<?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-7639690415490065512</id><updated>2011-09-14T18:42:39.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future flow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-2075914756089915430</id><published>2009-12-02T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:01:32.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, Facebook</title><content type='html'>It came too suddenly, like a thief in the night not wanting to get caught. OMG. I don't know my Facebook password anymore :))))) Thank you, R. No sarcasm attached :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I have weekends to look forward to ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-2075914756089915430?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/2075914756089915430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2075914756089915430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2075914756089915430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-facebook.html' title='So long, Facebook'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-3284660462252194188</id><published>2009-12-01T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:39:32.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a look at yourself and make a change</title><content type='html'>It's the last month of the year and I decided construct my new year's resolutions this early. By the start of the year, I SHOULD get used to these things already. Here are some of them:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. NO INTERNET BEFORE HOMEWORK (this one's the most difficult)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting fat already a lot of people tell me. So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Start eating healthy and dieting healthy :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Stop cursing in TAGALOG. It just sounds so cheap and squatter :)))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. STOP BEING LAZY :| Start being inspired :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-3284660462252194188?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/3284660462252194188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-look-at-yourself-and-make-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3284660462252194188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3284660462252194188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-look-at-yourself-and-make-change.html' title='Take a look at yourself and make a change'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-762248004525434572</id><published>2009-11-23T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:33:17.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pag laki ko, gusto ko maging ENGINEER</title><content type='html'>That's why I have to stop procrastinating. That's why I have to stop giving in on Facebook all the time. That's why I should only go OL when I have done everything (asa!). That's why Twitter should be my only bestfriend. That's why when my YM status says I'm busy I really should be BUSY. That's why I have to study in advance or review whenever I don't get the lesson to much. That's why I have to practice my Math so that I won't be the loser who can't prove if the given points are vertices of a right triangle or not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I should get my ass out of here and start doing every fucking that's why's. Dang. Help me, God, please :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-762248004525434572?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/762248004525434572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/pag-laki-ko-gusto-ko-maging-engineer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/762248004525434572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/762248004525434572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/pag-laki-ko-gusto-ko-maging-engineer.html' title='Pag laki ko, gusto ko maging ENGINEER'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-4284272261560315097</id><published>2009-11-17T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:54:03.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SwKAqctr70I/AAAAAAAAAFM/42-8Uzc2SnY/s1600/tumblr_krauxuLOEM1qzwhfao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SwKAqctr70I/AAAAAAAAAFM/42-8Uzc2SnY/s320/tumblr_krauxuLOEM1qzwhfao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405023969548693314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby, why? 8-| Hot ka pa naman! HAHAHA IMBA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-4284272261560315097?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/4284272261560315097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeah-baby-why-8-hot-ka-pa-naman-hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4284272261560315097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4284272261560315097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeah-baby-why-8-hot-ka-pa-naman-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SwKAqctr70I/AAAAAAAAAFM/42-8Uzc2SnY/s72-c/tumblr_krauxuLOEM1qzwhfao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-1986111420795130587</id><published>2009-11-17T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:38:38.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to the hand, no?</title><content type='html'>Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't working, okay. You have to talk to me. We have to fix this. We should not let a super babaw thing destroy us. I never thought you felt that way, or maybe I just really didn't understand, or maybe you didn't really mean what you said. Whatever. I love you. And I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm really tired. But I won't give up yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-1986111420795130587?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/1986111420795130587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/talk-to-hand-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1986111420795130587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1986111420795130587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/talk-to-hand-no.html' title='Talk to the hand, no?'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-4307872462748361389</id><published>2009-11-10T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:33:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Rail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SvkWs8brVUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_LFKLlQLBCU/s1600-h/tumblr_ksf3hk4ad71qa8xpno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SvkWs8brVUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_LFKLlQLBCU/s320/tumblr_ksf3hk4ad71qa8xpno1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402374189399889218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Transit :)) Today's the last day of sembreak, sad. Tomorrow's back to school again, thus the picture. Hey, I ride the train to school okay. Haha. Another 5 months of reluctantly getting up really early in the morning. 