be able to live like this any longer. Maybe that's why 'queridas' are lurking around in the shadows, feeding on my emotions, and other people are making sure that I will have bad luck and I can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is just great. I started with year with a grudge, and I'll stay unlucky the rest of the year as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-2221331882121455426?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2221331882121455426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=2221331882121455426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2221331882121455426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2221331882121455426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2008/01/inauspicious.html' title='Inauspicious'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-1085542582501439928</id><published>2007-12-24T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T11:40:04.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: Guillotine ~ Urbandub]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Perfectly Normal]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Apathetic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was playing RAN this morning up until around 4pm, and I've noticed something so obvious yet I can't seem to stop scorning it. 'It' refers to the word I bet most of (Filipino) online gamers hate: "ASA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Asa" kind of translates to "you wish" or "keep dreaming/hoping". I've found this word quite annoying and I've had genocidal thoughts about wiping out the unruly and uncivilized players off the face of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This morning, I was training at MP Hole (Fury [2]) when I died. Unfortunately, my ring fell, and some biatch or manbiatch took it and when I asked for it, he/she just said "asa" and started leveling up again. It saddens me to think that things are also like this in the 'real world'. People like those really make me angry and I could just imagine them in real life as high school dropouts and substance abusers who try to let off some steam by annoying other players. I know for a fact that my thought of them is just a fantasy, but then by the way they're acting, it's as if they want others to believe they really are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't blame those model-type beauties who pretend to play online games to keep pretending. I'm sure some of them feel the same way when they think that it's useless to try to make friends or have a meaningful conversation with a looter, 'sawsaw' / kill stealer, or a potty mouth (online of course). I'm not saying I'm one of them, but other people apart from those ladies might also feel the same way and not play at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went to Angeli's house after playing RAN for more than 7 hours straight. I just chilled at her place, and we joined the fiesta after a while. Klawit Street sure is lively and community-oriented. Her cousin got us to watch some documentation named "Zeitgeist" and it kind of made sense. The ideology presented in the video looked full of meaning at first but I guess I found something to think about in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The idea in the film was that there are conspiracies everywhere so that someone will be able to manipulate the people through their thoughts and emotions. I've never seen/watched/heard a conspiracy theory so well thought of. Angeli's cousin's idea on the other hand is quite the same thing, but he focused on the fact that there is a reason for everything, and even emotions can be explained by logic and science. I don't remember if he also said something about religion. It was supposedly only there to keep other people's hopes up or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My idea now is that all of the above may be true, but what good is seeing the logic in everything if everything feels like nothing? Those emotion-inducing chemicals in my brain were there for a reason: to make me feel good. For me, nothing beats trying to live life as if it were a fantasy. Being logical is important but there are some things that beat logic, and it's what gives our lives meaning. No matter how senseless our purpose in life may be, we all have the right to live like we want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xKES-SKxPa/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xKES-SKxPa/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-1085542582501439928?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1085542582501439928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=1085542582501439928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1085542582501439928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1085542582501439928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/12/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-1520223672784045922</id><published>2007-12-09T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:36:37.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To: All The Small Things ~ Blink 182]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Drizzling]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Mixed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've been busy with school again, and things have become more hectic because of the projects. I have a lot due on Tuesday, and I have a long quiz on Calculus tomorrow morning. I have the 2008 Starbucks planner, and it proved to be helpful when a classmate of mine asked me what the assignment was. Good thing this will be the last week, and there will be a university-wide sportsfest on Friday. Isn't it great? The good news is that there will be no classes, even if I have to go to school. I've been signed up to Ultimate Frisbee for the Red team, and I have no idea who the hell my teammates are. I should have signed up for the White team instead, because I have blockmates over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was with C. Cat last night at Lance's brother's debut (15th birthday, 16th traditionally). Anyway, last night was great. Now if only my parents let me out more often and would stop worrying about me so much. I'm safe anyway, they're overdoing the parenting thing by waiting for me until the party's over. It's a bit annoying to think that your parents are somewhere in the vicinity, guarding you. In any case, at least I got to go out that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've finished watching Hwang Jin Yi, and I was able to watch Memories of Nobody (Bleach Movie) as well. I need a new interesting show to watch. Any ideas? Or maybe I should just stick to being bored so I could push myself to study more. Oh well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;konting tiis nalang bago mag Christmas Break!&lt;/span&gt; (Hang on a bit more, it's almost Christmas Break!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-1520223672784045922?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1520223672784045922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=1520223672784045922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1520223672784045922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1520223672784045922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/12/bohahahaha.html' title='Bohahahaha'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-1067028679592449068</id><published>2007-11-19T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:34:12.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Lousy Christmas Songs]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Drizzly]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Grouchy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Try taking a Northbound MRT ride from at least Shaw during rush hour. Hell on Earth. I want to move out and live somewhere nearer to school ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I really feel like crap today. This morning I had a long quiz in Calculus. I'll be having lots of those throughout the semester. I thought my morning was horrible. Spending my 3 hour break with C. Cat was nice. But then, things got really messed up during the MRT ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I really don't want to live in Cubao. My parents, Daryl, and I went to some condominium project thing yesterday. I think it's nice, but it would be really inconvenient for me if they canceled GA and got a studio room for me there instead. Even if it's very accessible and near a lot of places, I would really have a hard time. Think about riding the MRT home from UA&amp;amp;P to Cubao everyday during rush hour. I think GA would be better for me because I'd be nearer to my school, and the MRT ride isn't so damn crowded, at least not like the Northbound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I rode the MRT to Boni and switched platforms there, since Shaw was too crowded. I really would rather live without a swimming pool in GA than endure the Northbound MRT all the way to Cubao from Shaw everyday. Just my two cents, I really think I'd be better off living during the weekdays near school. I could go home to Banawe during the weekends. I don't think it would be that bad to live alone. I want to know how it's like to live on my own. It might even do me some good, since the extra "quiet" would get me to study more. My family could also save lots on gas money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went to Patio Ibarra after my parents fetched me from the MRT station. There was a taping of some talk show over there, and I really wanted to go home. I'm glad I didn't, since I saw that they had a pasta bar in the debut package. It's a bit small, but I think it's quite nice. Now I wish my mom would agree to the black and white motif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-1067028679592449068?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1067028679592449068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=1067028679592449068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1067028679592449068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1067028679592449068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/11/feels-like-crap.html' title='Feels Like Crap'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-7288664822606532391</id><published>2007-10-25T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T07:45:21.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music: Balisong ~ Rivermaya]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Cloudy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: *blush*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Many things happened yesterday. All I could say is, "I'm happy. Very happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've been wondering what laptop to buy. I mean, it's my chance to buy a laptop, but it's just so hard to choose. My dad told me he'd buy me a laptop so I could avoid those late nights on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I chose from some popular-ish laptop brands, namely Apple, Acer, Toshiba, wait I think those were the only ones I kinda chose from. Anyway, I think I might get a Portege M600-E310. The specs looked great and there's even a fingerprint scanner. It's rather small, which is good, since I would most likely be bringing it to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maybe it's a necessity for college students to have laptops, but many graduate without one. Call it a luxury, call it unnecessary, I'm getting a laptop anyway. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today is Isay's birthday, so I have to fix up pa for the celebration a lil later, since it's in the morning, and I still have work in the afternoon. Happy birthday Isay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-7288664822606532391?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7288664822606532391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=7288664822606532391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7288664822606532391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7288664822606532391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/10/laptop.html' title='Laptop'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-92226093428633706</id><published>2007-10-23T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:15:03.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Bitch From Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music: Ojos Asi / Eyes Like Yours ~ Shakira]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather: Rainy, Not Very Windy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood: Melancholic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's raining outside, and I feel like I'm too lazy to get out of bed. I don't feel so good lately, and I think I'm going to have a fever soon or something like that. I have a slight cold and a sometimes sore throat, so I take at least two cups of tea a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I started my part-time job at Charms and Crystals last week, and I've been practicing Initial D more often. I haven't been to SM Megamall in a while, but it's as if I'm at SM North at least thrice a week. I was there yesterday and the day before. I think I should go to Megamall tomorrow and see what's it like over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Have you heard about the explosion at Glorietta 2? Well, I watched a movie with a friend at Glorietta 4 the day before the explosion and well, I was like so disappointed because I really wanted to go shopping that day but I didn't have enough time. Oh well, that's life. I just hope what happened wasn't a conspiracy, because I wouldn't want to think of the victims of this tragedy being offered to a ridiculous cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In any case, I've been on Manual Transmission lately, and I think I've quite gotten the hang of it already. I was quite surprised when I beat my record time at Irohazaka, from 2'56"xxx'" to 2'55"xxx'". I do hope I'll be able to improve more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I should fix up soon after I eat breakfast. I have to go to the store early because I'll be going to SM Mall of Asia to watch the Miss Earth contestants have their photoshoot over there. Maybe I could sneak in a few games of Initial D there too, if I had the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh sh*t, Daryl might delete some of my photos. I should've kept my memory card, I forgot to take it out of the digital camera. Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-92226093428633706?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/92226093428633706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=92226093428633706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/92226093428633706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/92226093428633706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/10/music-ojos-asi-eyes-like-yours-shakira.html' title='Psycho Bitch From Hell'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-7541985413391550789</id><published>2007-10-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:34:19.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Music: None]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Weather: So-so]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Mood: Err...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I must be psychic haha I expected to fail FIL101 and I did XD My teacher confirmed it with me just now over YM. In any case, I'll be taking it again either next sem or next year. Que sera sera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's C. Cat's 2nd (or 3rd) day in Singapore, and I've received news about Singapore being super clean. I wish I could've gone too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went to SM North kanina to play Initial D, because Ralph, team leader of Evo Gundan.GxR (my team), told us to go. The tourney didn't really push through, I guess. Anyway, looks like Daryl's going to be an asset for the team, since he's become such a fast learner. It was my first time playing in Tsukuba, and my first time to have a battle (because Ralph told me to).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've been playing Pokemon Gold on VBA (emulator) since the other day, and I've just gone to the Lake of Rampage part. I also gave Amphy (lighthouse pokemon) the medicine, and I have to level up my Pokemon and defeat Jasmine (her Steelix is killing me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-7541985413391550789?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7541985413391550789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=7541985413391550789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7541985413391550789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7541985413391550789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahahaha.html' title='Ahahaha'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-619521049803582195</id><published>2007-10-04T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T02:56:58.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Clock Ticking]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Rainy?]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : I Feel Like Throwing Up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's already around 3 in the morning, and I haven't done a single thing with my Fil presentation yet. In short, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lagot ako kay Ginoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At least I'm done with my Position Paper in English, even if it's just crap (I didn't get to research!) and I haven't even made an outline before that. At least the sem's almost over. I can't wait 'til sembreak. I want to just laze around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I took a double dosage of my meds kanina to keep me awake, but damn I feel sick like I have a fever or something. My grandma just went out of her room to tell me to go to bed. As much as I'd like to, I still have something to do! Plus, I won't be sleeping anymore. My dad woke up and I had to tell him that I already took a nap. Oh man, I'm going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Banawe is such a silent street at night, rather in the early morning. I do hope I'll be able to start on this presentation, I don't want to fail FIL101 =( I did quite a lot of things for this subject I don't want all of that to go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-619521049803582195?