5 months of tears, stress, and a life that seems to be a mess. Gaaah, I want the sembreak back :-&lt; But okay. As long as my friends, family, and youknowwhoyouare stick with me, then those 5 months won't be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready 2nd sem. I'm goin' to kick ass :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-4307872462748361389?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/4307872462748361389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/light-rail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4307872462748361389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4307872462748361389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/light-rail.html' title='Light Rail'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SvkWs8brVUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_LFKLlQLBCU/s72-c/tumblr_ksf3hk4ad71qa8xpno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-1938942784558163785</id><published>2009-11-09T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:08:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SveVegWSshI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Qo2sxg3e7RY/s1600-h/tumblr_krm5kzaryc1qzbb5ro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SveVegWSshI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Qo2sxg3e7RY/s320/tumblr_krm5kzaryc1qzbb5ro1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401950629366247954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What holds us together :D And I pray that whatever that might be, would grow stronger. HIHI :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-1938942784558163785?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/1938942784558163785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-holds-us-together-d-and-i-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1938942784558163785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1938942784558163785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-holds-us-together-d-and-i-pray.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SveVegWSshI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Qo2sxg3e7RY/s72-c/tumblr_krm5kzaryc1qzbb5ro1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-7592780215170612230</id><published>2009-11-04T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:39:25.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr and me</title><content type='html'>Reasons why I don't transfer to Tumblr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think Tumblr accts are meant to be attractive, and I'm so not the creative type.&lt;br /&gt;2. I think no one would be interested in following me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;3. I prefer to stalk people's Tumblr accts than to be busy with my own ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I loooooove visiting people's Tumblr accts. And I have my personal favorites which won't be mentioned here because I WILL sound like a stalker &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on posting :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMG. I sound creepy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-7592780215170612230?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/7592780215170612230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/tumblr-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/7592780215170612230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/7592780215170612230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/tumblr-and-me.html' title='Tumblr and me'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-2810596008948329617</id><published>2009-11-04T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:03:04.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me to Paris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SvEnBfndNWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XIy6WBZepkc/s1600-h/tumblr_ksfsmsxwL21qzh6xpo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SvEnBfndNWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XIy6WBZepkc/s320/tumblr_ksfsmsxwL21qzh6xpo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400140334814279010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'll love you forever :"&gt; SRSLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-2810596008948329617?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/2810596008948329617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-me-to-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2810596008948329617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2810596008948329617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-me-to-paris.html' title='Take me to Paris...'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SvEnBfndNWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XIy6WBZepkc/s72-c/tumblr_ksfsmsxwL21qzh6xpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-5419784848455348087</id><published>2009-11-04T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:18:42.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SvEAYbDh_TI/AAAAAAAAAEg/99UGXQnTxUI/s1600-h/tumblr_ksiqinPsRa1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SvEAYbDh_TI/AAAAAAAAAEg/99UGXQnTxUI/s320/tumblr_ksiqinPsRa1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400097847773363506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And even if it drains the hell outta you. Heehee. Emosht :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-5419784848455348087?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/5419784848455348087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-even-it-drains-hell-outta-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5419784848455348087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5419784848455348087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-even-it-drains-hell-outta-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SvEAYbDh_TI/AAAAAAAAAEg/99UGXQnTxUI/s72-c/tumblr_ksiqinPsRa1qa1fbpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-1351802241008983775</id><published>2009-10-30T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:43:00.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in. OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. THIS IS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAOPEN KO NA BLOG KO AT LAST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-1351802241008983775?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/1351802241008983775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1351802241008983775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1351802241008983775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-6576339277959472660</id><published>2009-08-17T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:39:22.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SokIvs_gxWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SfjvO_LSvv0/s1600-h/xxO5mEVo8qn7r6q9hfGphVjco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SokIvs_gxWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SfjvO_LSvv0/s320/xxO5mEVo8qn7r6q9hfGphVjco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370833646240449890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SokI8ZLJC0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/v2xeqe94nuU/s1600-h/xxO5mEVo8qn80sikGdthm1dno1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SokI8ZLJC0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/v2xeqe94nuU/s320/xxO5mEVo8qn80sikGdthm1dno1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370833864258816834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-6576339277959472660?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/6576339277959472660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/6576339277959472660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/6576339277959472660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SokIvs_gxWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SfjvO_LSvv0/s72-c/xxO5mEVo8qn7r6q9hfGphVjco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-8592008209479794197</id><published>2009-08-17T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:36:29.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on moving, keep climbin', keep the faith</title><content type='html'>Miley Cyrus' The Climb is one of the few songs that motivate me to wake up everyday and go to school to study. Seryoso @-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims just ended pero hindi ko nararamdaman. MAY 4 AKONG PLATE NA DUE SA WEDNESDAY. Umaarangkada nanaman ang Draw na yan :-j Yan lang talaga nagpapa stress sakin ngayon. Tinalo pa Trigo at Algeb. Cheesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ko sobrang hindi na ko updated sa mundo. Andaming tao na antagal ko nang di nakakasama at nakakausap. Kahit nga Twitter at Facebook account ko namamatay narin e. AYOKO NG GANTO :(( Ayoko ng puro aral at drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS NA MISS KO NA FRIENDS KO. ARRMIKACLAIREKELPITINMEGABBEYBORJHERAJOYTRIXIEMELSKDEEMARIZAFECHEX. Emo laslas na ko. //-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please help us :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-8592008209479794197?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/8592008209479794197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-on-moving-keep-climbin-keep-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8592008209479794197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8592008209479794197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-on-moving-keep-climbin-keep-faith.html' title='Keep on moving, keep climbin&apos;, keep the faith'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-5739288015812654507</id><published>2009-08-06T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:27:23.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized</title><content type='html'>I did not really notice it until now pero siguro nga, I've changed a lot. And I have definitely hurt a lot of people with that. I'm sorry. Even when you don't tell me that it hurts, I know it does. And I'm really sorry for that. Sorry sayo, kasi pag nagchchat tayo lagi ako nadidisconnect tas pag balik ko wala ka na. Sorry sayo, kasi tuwing inaaya mo ko umalis busy ako (pero swear totoo yun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-5739288015812654507?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/5739288015812654507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-realized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5739288015812654507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5739288015812654507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-realized.html' title='I just realized'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-8793838434083247791</id><published>2009-08-06T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:19:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So not the drama</title><content type='html'>I had to post this entry JUST BECAUSE I miss my friends so much. Since last week, hindi na kumpleto ang Thomas &amp;amp; Friends kasi wala si Mika at Hera. Kanina, wala narin si Borj at Pi at Tin at Gels. Kaming 2 nalang ni Arr. Not that I mind :P Pero geeeeet... Iba parin e. Sabagay, hell week week week na kasi. Pero I'm sure, when the prelims and everything are done, we can all catch up on each others' lives again :) Hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather for the past Godknowshowmany days was fucked up. Hindi ko maintindihan kung gusto ba niya umulan or umaraw. Pero I don't really care as long as the Internet connection performs well. Kaso lang, DSL is also wrecked so super weird ng connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should actually be studying right now. Algebra drains the hell out of me, I swear. Well, not really. Pero nakakatamad. And I also have a good feeling that there will be no classes tomorrow so I'm not putting much effort into studying. HAHA. Anyway. I just noticed na the entries here in my blog are sooooo nonsensical. Seryoso :)) yung mga tipong in love blahs. I used to make fun of entries like those but now I'm posting them myself :))))) Okay sorry na. Feel ko naman walang pumupunta sa blog ko so okay lang :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet's still acting like a retard. Nakakairita na :| May group work pa kami na kailangan tapusin and I can't get in touch with my groupmates because of it. Pwede talaga siya makisama e. Kahit ngayon lang. Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-8793838434083247791?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/8793838434083247791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-not-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8793838434083247791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8793838434083247791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-not-drama.html' title='So not the drama'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-9083102766318377162</id><published>2009-08-03T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:11:02.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SnbFYbCtNeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gxqPaW6Je5Y/s1600-h/KuL1CnoEaq9b8wli1VU83bQWo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SnbFYbCtNeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gxqPaW6Je5Y/s320/KuL1CnoEaq9b8wli1VU83bQWo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365693029425165794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I should probably transfer to Tumblr instead of staying with Blogger, yes? :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-9083102766318377162?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/9083102766318377162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/9083102766318377162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/9083102766318377162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SnbFYbCtNeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gxqPaW6Je5Y/s72-c/KuL1CnoEaq9b8wli1VU83bQWo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-4707912112683330656</id><published>2009-07-31T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:38:07.