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/619521049803582195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=619521049803582195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/619521049803582195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/619521049803582195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/10/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-1095401534671594720</id><published>2007-09-13T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:12:15.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMPTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Who am I kidding? He was never there. There's no more reason for me to smile. He was my last inspiration. Now that he's gone, I'm not sure if I can go on living like this. It feels so empty. Looking back at those happy days, I now realized that they were all just lies. The Realist told me that migrating won't change things. Now looking at the days ahead, I only see myself in sorrow as long as he's not by my side. I can only see a useless me roaming around aimlessly in a prison we call reality (reality is he's gone now). I bet if he just died instead of him telling me this I'd be able to move on easier but in this case, he's alive but he's not by my side. I gave up too much to just move on. The worst part is that everybody worked together against me. I feel so betrayed right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-1095401534671594720?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1095401534671594720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=1095401534671594720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1095401534671594720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1095401534671594720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/09/empty.html' title='EMPTY'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-6394712441323964058</id><published>2007-09-11T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:42:39.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Abort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Music : Blurry ~ Puddle of Mudd]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Weather : Warm-ish]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Mood : I Need Not Explain]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Okay, so I'm not getting my life back after all. Instead, I'm getting some other bullshit trying to pass for a life. Obviously I'm not happy, and you know what, my dad gave me another option. Move to California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Honestly, my school life sucks. And now, he's not happy neither. Just yesterday I felt like my life was over, but then some of my classmates told me to move on. As if I could move on. I bet there's nobody else that could make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He was the reason I didn't move after graduation. But then, I guess he was long gone and replaced by some other guy. He's nothing but memories now. I still remember it well, how much I felt that he loved me for who I was, and we didn't mind getting into trouble. I still remember those times when we would fight, but we always fixed the problem soon after. I guess two years and four months was far too long. It was all too sweet to last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's also a fact that even though I try, my attempts end up in failure. There was no way I could get in after all. I realized it after the whole dress code thing, and after Algebra period when I went to the bathroom, when I got out, they already left. I couldn't relate to them, and the fact that I'm just like an appendix to them makes me want to give up. It's too late to try to get close to them. This must be a sign that I should forget about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With all these things happening to me, I began to realize how tragic my life really is. This is something one couldn't hide with a mask. Now, my dad did give me an option to move to California. I don't know if I should take his offer. Probably I should since there's nothing left for me now over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-6394712441323964058?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6394712441323964058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=6394712441323964058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6394712441323964058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6394712441323964058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/09/mission-abort.html' title='Mission Abort'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-8717241936594199556</id><published>2007-09-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:32:21.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Gotta Go My Own Way ~ Vanessa Hudgens]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Scorching Hot =( ]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Apathetic to Depressed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally I'm starting to get my life back. The SBK '07 is over, and all I have to do left is fix the documentation. My mom and grandmother will be coming back on September 20 as well. IV5 will also have a reunion tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I also joined Evo Gundan last month. My card name is ALYSS, my car is a silver Evo IX, and my avatar is plain as ever. I've finished Lake Akina, Myogi, and Akagi, once I beat Takumi I'll finish Akina as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think I've been more attentive these days at school, though I'm afraid I've become a bit paranoid or oversensitive. I couldn't smile much neither, but maybe it's because I have too many mouth sores (singaw), two near the lip,two at the gums right on top of my teeth, and one on my tongue. I couldn't eat much because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today is Kyle's birthday by the way. Happy birthday Kyle! Bizzy's birthday is on Wednesday next week, and mine is on Monday, next next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Probably it's just the heat or the fact that I've been quite busy. But I wonder if it's because of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-8717241936594199556?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8717241936594199556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=8717241936594199556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8717241936594199556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8717241936594199556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/09/rehab.html' title='Rehab'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-85335875775456448</id><published>2007-08-11T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T07:57:54.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meltykiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Walang Misteryo ~ Imago]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Cloudy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Mixed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday the whole freshman body had to wear formal business clothes for the incorporation rites in the afternoon. Of course there were pictures. Tons of them actually. Anyway, EM joined us at Li Seng Giap prolly because Dizon was too crowded already. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My boyfriend arrived at my house around 8 last night so we could have a monthsary date. We had dinner at The Old Spaghetti House (TOSH is just one block away so we just walked). He had someplace else to go so after eating he brought me home and he went on his way to Guilly's to meet with Dan (and some other people I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ever heard of Meltykiss? It's this lovely chocolate, it's cubed, and there's a yummy filling inside. My favorite is the strawberry flavored one, and I haven't eaten any other flavor. The first time I had a Meltykiss was when my boyfriend gave me a box as a souvenir when he went to another country. I was so shocked to see Candy Corner selling Meltykiss in Shang! Meltykiss is so yummy that even if it's so expensive(for me at least) it gets sold out a lot especially the strawberry flavored ones. It's just so tempting to splurge on Meltykiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Meltykiss costs around 185 php at Candy Corner, 240 php I think at Nuts About Candy, two floors above Candy Corner. I wish they'd restock soon, because I don't care if it's expensive I'd still buy them. I haven't seen any fanlisting for this chocolate, so I was thinking of making one (but I don't know how).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://globalfood.co.kr/upload/goods/gd_c39166_meltykiss-stro-550.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELTYKISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-85335875775456448?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/85335875775456448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=85335875775456448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/85335875775456448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/85335875775456448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/08/meltykiss.html' title='Meltykiss'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5739411653136734897</id><published>2007-08-07T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:40:01.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Love Hurts ~ Incubus]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Cold, Windy, Rainy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Slightly Emo-ish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday I somehow "found out" what this year might be like, and it's all bad. It's going to be a real "tragedy" the rest of the year. Suddenly, I realized something. Maybe it's a wake-up call for me to do something about the problems. But this is leaving me pessimistic about everything that's happening, especially because it's so gloomy these days. Maybe I should just forget all about what "the future" holds and just keep on trying to be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I need hope. I need to know whether there's still a chance for me to be happy later, if not sooner. I've never felt so insecure in my life, and I feel like there's this option for me to "pull the plug" anytime if I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want to know if I will be a "normal 16/17 year-old" soon, and if I will be able to have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barkada&lt;/span&gt;. Or if I would end up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barkada&lt;/span&gt;-less and boyfriend-less. I really love my boyfriend but I feel so pathetic nowadays and he might have to give me up if I keep on being like this. I wonder if he still loves me too. Remembering what he told me yesterday before Filipino class, it made me feel like I'm unworthy of him and I was going to lose him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-5739411653136734897?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5739411653136734897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5739411653136734897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5739411653136734897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5739411653136734897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/08/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-7556325898926417993</id><published>2007-08-05T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:01:56.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tickets!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Daughters ~ John Mayer]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : It's Ok]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Pissed Off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday was ok. I went to school early-ish. Then after the thing at Dizon Auditorium, around lunch, I went to eat at Munch Alley. It was my first time there, and I think Munch Alley is a bit small. So there, I had lunch with Jeric and Ginoo, then Johann suddenly showed up so we all ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then in the afternoon, I went to the P.E. Symposium (I had no choice, and I had to go in the PM because I couldn't attend in the morning, but then everybody else went to the AM symposium to sign the attendance and stuff so there. I should've thought of that.) and went home around 4-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely purple umbrella's broken, it won't go to compact mode T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Daughters will love like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm so pissed off right now, because my dad "grounded" me. Like duh, it's just one failed quiz in math. What is so wrong with him?!? I'm not perfect, and he's overacting. Come on, "grounded" because you failed one non-major quiz in math? Who wouldn't be pissed off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And here's one more thing: I won two tickets to the Bourne Ultimatum, right? Well, it's tomorrow 7:30PM at Rockwell. I'm "grounded". Do the math. Anyway, this is not the end of it. There's no way I'm letting this pass. Either I go to Rockwell, or I mess up my grades pretty badly. He was so happy for me when I won those tickets in the morning radio show, then he suddenly "grounds" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;My dad's ruining my life by not letting me watch the f*ckin movie, and my monthsary's on Friday. Guess what, my boyfriend's not contacting me again.&lt;/b&gt; Man I feel so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Those are my f*ckin tickets, not yours. I will do what I want with them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-7556325898926417993?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7556325898926417993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=7556325898926417993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7556325898926417993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7556325898926417993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-tickets.html' title='My Tickets!!'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5166250907696200313</id><published>2007-08-04T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:02:16.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed &amp; Restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : No Sleep Tonight ~ The Faders]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Hot-ish, Not Bad]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Stressed, BLAH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I claimed the tickets yesterday for the premiere of the Bourne Ultimatum, and I found out it was on Monday, 7:30pm at Rockwell. What's worse is that my dad kinda grounded me when he saw the failed test papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He told me I'd have to study 3 hours a day, which made me &lt;img src="http://209.85.48.10/8975/10/emo/omg.gif" width="17" height="36"/&gt; and I just felt like overdose-ing on my prescription medicine (I'm supposed to take it ONLY in the morning, and once a day, but I took two at night). I'm impulsive, I know. Anyway, because of that, I couldn't sleep at all! I arranged the clothes that I was supposed to wear later, I finished the last half of Deception Point, and I still couldn't sleep. I tried drinking milk, watching TV, just closing my eyes, but I gave up soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went online and I saw Kay, still online. Apparently she was looking for a structure from straws or toothpicks that could get an egg to survive a drop ten feet high. I did my best to help her. Now I miss my 4th yr Physics teacher, Mrs. RDK Formalejo, she had the toughest lessons but now I realize all of those made sense (even the experiment format!) and it actually helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So there, I tried doing all sorts of stuff, like writing stuff on my note pad, organizing and re-organizing my bag for later, etc. It's almost 5am anyway, the time I was supposed to wake up if I ever went to sleep. I should fix up and maybe I could go to school early so I could get some coffee at Starbucks. Hope things go well today. There's an inspection in the morning and a symposium in the afternoon. I couldn't begin to imagine how visible my eye bags will be later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-5166250907696200313?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5166250907696200313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5166250907696200313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5166250907696200313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5166250907696200313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/08/stressed-and-restless.html' title='Stressed &amp; Restless'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-8510457368860380434</id><published>2007-07-31T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:01:56.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Gone Daddy Gone ~ Gnarles Barkley]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Lightning and Thunder, Anyone?]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Part Happy, Part Lonely =( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday I went to Lagro, then to Intramuros, then Pasay. Damn I was so tired afterwards. Then this morning I went back to Pasay, then to Makati, and then back to Ortigas. Today was fun, but then I'm so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tamad&lt;/span&gt; to write much. It's probably because I'm too exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've noticed the fact that I have become the same as before. This time, there are no Fractions to be with me. I'm on my own again, I blew it. So much for mind over matter. Don't rely on wishful thinking, you'll just end up disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This morning when my dad was bringing me to school, there was a contest/game on the radio. I got it right, and before I knew it, I won two tickets to the premiere of the Bourne Ultimatum. I wonder who I should take with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I already thought of someone, but then he's always too busy. Most of the time he doesn't answer the phone, and I have proof that he's been lying to me about certain stuff recently, just like the fact that he was supposed to go home ASAP when he gets out of school. Cheshire Cat saw him 4:30, still at school. I called his phone, and I heard some background sounds, I couldn't distinguish it though. I just know for a fact that it's noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Also, I called his house when I got home. Guess what, he wasn't there. I went home around 6:15pm and he was supposed to go home at around 3:00. It wouldn't take him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; long to go home, it would only take him roughly an hour or so to get home. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow I'm going to school extra early so that I could go with some of my other blockmates to Rizal High School, because I don't know how to get there. I'll be teaching math for one hour there. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-8510457368860380434?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8510457368860380434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=8510457368860380434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8510457368860380434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8510457368860380434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-8873148620547678803</id><published>2007-07-27T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:26:40.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrupt Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Tuwing Umuulan At Kapiling Ka ~ Eraserheads]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Extremely Stormy in the PM]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Stressed/Distressed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alice is a damsel in pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It rained very very hard when I was in Hotshots, buying twister fries. I went to the covered driveway thingy beside Matcha and the internet cafe, and waited for the rain to stop with W.R. and C.C., but then I saw the Red King after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The rain just got worse and eventually the rain went gale force on us. For fear of being late for the meeting, C.C. dragged me out into the storm, and I ended up walking with my poor soaked wedges under the flooded UA&amp;amp;P driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After the meeting, I went to Shang. Somebody wasn't picking up the phone, so I anticipated that he already left without me like he would always do. But then he didn't. I asked him if we could still go. He didn't want to. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I'm pretty pissed off yet harassed right now. I think I need to sleep now because I have to do something tomorrow all day. Damn it I hope all of this will be able to help me somehow in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-8873148620547678803?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8873148620547678803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=8873148620547678803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8873148620547678803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8873148620547678803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/corrupt-wonderland.html' title='Corrupt Wonderland'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5745218015920265046</id><published>2007-07-24T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:08:05.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caterpillar Legality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : The Scientist ~ Coldplay]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Overly Sunny in the PM]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Better Than Yesterday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jestine (the Caterpillar) turned 18 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was so f*ckin emo this morning, crying my eyes out and blah, I lost my ID so I had to use a student's pass, in which I had to surrender my ATM card until I gave the pass back later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Math Logic class was very exhausting today, and I was dying while trying to figure out how to answer the quiz. Algebra period was free-cut today, and the girls were going to celebrate Jestine's birthday. I had an errand to run, so I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After doing my errand, I went to the girls at the cafeteria so I could (hopefully) have lunch with them. I saw a box of pizza on their table as I sat beside Lalay. Then we had lunch together. Jestine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freed&lt;/span&gt; us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;IT Fun was extremely yawn-friendly today, and I couldn't keep up with Elvin's advanced knowledge of programming. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have met my rival (not really, i've just met someone a lot better than me)&lt;/span&gt;. The other people who occupied the row, were all doing shit on the PC, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then the White Queen and the White King, Cheshire Cat, White Rabbit, and I went to Shang afterwards. Cheshire Cat and White Rabbit were taking the MRT, and my dad told me I had to go home immediately, so the three of us went to the MRT station together, and then dispersed. The White Queen and White King stayed at Shang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today was a lot better than yesterday, and I had fun eating lunch with the girls. I miss the SCORES days =) It made me feel like I belong somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By the way, Meg, big sis (the White Queen), don't worry. Things will brighten up soon =D We're here for you ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-5745218015920265046?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5745218015920265046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5745218015920265046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5745218015920265046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5745218015920265046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/caterpillar-legality.html' title='Caterpillar Legality'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-3393252356746119</id><published>2007-07-23T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:07:44.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Bad Day ~ REM]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Hot, Gloomy, Didn't Rain]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Stressed Like Hell]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Gone is my social life. If I don't shape up, it could end up like gone is my boyfriend as well. It's so hard losing your ID, money, forgetting important stuff, getting your teacher pissed like hell to the point that he might fail you, and panicking while trying to fix all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Damn this is the worst day of my college life so far, and I hope things will get better afterwards. A little bit more stress I swear I'd jump off the roofdeck of the ACB building. Good thing the white rabbit will be responsible, and cheshire cat is uhh, doing something? Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALICE IS IN HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-3393252356746119?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3393252356746119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=3393252356746119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3393252356746119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3393252356746119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-chance.html' title='Last Chance'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-8914672545733476032</id><published>2007-07-21T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:30:43.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Ale ~ The Bloomfields]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Hot-ish, then Rainy-ish]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Paranoid?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went to the salon today to have my nails done and get a hot oil treatment as well. I accidentally broke a nail yesterday on the way to Robinson's Galleria. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that I went to UA&amp;P to do something. Then it rained hard. I noticed that I forgot my umbrella. Just great. Then I went all paranoid and stuff looking for an inexistent object. Then I found it out later on and went to Shangri-La so I can go home via MRT. It was a surprise for me to see cheshire cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So there, I went to eat dinner (halo-halo) at Chowking. Then I rode the MRT home. Lesson : Rush Hour can happen any day of the week. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By the way, where the hell is my sister? I want to see that 7th book even if I know the story already. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHESHIRE CATS SHOW UP UNEXPECTEDLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-8914672545733476032?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8914672545733476032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=8914672545733476032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8914672545733476032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8914672545733476032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/professional.html' title='Professional'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-4596810985039755201</id><published>2007-07-19T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:39:25.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Rabbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Looking Glass ~ Hypnogaja]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Hot-ish]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Relieved]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I couldn't log in to Blogger the other day.. Anyway, why the title white rabbits? There are two reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MUST NOT CHASE WHITE RABBITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I revived my addiction to Alice In Wonderland, especially when I received the song Looking Glass in my inbox the other day. I've been talking about the white rabbit, the cheshire cat, and the caterpillars. I even drew some of my classmates (For example, Meg, and Jestine were caterpillars shisha-ing on a mushroom, Nico and Nia as the king and queen of hearts, and Nugz the mad hatter). Oh, and there was a white rabbit in my story too. Do you know any popular white rabbits around? You might've hit the right answer. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHITE RABBITS CAN KILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Formaldehyde. I never really trusted Chinese candies, especially the ones without proper english translation of the ingredients and stuff like that. Damn I thought the formalin thing was a rumor when Carly said it on air, but then I found out it was true, and BFAD is doing something about it now. Good thing I never really liked that stuff. I only had one or two pieces in my entire lifetime, and I had it when I was still in grade school. The Philippine kind of White Rabbit though, doesn't contain formalin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some links :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmanews.tv/story/51298/Chewy-White-Rabbit-3-more-China-goods-laced-with-formalin---BFAD"&gt;GMA News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pr-inside.com/chinese-candy-maker-denies-philippine-claims-r177051.htm"&gt;PR-Inside.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shanghaidaily.com/sp/article/2007/200707/20070719/article_324003.htm"&gt;Shanghai Daily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supplychain.cn/en/art/?1877"&gt;SupplyChain.cn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-4596810985039755201?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4596810985039755201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=4596810985039755201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/4596810985039755201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/4596810985039755201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/white-rabbits.html' title='White Rabbits'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-7695746505907858083</id><published>2007-07-13T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:04:20.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Rise ~ Samantha James]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Rainy-ish, not hot =D]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Just Fine]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just had to dress up like L. I swear the clothes I wore today in school was the tackiest I've worn since FreshStart. Anyway, it was free cut during MA111 (Math Logic), so there. ITFUN was also free cut today so the only class the block had was MA113 (Algebra &amp;amp; Trigonometry), 10:30 am to 12:30 noon. As soon as we were dismissed, I rushed all the way to Metrowalk to meet up with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I found my boyfriend with two of his friends at Quantum, playing some arcade games (Time Crisis and Battle Gear 2). Afterwards we went to Dencio's to eat lunch. After a while, more of my boyfriend's classmates arrived and ate lunch. We left around 3, because my boyfriend had music class. I spent the rest of my time at the Admissions office chatting with the nice lady over there and I just hanged out there until 4:30, so that we could start setting up things for the party thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went to Li Seng Giap Auditorium 4:30 pm, and then we fixed things for the program. The program began around 6:00 pm where I found myself wandering around the auditorium. For the opening act, Miguel Pelaez (the council secretary) did a dance thing with two glowsticks on the string. It was just plain beautiful. There were games, and there were also presentations by ISA and Squadra. After the awarding, people went home, and I ate dinner at TOSH while waiting for my dad to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I wonder when will I be able to have a healthier social life. Is it me or I'm just not the kind of person who can mingle with people? Effortless or with effort, I'm really having a hard time eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-7695746505907858083?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7695746505907858083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=7695746505907858083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7695746505907858083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7695746505907858083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-6309580069074574483</id><published>2007-07-10T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:51:22.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : I'm Glad ~ Jennifer Lopez]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Stormy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Happy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRIED &lt;/span&gt;to look like Kitty Pryde (X-Men Evolution) kanina, but I guess I looked more like somebody from The Matrix or Men In Black when I wore the jacket I bought in Sausalito ($20 goodness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There's a weird phenomenon every so often with the ACB elevator. Jestine got to take a picture of it. Here's a link : &lt;a href="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/angeltuned/B1RD.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, today is my 26th monthsary with my boyfriend. Funny how he hasn't contacted me yet since last night. Anyway, it's been raining so hard lately and there's lightning as well. It looks to me like this storm might affect tomorrow's activities. Nothing much is happening tomorrow, since there's no NSTP. But there will be a general assembly for the Sabayang Pagbigkas contest with Ginoo. But then it's possible that there's no classes tomorrow because of this terrible storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Earlier today wasn't much of a drag, but then it started to go quite bad, probably starting from Algebra class onwards. It's pretty hard to believe that I'm supposed to be lucky this month (according to a Feng Shui magazine). I guess it's my own fault why I'm having this misfortune, but then there's nothing I can do about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It must've been something I've said, or done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To ____ : GALIT KA BA SAKIN? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-6309580069074574483?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6309580069074574483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=6309580069074574483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6309580069074574483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6309580069074574483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/26th-month.html' title='26th Month'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-8427812709336720709</id><published>2007-07-08T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T07:46:29.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Sky Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Best I Ever Had ~ Vertical Horizon]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Gloomy Since Yesterday]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Emo =\ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday was so ironic. It was 07/07/07, the so-called luckiest day of the millenium. The weather was horrible yesterday because it was raining so much and the weather was very very gloomy, and I was feeling all sorts of things yesterday. I was jealous, I was hyper, I was sad, I even felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I feel like I want to back out of the whole hatch week thing, because I'm a little bit unsure of this. I don't have enough resources at the moment to look or to buy a costume, and I was told I HAD TO WEAR A COSTUME. I also have insecurities about the fact that my master and my co-slaves are all guys. So there. My boyfriend's cool with it and he was trying to cheer me up yesterday (nice try, as if you did anything to make me feel better!) but then he had to go to Project 8. Bah, humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Friday after class I rode with Nugs and Jestine, and Meg was the driver. Anyway, Peach Meg was supposed to ride with us, but she walked with EJ instead ( *rolleyes and grin* ). As soon as we arrived at Shang some unknown number texted me. Ginoo wanted me to go to the 7th floor immediately to sign something. Okay. So I walked back to the campus and when I arrived at the 7th floor, I saw the other Sabayang Pagbigkas officials and huge stacks of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can't believe I had to sign all those letters, forms, blah blah blah. There was no doubt at least a hundred or two of those things. I was the last one to finish and I had a hard time standing up afterwards but it was all good. I went to the Dulaang ROC party afterwards but after introducing myself, my dad called me up and told me to go downstairs immediately. So I bought a t-shirt and then went to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the shirt came in only one size. The shirt is way too big for me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I'll be going to the mall later to get some retail therapy. I definitely need it right now, maybe it could cheer me up somehow. Damn I wish &lt;i&gt;matuloy date namin next time kahit hindi na niya ako ilibre&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-8427812709336720709?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8427812709336720709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=8427812709336720709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8427812709336720709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8427812709336720709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/grey-sky-morning.html' title='Grey Sky Morning'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-3101584942601857756</id><published>2007-07-01T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:34:06.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Suerte ~ Shakira]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Kinda Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : =( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Shirley is my mom's name. Why Shirley as the title of this blog entry? Well, she'll be leaving in a few hours with my grandmother, because they're going back to New York. I'm saddened by the fact that it would most likely be six months before they come back, and it was as if my mom had just arrived, but then she'd have to leave so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was a little bit distraught when I heard my mom and my sister talking about family issues. It made me realize that I wasn't as secure as I thought I was. Even my family has problems, and sooner or later, the problem's going to directly affect me. For example, I might one day have to live on my own (I'm kinda looking forward to this though, but I wouldn't want to live along for a very long time) or maybe even get a...job. Let's face it, in four years I'll be on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So there, kanina this afternoon, there was a party for Lance's 1st birthday at North Greenhills. My head hurt so bad that the medicine I took didn't work and my head still hurt even though I went to sleep in the car. Good thing it's gone now, thanks to my mom who gave me a head massage the whole ride home. Shit I'm really gonna miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-3101584942601857756?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3101584942601857756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=3101584942601857756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3101584942601857756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3101584942601857756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/07/shirley.html' title='Shirley'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5342388557681076181</id><published>2007-06-30T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:37:01.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inerasable Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Music : Kesenai Tsumi ~ Nana Kitade]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Windy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Apathetic-ish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sorry I've been so tamad these few weeks, it's because my dad has been trying to stop me from using the computer hoping it will make my grades higher. Sheesh. By the way, I loved the book Digital Fortress. I started reading yesterday and I finished it this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, during the third day of FreshStart '07, I was voted class rep/block president of IT2. And I am now a part of some council called the Council of Presidents. I also auditioned for Dulaang ROC, and I received a piece of paper saying I passed, and will have to go somewhere Friday night at the ACB building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's been quite fun panaman at school, but I'm getting tired of being at Shang every day I go to school. I also spent too much money and I'm going broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm also having a lot of fun with The Scores (the girls of IT2), and yesterday during our 3-hour break (thanks to our MA113 teacher who went on leave), we went to Nugzie's place =) It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Also, BELATED Happy Birthday to PeachMeg *It's been a week since her birthday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; height:300px; border: white dashed 1px; overflow-y:scroll;"&gt;&lt;font color=hotpink size=5 face="Garamond"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PICTURES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.nveluz.multiply.com/image/3/photos/33/400x400/5/IMG_0782.JPG?et=Tlr3Do1k%2C0iq%2CpeyRiscTg" height=180 width=240&gt;&lt;br&gt;EJ, Robbie, Mark, Meg, Me, Meg, Nugz&lt;br&gt;[Photo taken by Nicco]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.riseagainst.multiply.com/image/4/photos/64/500x500/1/June000.jpg?et=osMowDaQLyBR7YquE9Txtg" height=180 width=240&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the path to Shang&lt;br&gt;[Photo taken by Jestine]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.riseagainst.multiply.com/image/5/photos/64/500x500/27/June037.jpg?et=04l5WNUEHpQS9iWh4kvHGg" height=180 width=240&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love this pic! Haha&lt;br&gt;[Photo taken by Jestine]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.riseagainst.multiply.com/image/3/photos/66/500x500/29/June096.jpg?et=xUFE3qOdovmEpXgmEJGfxw" height=240 width=180&gt;&lt;br&gt;SCORE!&lt;br&gt;[Photo taken by Jestine]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.riseagainst.multiply.com/image/7/photos/67/500x500/14/June113.jpg?et=bb2qrjrJW5bu%2BK5Phiw5ng" height=180 width=240&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jamming at Nugzie's Place&lt;br&gt;[Photo taken by Lee Ann]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-5342388557681076181?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5342388557681076181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5342388557681076181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5342388557681076181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5342388557681076181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/06/inerasable-sin.html' title='Inerasable Sin'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5123086447260606367</id><published>2007-06-14T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:40:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : White Flag ~ Dido]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Hot/Gloomy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : =D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My parents brought me to school this morning, but we ate breakfast at Mcdo first. The English class was very intimidating, mostly because frankly I didn't have much of an idea what they were talking about, and the way my classmates were answering really got me thinking, because I could never imagine myself reciting those answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had a 4-hour break because we were dismissed early, so the girls and I went to Megamall. But then the others followed. We spent a few hours at Timezone, then Meg, Jestine, and I went back to school and waited for more than an hour for the next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So there, I thought English class was intimidating enough, but the Filipino class is waaaaaaaaay more intimidating (for lots of reasons actually, the syllabus says it all). Anyway, after class, I went to my boyfriend's house to make a courtesy call to his mom. So there =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, Meg got a perfect 100 sa videoke. GO MEG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-5123086447260606367?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5123086447260606367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5123086447260606367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5123086447260606367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5123086447260606367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-day.html' title='2nd Day'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-8541441908870202799</id><published>2007-06-09T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T07:47:18.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Houkiboshi ~ Younha]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Alright]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : ANGRY AS HELL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's so annoying because Daryl destroyed all my important picture and music files in the My Documents folder, including some other files. Like, HE IS SO STUPID! That's why I'm going to password protect all the accounts in this computer from now on. I must go shopping to forget all about it. Maybe a pair of square cut jeans from Levi's and some shoes will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday was so cool. I went to school wearing track pants and my bulky Skechers rubber shoes. I must be the only one who wore something like that because I thought we were supposed to wear that. So I was overdressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, the practices for the Block Presentation was a little bit confusing and stuff, and in the end we only performed some bits of the song. The Block Trail Challenge was actually fun, and my block won first place. Because of that, I found out that Yua was really good at visual arts (He did the guessing games) and Meg was very good at a lot of things (she could kick, she could do twister, and then she could also dance very very well). I didn't expect we'd finish it so fast though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Arnis Team did a very cool exhibition. My personal favorite is the combat exhibition, the two guys were very exciting to watch. Block IT 1 won the "Best Block" award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" It's not just any block, it's 'I.T. Block' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-8541441908870202799?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8541441908870202799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=8541441908870202799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8541441908870202799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8541441908870202799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-8974194678135207679</id><published>2007-06-07T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:13:43.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Narda ~ Kamikazee]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Humid and Sometimes Gloomy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Self-Conscious]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today was the second day of the freshman orientation named FreshStart 2007. I've made some friends already for example Meg and Jestine who were schoolmates at CSA. So far it has mostly been fun but there is something bothering me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I will post what I feel because I trust you with this so be responsible. This is first and foremost my feelings at the moment and could change. If you think you can handle it, go ahead and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Begin Here---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maybe I've been too loud or something most likely because I'm excited, or it's just my nature. I have to admit I'm not the nicest girl in the world, and definitely not the most mature. I guess I get a bit carried away at times, but I really have to do something about it before it's too late. I'll need someone's help on this and I have to start as soon as tomorrow. I do not want to repeat history and make grave mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Stop Here---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-8974194678135207679?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8974194678135207679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=8974194678135207679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8974194678135207679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8974194678135207679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-serious.html' title='This Is Serious'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-4077827155037756128</id><published>2007-06-05T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:38:49.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Over It ~ Katharine McPhee]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Hot, But Manageable]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Itchy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday I went to Kay's place so that we could go to STC to get my yearbook and then to Trinoma. I was happy to be in STC again, but we didn't stay long. Next we went to Trinoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We hanged around a lot over there, and we also saw quite a number of batchmates over there. I went to shop for jeans and ended up buying later on at Bench, then we just roamed around the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was quite funny how I kept coming in and going out of National Bookstore, since I kept on forgetting to buy some stuff. I ended up buying some school supplies, the latest issue of Meg, and a 5-subject notebook. I hope I could use this much in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I also got to buy 5 stored value tickets at the MRT station. So I should ask my dad for my allowance soon. Anyway, after the MRT station thing, we went to eat dinner at Pizza Hut. The food was ok, I guess, but then I wished they'd bring back the tomato cream penne. Then my parents with Daryl went to Pizza Hut as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I noticed a lot of little flying black bugs around Trinoma. They should call pest control. I saw the bugs everywhere, at Pizza Hut, in the bathroom, at Powerbooks, and I bet they have them all around. It's a minor problem though, except if you're eating. And the little bugs bite too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So there, after a while, we brought Kay to her house, then we went home. I was pretty much fast asleep afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope my boyfriend's alright over at Batangas, he's on an outing with his college kada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-4077827155037756128?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4077827155037756128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=4077827155037756128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/4077827155037756128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/4077827155037756128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/06/trinoma.html' title='Trinoma'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-8907117199246101651</id><published>2007-06-01T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:02:24.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Listening To : Rocket Ride ~ Felix Da Housecat]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Weather : It's Fine]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Mood : Nostalgic]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can't believe I'll say this for the nth time in my life. I have to grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's like this every time, I tell myself I need to change but then when it comes to "being matured", nothing can force me, not even myself. So much for that, I feel like I've grown at some point at least. I'm just a late bloomer, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's May 31 already, and I'm a little bit excited to go back. Tomorrow night (June 2 in the Philippines) would be my flight from LAX, and I'll arrive at NAIA at June 3 (June 2 in USA) morning. I don't have enough pants, so I have to ask my parents for money I guess so I could go shopping before classes start.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Most likely I'll have a date with my boyfriend when I return, hopefully at the spa, even if I have to pay. Then June 4 I was thinking of going to STC to get my yearbook and perhaps go to Trinoma with Kay afterwards. Aya can't come because DLSU started class early and she's busy nowadays. June 5, maybe I'll rest and get ready for the orientation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't think it would be easy for me to go to school from now on. I have to take a jeep from my house to Quezon Avenue, then Quezon Avenue to the MRT station. From Quezon Avenue MRT Station to Shaw MRT Station, then I'll walk all the way to school. Probably would take me 1 hour and 15 minutes. Damn I have to do it every morning.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm supposed to be at Westfield Topanga Mall with my mom and dad but then we had to commute and my knee hurt so I just gave my mom a list of what to buy. I'm going to miss the Raspberry Star of Godiva. I don't care even if it costs $1.60 per piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.godiva.com/Assets/Images/godiva-guide/RaspberryStar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-8907117199246101651?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8907117199246101651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=8907117199246101651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8907117199246101651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8907117199246101651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-to-grow-up.html' title='Time To Grow Up'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-4925611670949214758</id><published>2007-05-16T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:44:34.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>North Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Listening To : California ~ Phantom Planet]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Weather : Just Fine]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Mood : Hungry]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tito Richard, my parents, Willy, Jessica, and I traveled from San Francisco to Los Angeles not so long ago, probably a little over a week has passed since we arrived here in Sun Valley. Most of the time it's boring here but I have enough to keep myself entertained. I'm currently staying in my sister's house (Ate Sheryl, who lives with her husband, Kuya Mark, Mathew their son, and my brother-in-law, Roy). It's no problem at all if I sleep on a low mattress, I'll just pretend I'm Japanese. My only problem is I could hear my dad's loud snoring from here, and I'm sleeping next to Kuya Mark's big collection of action figures. It's so big, it occupies five bulky shelves, and there are more action figures spread all over the house. It can be creepy sometimes, especially if you have to sleep next to Toad (from X-Men), The Green Goblin (Spiderman), and a whole lot more goblins and monsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, 2 days ago I've gone shopping at Westfield Topanga Mall for clothes I could use in college. No sleeveless, nothing above the knee, and shoes must have a strap or back. I went to Hollister to look for nice tops, and I found two t-shirts, with good material comfy enough to wear and just enough to satisfy the dress code for an understandable price of $30. I went to Levi's next and they had a 40% sale on almost all items. I got myself a pair of skinny jeans that cost $80 for around $50. Sweet =P Then we went to Starbucks and ate dinner at Red Robin. I also bought my mom gourmet truffles from Godiva, which Mathew took a piece and after one nibble, threw in the trash bin. Rawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday we went to Costco in the early evening to go grocery shopping. I was surprised because my parents looked for an iPod shuffle and because they can't find one, they bought me an iPod Nano. I didn't need anything higher than 2GB anyway, and I wondered for a while why it was smaller than my boyfriend's, because he has an iPod Nano too. Then I realized it was 2nd generation after all. Then thanks to myself thinking that the World Time function in my iPod was wrong, I figured out that California had Daylight Saving Time. Stupid me &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll be looking for a cheap but good casing or protection for my iPod because I don't want to risk defiling it's miniature iPod Mini look. Good luck to me =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-4925611670949214758?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4925611670949214758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=4925611670949214758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/4925611670949214758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/4925611670949214758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/05/north-hollywood.html' title='North Hollywood'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-1835850716109889812</id><published>2007-04-28T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:44:13.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.F. Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Nothing In This World ~ Paris Hilton]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Warmer Than Yesterday, Still Cold]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Jelly much?!?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tito Richard brought his camera as usual. So my parents, him, and I.. we went to the Golden Gate Bridge first. He took pictures of us doing the dove release thing. After that we went to some art institute or school and he took our picture again. Then we went to other places like the crooked street or road or something like that. Yet again, a solo pictorial. I also had a solo pictorial at Coit Tower and some other random places. I'll upload some pics when Tito Richard uploads it on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Over at Bloomingdale's, we had lunch or something like that. I had a slice of pepperoni pizza and a bottle of Fiji water. Then we went to Tita Elaine's workplace. We went shopping, then there. I don't know why, but I kind of hate Downtown a bit now. I must be jealous or something because they were wearing comfy or nice clothes or both, and I'm stuck with tropical-friendly-but-San-Francisco-unfriendly clothes and in the cold. I ended up just buying something at Old Navy. A pair or comfy shoes which prove to be too big for me and a thin jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On our way back to Tita Elaine's workplace, I saw Jessica, Jason (Jessica's brother who is currently working at San Francisco), and their mom. We had a short chat outside Bloomingdale's then my parents and I went to buy coffee at Starbucks. I had white chocolate mocha. Anyway, after that, we went to Tita Elaine's again, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There was a guest, also named Jessica, waiting for us. We were to eat at Mandalay, a Burmese restaurant. It was delicious there, but I had a hard time eating. I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;singaw&lt;/span&gt; on my tongue and I ordered LEMON CHICKEN. Ouch. But the Jasmine tea was delicious and we had fortune cookies and a free strawberry sundae with something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turon&lt;/span&gt;. Erica and Bryan didn't go with us because Erica was studying and Bryan was sick. Yet he went to work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Later, I might go shopping again, and I hope it would be better than yesterday. The weather forecast said it would be warmer today, but uber cold in the weekend. Hope I can find a better jacket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope my boyfriend is enjoying himself in Thailand. That's why he wasn't online nor texting me. Rina's in Singapore naman. Lucky them, they won't be staying outside the country for a month! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-1835850716109889812?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1835850716109889812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=1835850716109889812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1835850716109889812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1835850716109889812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/san-francisco-photoshoot.html' title='S.F. Photoshoot'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-7287360654239018219</id><published>2007-04-26T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:27:02.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Summer Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : You Raise Me Up ~ Josh Groban]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Cold as Hell]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Frozen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's so cold over here in San Francisco. I'm going to be staying at Tito Richard's place for a week, then we'll be going to Los Angeles. My whole body's frozen and my fingers aren't working so well, but what makes it colder is the fact that I'm not where I'm supposed to be, and I'm going to miss Kay's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't have a jacket right now, so I'm going shopping tomorrow. It's a relief, since San Francisco nights are colder than the freezers at home. I've also received word that the East Coast has had snow spells recently. Damn this is crazy! It's spring-ish over here and there's snow in April?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I miss the Philippines, I miss my kada, I miss my computer, I miss listening to Hit or Split, I miss a lot of things.. Most of all I miss my boyfriend. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-7287360654239018219?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7287360654239018219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=7287360654239018219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7287360654239018219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7287360654239018219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/cold-summer-nights.html' title='Cold Summer Nights'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-9173771186583008589</id><published>2007-04-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:07:34.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPARATION ANXIETY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : I'll Be Missing You ~ Puff Daddy]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Hot, But Not So Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : ='( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In around 20 hours I'll be gone. So long Philippines, at least for a month. Let me tell you how much I enjoyed this day, but it's such sweet, sweet sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I spent the whole afternoon at Kay's place, and I forgot to take a picture. Anyway, it was fun there hanging out with their cats, and we played some flash games and I played a bit of O2Jam as well. We watched some TV, I researched on China and some controversies again, freaked Kay out with some startling facts I found on the internet, and virtually won a million dollars. Oh and I hanged a kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I enjoyed the delish Danish butter cookies and the watermelon Kay offered me as well. I was able to talk to Aya and Mark on the phone for a few seconds before I left. (The power of three-way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My boyfriend borrowed a Toyota Corolla which his Tito Joel was planning to sell, most likely to a taxi driver. So my boyfriend fetched me from Kay's place and we went to TGI Friday's at Tomas Morato, and we celebrated our 2nd Anniversary as a dinner date 16 days before the real anniversary. The helpings were quite big for me, and we only finished half of it. I forgot my half nga pala, it's ok. So on our way home, it was so sad for me. I'm going to miss him so much. When I composed myself again, I got out of the car, and I didn't look back. There I realized how much I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So I was listening to Hit FM again and chatting with Carlie on YM once more. The girl for Hit or Split, Joy (Miss Teen Model of the Universe), I found out was going to UA&amp;amp;P too. She's going to take up EM, so she might meet Alex or Chia. Anyway, I got to talk to Ron and Carlie on the phone, on air, and I asked about separation anxiety, and some tips on how to get over this serious problem. And I thank them so much, so I might as well buy them some pasalubong and drop by the station sometime =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.mirabel.multiply.com/image/3/photos/30/600x600/1/IM000415.JPG?et=gm%2BqXYvpxPI%2CKYPuKAGhUw" width=240 height=180&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.mirabel.multiply.com/image/2/photos/30/600x600/2/IM000416.JPG?et=Kx1efZomBENPkEoZ3fBcFg" width=240 height=180&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirabel.multiply.com/photos/album/30" target=_blank&gt;more pictures here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-9173771186583008589?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/9173771186583008589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=9173771186583008589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/9173771186583008589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/9173771186583008589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/separation-anxiety.html' title='SEPARATION ANXIETY'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5739043437782597199</id><published>2007-04-21T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:56:19.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day Junk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Basang Basa Sa Ulan ~ Aegis]&lt;br&gt;[Weather : It's Hot Again]&lt;br&gt;[Mood : GRR!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went to the Earthday Jam last night, and for a short time my friends and I watched at the Fire-Air stage, yung mga rakistas. They were in costumes, bringing different banners with their gang's name, in heavy makeup, coffin bags, normal rakista stuff. Nothing against them really. Some of them are also smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then my friends and I went to the Water-Earth stage, the stage for easy listening music, jazz, those kinds of stuff. It's near the bars and most of the people there are yuppies and those who usually bar-hop, I think. Nothing wrong with it either if they drink or smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While I went back and forth the two stages, I noticed something. It's called Earthday Jam because it was Earth Day, yet, bakit andaming kalat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I saw used cigarettes scattered anywhere and everywhere on the floor, and there were also used paper plates, plastic bottles, and other trash. I thought this was Earthday Jam, pero yun pala ang habol lang ata ng mga iba yung mga artists at mga banda, nawala yung saysay ng Earth Day para sakin. Sad talaga dahil Earth Day nga, pero dumami pa ang kalat dahil the people don't care about Earth Day, they just care about the Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My boyfriend tried to start his car so he could go home, but guess what..It was out of gas. So Kay, her cousin, and I ran to the other end of Tomas Morato to as for Kay's dad's help. We needed to buy gas at Petron, but we didn't have a container. I thought a 1.5L Coke bottle would do, so I bought one at the nearest sari-sari store and had the contents poured into different plastics. So there we were, 3 plastics full of coke, and I don't even drink softdrinks anymore. I was lucky to find a scavenging mother and her child so we gave 2 plastics full of coke to them. Next we gave it to the guard who sold a regulated container to Kay's dad. So there we were, we drove over to my boyfriend, and the gas worked. He finally went home, and so did we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I got home, Kay and I explained why we arrived at 1:30 AM. And guess what, my sister didn't believe a word she heard! I'm not like her, I wasn't part of the "popular" lakwatcha crowd at school, my kada is the wholesome, studying crowd. It was Earthday Jam nevertheless, started at 8PM, and would of course end at 4am or something like that. She is so annoying and all she thinks about is kalokohan, never thinking that accidents like that DO happen, and are not just alibis. Grr she won't believe I'm a good girl, damn I'm not like her. And I'm supposed to be allowed late-nights anyway na, I'm going to college na naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm leaving in 4 days, and I'm a bit disappointed because I haven't gone college shopping yet at 168, and I don't even have enough regulation t-shirts to last me for a whole week. I usually wear sleeveless because it's hot, so I don't have enough shirts/blouses with sleeves. I also lack pants, since I usually don't go out every day of the week. I was used to wearing a uniform to school, but those days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxymwN7nYQQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxymwN7nYQQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-5739043437782597199?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5739043437782597199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5739043437782597199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5739043437782597199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5739043437782597199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/earth-day-junk.html' title='Earth Day Junk?'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5126254869137850850</id><published>2007-04-20T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:35:27.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain At Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Dirty Little Secret ~ All-American Rejects]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : It's Raining Right Now =)]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : /wah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Recently I've been poring over javascript websites trying to find out how to manipulate table cell height according to another object in the webpage. So far, I've seen nothing that can help me. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm leaving on Wednesday so I think it sucks because I'd be doing nothing there at all. Over here it's just 10% activity but over there, 3% activity. No computer because my geezer of an uncle hogs the computer, and there's practically nothing else to do because most of my daily activities are in front of the computer. He won't believe that I can fix computers even just a bit, like troubleshooting some stuff and he thinks all I do is bring viruses into other people's computers. What a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At least I'll be going to San Francisco first, I'll be staying there before I go to Sun Valley. I bet San Francisco would be a lot better because I have COUSINS there and my Tito Richard is no geezer. I might even be able to go to Daly City again =) And my aunt is way nice. I remember her because we loved the Thong Song before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I've been able to upload pictures from the Meg Face Go-See but it's in my Multiply. I also uploaded pictures from the Trans Expo last night too. I've come to a conclusion that high heels and malls don't supplement each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At last there was a short rain shower over here, I thought by the time I'll arrive in California I'd be a sun-dried raisin. I'm going to the Earthday Jam later with some IV5 and I'm so excited =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.mirabel.multiply.com/image/7/photos/27/600x600/10/IM000360.JPG?et=K77xzskrnrDW2cBcQp7qQw" width=240 height=180&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.mirabel.multiply.com/image/5/photos/27/600x600/8/IM000358.JPG?et=kAQ6tO2KGW6nVuKgUqU00g" width=240 height=180&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirabel.multiply.com/photos/album/27" target=_blank&gt;more pictures including solo pics of cars here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-5126254869137850850?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5126254869137850850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5126254869137850850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5126254869137850850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5126254869137850850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/rain-at-last.html' title='Rain At Last!'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5315568178918551005</id><published>2007-04-17T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:36:14.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Productive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Hanabi ~ Ikimono Gakari]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : I'm Melting!!]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Too Hot To Emote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This morning, my dad had me print the tickets for our flight next Monday. Hey, I heard there was a forecast that May would be hotter than April, so I'm not sure if this is a blessing in disguise or just sweet sorrow, since I'll be missing my 2nd anniversary with my boyfriend on May 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, there's a bit of good news in all this confusion. Since I lost the USB cable to my digicam, my parents are looking for a new USB cable somewhere I don't know. Hopefully they'll be able to find one because I'm itching to actually post pictures here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've also been busy this morning self-studying some HTML and some script thing. Suddenly, web page designing started to look like Visual Basic to me. Weird. Anyway, I'm studying that so I might be able to at last change my blog layout. I'm looking for an idea for a theme, but I'm not the creative type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So my boyfriend picked me up a little bit later after lunch and he treated me to a spa. This time, we tried the one beside Starbucks Banawe. After I got home, I went to BPI, withdrew money, went to TOSH and had some pasta because I didn't have lunch yet. (Talk about late lunch, I had lunch at around 5:00 PM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Trebuchet MS" color=F9DEFA&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.mirabel.multiply.com/image/4/photos/26/600x600/3/IM000280.JPG?et=yi3vC%2CgEDj6BwGSFJ%2CVNnQ" width=240 height=180&gt;&lt;br&gt;MY PRETTY MAKE-UP ARTIST&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.mirabel.multiply.com/image/4/photos/26/600x600/4/IM000281.JPG?et=T9KuPPBHtaLGjtF%2BntSNLg" width=240 height=180&gt;&lt;br&gt;MY HAIRDRESSER&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.mirabel.multiply.com/image/4/photos/26/600x600/7/IM000283.JPG?et=nVYnqTs2mZ4OmpYiZnWMvA" width=180 height=240&gt;&lt;br&gt;SHE CHOSE MY ACCESSORIES =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirabel.multiply.com/photos/album/26" target=_blank&gt;more pictures here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-5315568178918551005?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5315568178918551005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5315568178918551005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5315568178918551005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5315568178918551005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/almost-productive.html' title='Almost Productive'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-3655346635797988350</id><published>2007-04-15T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:04:56.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost My Mind and USB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Sundo ~ Imago]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Sunny]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : BLAH!! RAWR!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I forgot to post last night. Haha. Anyway, I was at Makati yesterday. Let's skip the stupid waiting in the car, shouting at the useless drivers and their useless cars around us part and move on to the part where I was already at Casmer building at Salcedo Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why was I there? I went to the fourth floor because a consultant from John Robert Powers called me up and said I should come over. So there I was at John Robert Powers, she toured me around and gave me some brochures. Of course, I didn't make it obvious, but I was flabbergasted and /omg at the prices. It said the first level was like around 35k-36k and a lifetime something costs around 350k. I didn't really see much modeling or acting lessons whatsoever there, but I saw more etiquette and image enhancement over there. So, I'll have to think about it. I mean that's like heck a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that, I went to Glorietta, where I looked violently harassed compared to the other girls over there. So I signed up for the Meg Face search go-see thing and I started with the make-up. I noticed that the make-up artist worked on my eyes for so long, so there. Then I had my hair done. The person who fixed my hair gave me a well-hairsprayed bun hairdo. I was thinking of having my hair straightened or curled, but not bunned! If I'll look older I bet I wouldn't be able to win anyway. So, there goes the chance. Then I also went to the accessories booth to borrow earrings and a necklace. After that, I passed by the Mobo booth but I don't have bluetooth on my cellphone so I had to skip. Then I got my picture taken at last, being the last entry. After that, all done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went window shopping, then we went grocery shopping when Daryl arrived. After that, we played at Timezone for a little while, then I bought a new mini-dress, which I find so cute I could wear it to school once every two weeks (with jeans, of course!). My mom also bought a top. And then we went home. Now I need some more tops and a few more jeans, and let's not forget skinny jeans! Yeah, I've never had one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm leaving for the states on April 23. We'll be arriving at San Francisco, where we'll be staying for a week. After that, we will go to Los Angeles, and stay there until I'll go home like around June 1 or 2, so I won't miss the Freshman Orientations. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-3655346635797988350?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3655346635797988350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=3655346635797988350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3655346635797988350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3655346635797988350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-lost-my-mind-and-usb.html' title='I Lost My Mind and USB'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-6494597739009018584</id><published>2007-04-10T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:25:28.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd Monthsary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Glamorous ~ Fergie]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Warm, But Not Too Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Totally Happy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, my boyfriend and I, we've been together for 23 months already! I'm really proud of this new milestone, since I thought something this long was impossible for me. And it's not gonna end there. Let me share with you some of the highlights of the day, including my awkward mishaps and realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;First, we went to Kimono Ken to have lunch. I had Ebi Tempura, he had some pork thing. And what's funny is that the Ebi Tempura came first before the appetizer, the Chicken and Cheese Rolls. It's like the one I've tried at Tempura, but it's more fried and it tastes more like chicken nuggets at Mcdonalds. So there. My realization : Chopsticks are cool, I have one in my hair, but it just doesn't agree with me as a utensil. I wonder if the Japanese had a problem with using chopsticks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that, we went to National Book Store. He just bought some Pugad Baboy (which to my dismay, I couldn't find any humor in those comics), and I had the latest issue of Pink Magazine, because I saw that the feature was about Princess Hours =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before he brought me home, we went back to Genki (I've realized that he goes there every week, and every week he's at Zense of Joy while he gets his car washed). This time, we went to Zense of Joy. It was weird for me, since it was the first time I actually had to take a shower and a steam bath. I didn't even know what to bring with me to the bath and stuff, at least I was the only customer for that time. I even forgot to drink my free drink. I enjoyed the massage. It was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that, we passed by Banawe Soybean Curd, and he bought two bottles of Soy Milk. Then, he brought me home. And now here I am =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My random realization : If I wasn't born to be a model, it's just fine. All I wanna know is what I was born to be, what I was born to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-6494597739009018584?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6494597739009018584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=6494597739009018584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6494597739009018584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6494597739009018584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/23rd-monthsary.html' title='23rd Monthsary'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-2963942336716496918</id><published>2007-04-05T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:21:22.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Believe It's Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : 5 Dogs Barking (seriously)]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Cloudy/Gloomy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Sleepy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My boyfriend was late, but it was ok. I was waiting for two hours until he finally showed up. And where did we go? Eastwood. When we got there, I found out that we only went to Eastwood to eat. Ok, so even if I thought it was a waste, actually in the end I thought the long road trip was worth it. It was my first time to eat at Jack's Loft, and the Penne in Tomato Cream Sauce was just so heavenly! At first I thought they were charging too much for the ice tea and the onion rings, but of course, I was wrong again. They had quite a large serving and I was totally full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On the way home, my boyfriend suddenly felt an urge...to bring his car to the car spa (which more or less is just a car wash with a fancy name to me). So off to Genki car spa (it's near Orthopedic Hospital, which is near STC). When we got off the car, first we went to Zense of Joy, it's a human spa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;. To our bad luck, there were reservations, and they lacked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masahistas&lt;/span&gt;. So, we tried the Thai massage place not so far away from there. It was new to me (of course since it was only my second time to get a massage) and it's as if we were being folded into pretzels! I actually felt so relaxed I fell asleep midway but I did have to wake up sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Guess what, my dad got mad. Oh well. The group already arrived at Isabela and they asked us to LBC the phone chargers they left. They left us at Manila with 2 obnoxious Shih Tzus and 3 rats (actually they're Guinea Pigs) and they want us to do more favors for them? Please, they should cut us some slack. I mean they're enjoying their out-of-town whatever and I'm doing what I usually do on weekends, only that I also do it on weekdays now. Bah, humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-2963942336716496918?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2963942336716496918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=2963942336716496918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2963942336716496918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2963942336716496918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-believe-its-real.html' title='Can&apos;t Believe It&apos;s Real'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-1191297400889968030</id><published>2007-04-02T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:38:05.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.T. @ UA&amp;P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Cinderella ~ Cheetah Girls]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Warm]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Not So Pissed Anymore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I enrolled at UA&amp;P ^_^ So there. I'll be seeing miss entrance lady more often, and I'm going to die from studying. I almost got away with the Humanities track, but my dad just had a violent eruption, so we went back to UA&amp;amp;P after lunch to have me sign up for IT. Hello, Block IT ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was awkward at Managed Care, where all incoming freshmen at UA&amp;P get their medical examinations. The eye examinations were quite worthless, since I was wearing contacts and even if I'm a bit rusty, I remember the eye chart because I memorized it when my Ate Sheryl was still studying optometry. And damn, you should've seen me when I had the CBC at the lab. I was petrified with terror while I was having the blood extraction, and I couldn't move for a few minutes after that. There was some procedure like bending your elbow to stop the bleeding, and I did it for at least an hour long. Actually, even now I still have the cotton on. I'm not ready to take it off yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hopefully, I might be able to not get mad at my dad forever for forcing me to take the IT track instead of the Humanities track. I don't know, the fact that it was the only way to get into a regular block was quite tempting, although I had my mind set on taking up a computer course. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss Entrance Lady : "Welcome to UA&amp;amp;P"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CeSnXVTM6pA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CeSnXVTM6pA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-1191297400889968030?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1191297400889968030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=1191297400889968030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1191297400889968030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1191297400889968030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-ua.html' title='I.T. @ UA&amp;P'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-8186054941697865979</id><published>2007-04-02T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:13:46.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winner Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Aozora No Namida ~ Hitomi Takahashi]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : The Sun's Great, But It's Too Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Apathetic to Happy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ok, last Saturday I went to my boyfriend's cousin's first birthday party and some cool stuff happened there. I woke up so late, that I only started fixing up when my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sundo&lt;/span&gt; was already there. I was so surprised to see that Mimi (my boyfriend's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shobe&lt;/span&gt;), almost had the same outfit as I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I have to go enroll na, it's a good thing they're open even if it's the Monday of the Holy Week. If you want to know what school I got in to, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.uap.edu.ph/"&gt;click this link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJ5HIRnQ034"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJ5HIRnQ034" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-8186054941697865979?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/8186054941697865979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=8186054941697865979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8186054941697865979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/8186054941697865979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-winner-is.html' title='And The Winner Is'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-3803082595299665518</id><published>2007-03-30T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T10:55:25.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DLSU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Sounan ~ Tokyo Jihen]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Not As Sunny As Yesterday]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : nothing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now, my parents went back from their trip and then they just surprised me with a big, "DLSU KA NALANG KAYA". So I think UA&amp;P is slipping and will most probably not be in the choice now. It's either UST or DLSU. Ok, so I don't know what my boyfriend will think about this since he's probably asleep right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Read the post below to read about my perks if I go to UST. At DLSU, I will have a laptop, but there will most likely be no car. It's so hard to choose, even if I've been talking to my old classmates on YM. One of them said, "It's your choice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parin&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm currently eating taho, when I just had Ribbed Cracklings (salt and vinegar flavor) and orange juice. I hope it doesn't disagree with me. Anyway, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-3803082595299665518?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3803082595299665518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=3803082595299665518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3803082595299665518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3803082595299665518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/dlsu.html' title='DLSU?'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-2302013403416348025</id><published>2007-03-30T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T09:37:57.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UA&amp;P or UST?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Tuliro ~ Sponge Cola]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Just Right]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : ⌐_⌐]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do you know Goong S or Prince Hours? It's ok if you don't because apparently it came right after Goong or Princess Hours, with different characters, a different storyline, and the main character is obviously a guy. It's also quite hard to watch this as well. Anyway, it's my new K-drama addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The current status of the Great University Deliberation is getting tougher.. So it's down to TWO schools. UA&amp;P or UST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I study at UA&amp;amp;P, I'll be sacrificing a lot. My debut, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hatid-sundo&lt;/span&gt;, social life, and lots of money. If I study at UST, I can err, slack off I think. I can have a debut, more or less, a social life, and stuff like that, maybe a car or a laptop too. So this is really hard for me. One of the more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mababaw&lt;/span&gt; things I look at UST is the fact that I'd have to wear slacks everyday, and I'm not really comfortable with slacks and black shoes. Reminds me of my STC prep days. In UA&amp;P naman, my dad calculated the monthly allowance it's around 3,600php which is a big /swt compared to SOMEBODY's allowance everyday (you know who you are). The dress code in UA&amp;amp;P is like STC's, it's really conservative, and I'd most likely have to wear pants anyway, pero it's ok if it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm going crazy. Sh*t.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-2302013403416348025?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2302013403416348025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=2302013403416348025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2302013403416348025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2302013403416348025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/prince-hours.html' title='UA&amp;P or UST?'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-4165857234043464361</id><published>2007-03-29T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T08:43:04.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path I Choose To Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : I'm Still Here ~ John Rzeznik]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Overly Sunny]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Reflective]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let's start with 2 days ago.. Two days ago I went to Footworks with my mom and dad we all got a massage. In the evening I went on a date with my boyfriend at Tempura. I have to have that appetizer again! It was a sushi-like appetizer, the rice was breaded chicken fillet, the filling was cream cheese with a few stalks of asparagus and a stalk of carrot. Promise, it's delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now, let's move on to yesterday. Yesterday was the getting of cards. My grades were umm, ok. And then I saw my NCAE results. It implied that I wasn't any good in technical-vocational and I'm more suited to white-collar jobs in the future. It also said my occupation of interest was "Investigative", which meant I like jobs where I analyze stuff o_o okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then my classmates invited me to go to Starbucks with them, so we went there. After a few pictorials and kwentuhan and a tall vanilla frappe, we went to Teriyaki Boy. It was still closed when we got there, but we just went there to get some application forms for the Junior Crew thing, it was more like a summer job or something. After that, we went to KFC next, but we all decided to eat at Jollibee. Reunited with our other classmates, we all ate at the second floor. Vitan even got a free newspaper. After that, 12 of us tried to fit inside 2 trikes and yeah, it was my first time to sit at the back. When we got to Lors' place, we watched Isay's video, then watched a part of If Only, then we decided to go to The Block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So there we go again, at The Block. There were only 6 of us left, Ella, Aya, Lors, Vitan, Joycee, and I, and we were just walking around the mall, and Joycee parted ways after buying a drink. So 5 of us left. We went around The Block, at Fully Booked, Toy Kingdom, and we saw some IV1 there and IV2. Then Vitan left soon after. After a while, it was getting boring na, so we went to Ella's place. Before that, I tried the food at Cerealicious. So, we did nothing but go crazy (especially Lors, Aya, and Ella). Then Lors, Aya, and I went back to The Block and we looked for Lors' mom. Then Aya and I checked out the swimsuits at the department store. After that, Aya bought some donuts and I went to my parents at the Globe center at Cyberzone because apparently, my dad's phone got stolen at the LRT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My parents and I ate muna at the food court, and then I said I chose to study at UA&amp;P nalang. After a long talk about it, I still didn't know whether they said it was ok or I'd better go to DLSU or UST instead. ADMU I think, is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-4165857234043464361?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/4165857234043464361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=4165857234043464361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/4165857234043464361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/4165857234043464361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/path-i-choose-to-take.html' title='The Path I Choose To Take'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-4282151988495054434</id><published>2007-03-26T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:04:29.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This For Real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : I'm Not Missing You ~ Stacie Orrico]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Terribly Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : O_O OMG]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe it..I can't believe it's real that I actually enjoyed this day. Ok, it was a bit bumpy at first, then I don't know, I just started enjoying it. Let me begin with this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This morning, Kay (Jennifer De Leon wants to be called Kay from now on ^_^) called me and said the IV5 gathering was today at The Block @ SM North. So, Kay and I went there and we walked around a bit because we didn't find IV5 at The Block. We saw them on the way to the main building. I found out that they were planning to watch "Because I Said So", and damn, I've been dying to watch that movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So before we went to watch, we bought snacks. I went with Aya and Kay to buy snacks at Hypermart. Then, we went to the main building. As Aya and Kay went someplace else to buy more food, I went to the second floor to buy Soy Milk. Because of that, I thought to myself that I should've bought soy milk from Banawe Soybean Curd instead of the stall at the mall, it's the same thing, but it's more expensive at the mall. Anyway, we gathered together with the rest of my classmates at Mcdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then we watched "Because I Said So". I enjoyed the movie very much. After that, we went to Shakey's. But then, my feet were killing me, so Aya and Kay went with me to buy flip flops. It felt really good when I slipped them on. So, that's 200php gone. After, we went back to Shakey's, and I was surprised when I found out they only ordered two Ice Cream bar cups full of ice cream! I couldn't help myself, so I had some too. After that, Aya and Joy went home separately and the rest of us (we were 7 people) tried to fit inside 1 taxi. Good thing the taximan was cool with it. Anyway, we went to Lors' place. Cess didn't go though, she just joined us for a fraction of the ride to Lors' place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After a little chit chat, my dad arrived and then we dropped Kay off at her house before going home. And that's it. Damn I can't believe I enjoyed this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: hotpink;font-size:30;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;!!!BARIN IS BLOOMING!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZnwD_xmDUfI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZnwD_xmDUfI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-4282151988495054434?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/4282151988495054434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/4282151988495054434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-this-for-real.html' title='Is This For Real?'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-7329720184055832933</id><published>2007-03-25T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:26:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Be Prince Troy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : How To Save A Life ~ The Fray]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Scorching Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : =( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;An aura of low self-esteem enveloped me all throughout the whole graduation. Everybody was talking to each other happily and taking pictures. I went to the New World Laboratory that morning before I got my hair done because I didn't know why I was feeling so horrible the night before and even right now, I feel like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The whole graduation ceremony was hot and took so long. I didn't even expect that I would receive a recognition award for computer. Anyway, after that we ate at Pasto at Greenhills Theater Mall. My boyfriend for 22 months already, Jose was there too. I couldn't really feel a big bang of emotions yesterday, it must be because I'm sick or it must be a side effect of throwing up that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why is my title "I Must Be Prince Troy"? Well, if you watched until the very end of Princess Hours, his has a very sad story. Ever since he fell in love with Janelle, most of the time his smile had an aura of depression, and you could say it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pilit&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (he's smiling but he's obviously sad). I'm not saying that I have the same smile, but I know deep inside (in the story) he's silently suffering, watching everybody else have fun without him or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DYYUkU7PO0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DYYUkU7PO0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-7329720184055832933?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7329720184055832933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=7329720184055832933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7329720184055832933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7329720184055832933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-must-be-prince-troy.html' title='I Must Be Prince Troy'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-9068909202910184727</id><published>2007-03-23T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:31:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Chain Reaction ~ Steps]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather yesterday : Gloomy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Apathetic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday we had our last graduation practice. It was ok, and I was so relieved there were no more practices today. I exchanged graduation pictures with some people, and some of them owe me &gt;=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After the practices, I went home, but went to Starbucks after. Most of IV5 was there, writing messages in their folders. I left mine, so I hope somebody would write on them tomorrow before the graduation. I left a short while after. After that, I went on a short date with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I don't really have much to write about, since today's a day off and some people are at school today, doing SINOP work (as punishment for lates and absences during the graduation practices) and I'll most likely be stuck at home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I need a summer job! Anyone have one for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-9068909202910184727?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/9068909202910184727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=9068909202910184727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/9068909202910184727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/9068909202910184727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-practice.html' title='Last Practice'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-3829703111543326730</id><published>2007-03-21T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T19:56:12.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Three Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Suerte ~ Shakira]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Hot/Windy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Crazy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aya, Pau, Delo, and I went to Starbucks and spent three whole hours or more at Starbucks, playing "hotseat". It was so fun, and even right now, Ira is still at Starbucks, melting ***** with her gazes. She's there everyday, and her devotion is so admirable. Anyway, the four of us talked about a lot of things and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow is the last daw of the graduation practices and the General Rehearsal will be held in the afternoon. I can't seem to find my center and I might easily fall off balance during the processional. I hope I won't mess up tomorrow because the principal and directress will be there watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope Saturday comes sooner. I don't want to go through the agony of waiting until I graduate. But there is one thing that's bothering me : I don't know which school I should go to. I already paid the reservation fee at UA&amp;amp;P, but I have to consider ADMU, DLSU, and UST still. If you have any suggestions, please comment on this post, click the *teardrops* below. Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGujaMz-6bY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGujaMz-6bY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-3829703111543326730?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/3829703111543326730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=3829703111543326730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3829703111543326730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/3829703111543326730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-three-hours.html' title='Another Three Hours'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-2420590030209028927</id><published>2007-03-19T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:26:52.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Rider Ichigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Pomp and Circumstance]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Cloudy and Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Overflowing With Tears of Joy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:hotpink;"   &gt;I'&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQ4YSfapQoE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQ4YSfapQoE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-2420590030209028927?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2420590030209028927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=2420590030209028927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2420590030209028927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2420590030209028927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/ghost-rider-ichigo.html' title='Ghost Rider Ichigo'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-7714752909052169814</id><published>2007-03-17T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:43:18.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely In Gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Lonely In Gorgeous ~ Tommy February6]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Fair Weather]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : A Bit Down]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here's the deal : I went to DLSU-Taft this morning (via LRT) for the orientation. It was ok, but I kind of had a hard time walking around at the campus tour part. It was ok, I guess. After that, my dad and I took the LRT home. It was ok I guess, and I saw Lala and her friend during the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that, I fell asleep and woke up 2 in the afternoon. I went to Manansala towers after (it's near Rockwell Power Plant Mall) for the Go-See audition something for the brand Guess for the upcoming Philippine Fashion Week. I was expecting a VTR but there I was again after almost a year, face to face with Joey Espino of CalCarries after the Supermodel of the World contest last year. So as I expected, I wasn't chosen. It was ok, I was getting fat already and I should start exercising if I could. I need to change my lifestyle. Haha. There might still be callbacks if they needed a few more models, but I'm not going to count on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that, my parents and I went to Power Plant Mall to have merienda. We ate at Pazzo. There was nothing special though. I was thinking of shopping (at least window shopping) but my dad had visitors, so we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGndWukuNVs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGndWukuNVs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-7714752909052169814?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/7714752909052169814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=7714752909052169814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7714752909052169814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/7714752909052169814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/lonely-in-gorgeous.html' title='Lonely In Gorgeous'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-2633184264445803779</id><published>2007-03-17T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:00:00.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Day's Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Seven Black Roses ~ Chicosci]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Very Hot]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Way Hotter!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Alright! We had our Senior's Night kanina and it was so cool! I had my hair and makeup at Index salon and then my boyfriend came to pick me up and drop me off at gate 2. So everything was set up, first we ate and then we watched video presentations and the live presentations. In between, Chicosci was there and everybody was like, screaming their heads off and stuff! Miggy really had the crowd going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After that, Aya, Pau, Delo, and I had our picture taken thanks to Mang Eric. It was a bit expensive though, it was 50php per head/copy and there were 4 of us. It was alright, I actually didn't have that twitchy eye thing I usually have when I have my picture taken! After the Senior's Night, my boyfriend and I went to Starbucks to have some frappucino. And then here we are, I'm at home and I need to go to bed. There's an orientation at DLSU-Taft tomorrow and after that I have to go someplace my agency told me to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a Palihan notebook and I'm all cleared!! =) Good night everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TkXSsdXaec"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TkXSsdXaec" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-2633184264445803779?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/2633184264445803779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=2633184264445803779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2633184264445803779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/2633184264445803779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/hard-days-night.html' title='A Hard Day&apos;s Night'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-6852248161253731385</id><published>2007-03-15T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:05:41.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Cupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Build Me Up Buttercup ~ The Temptations]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : I didn't notice, I was indoors]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Excited (For Tomorrow!)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn't use the computer yesterday (OMG, I can't believe I survived!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, yesterday we just had a normal practice, but all of us had confession. And then, what else.. There was also a practice yesterday after school for the senior's night and I was part of the group which will dance to the tune of "Stupid Cupid". My mom also bought clothes for me for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This morning, I found out that Ira, Lors, and I had the same outfit, but with different colors. Then today was our Batch Recollection. It was so cold inside the IMC and it felt like as if I was stuck inside Cocytus. It was ok, since I was the last person to share in the class faith sharing kanina, and I actually got to thank IV5. After that, we had another practice kanina, and I can't believe Chicosci is going to perform at our Senior's Night tomorrow! Since our theme is "Vintage Rock 'n Roll", will they be dressing up too? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3t5BMJAgrQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3t5BMJAgrQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-6852248161253731385?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/6852248161253731385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=6852248161253731385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6852248161253731385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/6852248161253731385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/stupid-cupid.html' title='Stupid Cupid'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-1678648374685672933</id><published>2007-03-13T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:54:09.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Hours @ Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Hips Don't Lie ~ Shakira]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : A Little Windy, Partly Cloudy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Happy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That's right. I was at Starbucks for three hours. Actually, at first I just overheard Beth and Ira talking about Starbucks then I felt like going too so I offered them a ride. Let's start with this morning muna =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I saw Pam and Trong at the corner of Retiro and they were waiting for a jeep. Then I had them join us in the car so they don't have to have that hassle of walking from the prep area. After that, I felt like my butt fell asleep, we were in our seats practicing songs all day long. From boredom, Ira and Ivy played True Love, Flames, and Hangman. Con, Faye, and Mars I think played Hangman too. There was this craze too. Do you know those fortune teller things made out of folded paper and then you flip them to see what you picked? It was so fun. We also talked about summer jobs, and Ivy was wondering if she could work at Teriyaki Boy. I should consider that idea. Haha. I need a summer job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After the slightly boring day, I had Ira and Beth join me in the car on the way to Starbucks. So at first it was just the three of us, then Mika and Geline showed up but they were in a separate party. Then I was so surprised when I saw Aya, Pau, and Delo heading over. I ended up having a very long and happy chat with them. That was the main reason why I stayed for three hours at Starbucks. We talked about the incoming Seniors Night, and stuff like that. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was a bit OC kanina, since I fixed the trays and plates and utensils, I kept the table clean, and I threw out the trash. I don't know why but I just did it. I had a slice of Oreo Cheesecake and a tall Vanilla Frappe by the way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rjq6uoyAh9Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rjq6uoyAh9Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-1678648374685672933?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/1678648374685672933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=1678648374685672933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1678648374685672933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/1678648374685672933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/three-hours-starbucks.html' title='Three Hours @ Starbucks'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-116253550252998434</id><published>2007-03-12T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:27:46.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Listening To : Rich Girl ~ Gwen Stefani]&lt;br /&gt;[Weather : Slightly Cloudy]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood : Contented]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last night I was able to eat with them at Marina. [Oh no, that place again =( ]. It was ok nevertheless, and my mom didn't flinch even if it was so late at night and I got home around midnight already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;During the graduation practice orientation this morning, I fell asleep. Fast asleep. Good thing Vitan woke me up before RDK saw me. I didn't get much sleep last night kasi. Other than that, it was a bit boring, but during the Advanced Computer elective evaluation, I had so much fun just surfing and talking to Mimi, Tashie, Ces, and Iya on Meebo. [I love you meebo &lt;3]. I didn't get to log in to Blogger though, since the firewall had so much restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;During the graduation practice at the Covered Court, it was kinda funny to do the procession thing. I was one of the last girls in line, and we had to walk the farthest. Carissa was my partner, and did she walk fast. Well, I had a hard time catching up with her, and I was afraid RDK saw my cringed face while trying to walk down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;During the singing practice naman, the latter part was well, kinda boring for most of the people. [No offense, but I just noticed it]. My teacher got mad and had each section stand up and they had to sing loud. So before we left, we had to sing Ama Namin very loud. The tunes of the songs were different from the ones we got used to, so it must've been a hard time for most of us. I remember when it was IV5's turn, Sir Zaraspe went nearby and told me since I was so loud at the concert when I said "Hi", I should be able to sing very loud. I got to sing loud anyway, with a few coughs in the middle. [I just had to have this cough curse].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before I went home, mommy and I went to Chowking to buy Halo-halo and something else for Mama [my grandma]. Then when I got home, I noticed a message and my boyfriend did it! He got his visa at last. They were celebrating at Teriyaki Boy, and because it was in front of my house, he invited me to eat a while. You may call me clingy, but yeah. I do tend to cling to him. Ask him yourself, I'm like a barnacle on a whale. Haha.&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ga7hU-3-PbQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ga7hU-3-PbQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/876870897201412821-116253550252998434?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/116253550252998434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=116253550252998434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/116253550252998434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/116253550252998434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/shall-i-go.html' title='Sweet Escape'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876870897201412821.post-5184366224228042113</id><published>2007-03-11T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:17:17.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick As Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Listening To : The World ~ Nighmare]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Weather : Gloomy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Mood : Horribly Sick]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last night my family and I went to my kinakapatid's son's 1st bday at Dragon Gate Restaurant. I thought it wasn't so cold, so I wore shorts. BIG MISTAKE. My cold got worse because of it. I don't know why, but I can't help moving to the children's table because they had all the delicious food. Anyway, before we left, there seemed like there was a chinese convention or something, and they were doing karaoke, so I stayed to listen to the last song. It was so familiar, I've been searching for the title of the song, so I asked the waiters. I couldn't understand what they were saying for a while, but then I got a sort of pronunciation in the end. My problem : I don't know how to spell it. I heard it before from Mano Po 4, when Hamilton was in his mom's brassiere singing it, until his mom opened the door and practically collapsed. Anyway, I have to know what that song is, it's so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday was my boyfriend's mom's birthday, and I was surprised to hear it on Wowowee. And to think I should've heard it from someone else. Anyway, I went to Dangwa last night before going home. I got a good price from a flower shop there, and I don't know, even if I got a fairly big discount because the phrase "out of my own allowance" slipped from my tongue, I'm broke nevertheless. Right now the flowers are in cold water to keep them alive, and I hope they're doing fine. I'm going on a diet this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday was also my 22nd monthsary with my boyfriend. When I got home, one of the tenants handed me a bouquet of flowers, and I was wondering how it got to him, because I thought the bouquet was the one I bought at Dangwa. Then I found out it was from my boyfriend. Well I'm not saying thank you unless he talks to me =( I put the roses near the altar. Since my boyfriend's mom went home so late, they're going to celebrate her birthday later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I'm so hungry, so good morning. I still have to rewrite my music notebook. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Second Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="border: medium none ; margin: 5px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial,verdana,'sans serif'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; width: 273px; height: 394px;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(34, 0, 51); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(255, 17, 51); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(17, 0, 34); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(34, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(255, 17, 51); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(51, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(68, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(51, 68, 187); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(85, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(51, 68, 187); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(102, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(51, 68, 187); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(119, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(136, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(170, 51, 170); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(153, 0, 17); color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(68, 102, 221); background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/876870897201412821-5184366224228042113?l=mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/feeds/5184366224228042113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=876870897201412821&amp;postID=5184366224228042113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5184366224228042113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/876870897201412821/posts/default/5184366224228042113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydivinetragedy.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick-as-hell.html' title='Sick As Hell'/><author><name>undefined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05884310041601718237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7434/wooshuc6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