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥♥♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SnLXXkY06xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O1Ze1_5rhEQ/s1600-h/SBQrHYdi2q86oz7pL9w0n78Mo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SnLXXkY06xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O1Ze1_5rhEQ/s320/SBQrHYdi2q86oz7pL9w0n78Mo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364586906056452882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMFG @-) DROOL WORTHY =P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I SRSLY CAN'T WAIT FOR NEW MOON EH MAH GAD. November 25 is the day :&gt; I LOVE YOU JACOB. :X&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/7639690415490065512-4707912112683330656?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/4707912112683330656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4707912112683330656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4707912112683330656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_31.html' title='♥♥♥♥♥♥'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SnLXXkY06xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O1Ze1_5rhEQ/s72-c/SBQrHYdi2q86oz7pL9w0n78Mo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-5641829506589059796</id><published>2009-07-31T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:54:38.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pag may negative, meron ding positive :)</title><content type='html'>So ayoko na magpaka emo. The previous entry was just the product of the stress and pressure around me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commute to and from school everyday. Alone. So what do I do for 2 hours when I'm all by myself? Syempre mag rereflect nalanga ako. O diba, everyday may recollection ako :)) Habang nag rereflect ako, I always try to find the positive sides of all the negative things around me. Medyo successful naman kahit pano. Clap clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamustahin nalang natin ang mga subjects ko ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt; - I have always loved English since Godknowswhen. Except ngayon. Seryoso. Nakakawalang gana si Prof :)) Pero okay lang naman yung mga inaaral namin. Madadali lang naman. Yung prof lang talaga problema e. Sorry na :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM&lt;/span&gt; - Okay super love ko talaga tong subject na to. Yun lang masasabi ko ;)) Eto lang kasi yung matino yung prof at yung performance ko. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRIGO&lt;/span&gt; - Sir Geom sorry. Pero since nung di na ikaw yung prof ko sa Trigo, ayoko na sa kanya :(( Pwede bang sana ikaw nalang forever? :"&gt; Weh. HAHAHA. Pero in fairness okay naman Trigo e. Kailangan mo lang talaga i-career ang pag aaral. Unlike kay sir Geom na no sweat. KAAAAAY =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HISTORY&lt;/span&gt; - Sorry ah. Sobrang pag History inaantok ako ng bongga =)) Pero buti nalang nag kakantahan nalang kami nila Yson at Joco sa likod. Kaso every end ng lesson, may post test. Dun kami namamatay kasi wala kami masagot =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENERAL ENGINEERING&lt;/span&gt; - Hindi ko magets yung point ng subject na to, seryoso :)))) LAst meeting, may binigay yung prof na papel. Tas nakalagay dun CHARACTER EDUCATION. Tas ang weird. Nakalagay dun kunwari: Attentiveness vs. Distraction. Tas may description dun. Tas buong period recitation. Mag rrandom tawag siya ng students at dapat mag bigay ng CONCRETE example sa trait na sinabi niya. Buti nalang di pa ko natatawag. Pang bangag lang yung mga sagot ng blockmates ko e =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALGEBRA&lt;/span&gt; - So far, good naman ang Algeb. Steady lang yung mga lesson. Pero pag pinag sama sama na sila sa isang quiz, medyo na-hhysteria na ko. Pero carry pa naman :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEOLOGY&lt;/span&gt; - HAHAHA. Parang sir DM lang yung prof namin dito e. Basahin daw ba buong Genesis tas yun yung iqquiz? Tapos Exodus. Tas Deuteronomy. And then Leviticus. Wala daw pumapasa sa Theo 1 nang di nag babasa ng Old Testament. Okay edi patay na =)) And wait, there's more! Lagi ako bingo dito. Napaka daldal ko daw kasi :)))) Hay nakakamiss HS days nung madaldal din ako :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRAW&lt;/span&gt; - STRESS. Enough said. Nakakirita pa yung prof pag nag llecture. May tono yung boses. Tas intense pa pag mahabang line iddraw niya. "Mag ddrawing ng mahabang line diyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan". Cheesus SOTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEM LAB&lt;/span&gt; - Fun fun ang prof namin dito kaya fun fun din tuwing Chem Lab :&gt; Ang sasaya nung mga experiment e. Tapos makakainhale ka pa ng mga kemikal na ngayon mo lang maiinhale. Never ko naamoy yung mga ganun sa STC. Tapos wala nang sir Lasti dun :( K. HAHAHA. Ganda ko naman e. Kasi yung lab gown na gamit ko yung lab gown ko pa sa STC :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So diba, in general okay naman ako. Minsan lang talaga di ko mapigilan mag emo. Tapos eto pa ang masaya e. Tuwing Thursday. I super love this day e. UBE with my Forever Friends :"&gt; Tas tuwing Wednesday at Friday at Saturday naman, UBE with F4 :) O diba okay naman! Makakapag adjust narin ako soon :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi parin naaalis yung fact na SUPER MISS KO NA IV5. AT HIGHSCHOOL. Hahayz =))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-5641829506589059796?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/5641829506589059796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/pag-may-negative-meron-ding-positive-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5641829506589059796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5641829506589059796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/pag-may-negative-meron-ding-positive-d.html' title='Pag may negative, meron ding positive :)'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-4764248058317386131</id><published>2009-07-27T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:19:11.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minsan naiisip ko...</title><content type='html'>AYOKO NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na mag aral. Ayoko na mag school. Ayoko na mag drawing. Ayoko na maging engineer. Ayoko na ng Trigo. Ayoko na mag Softball. Ayoko na ng chemical formulas. Ayoko na ng factoring. Ayoko na ng mga isometric at oblique shit. Ayoko na gumising bawat araw with the thought na I have to please everybody. Ayoko na sa college. Ayoko na. High school nalang ulit. High school nalang forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAT BA KASI DI PA KO MAKA MOVE ON? Seryosong ako nalang natitira na di matanggap na tapos na ang masasayang araw ng HS. LOSER LOSER LOSER LOSER LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap hirap aminin sa sarili ko na mali ang choice na ginawa ko. Bat ba ganun? Pag may bagay ka na gusto mo pero wala pa sayo, gagawin mo ang lahat makamit mo lang yun. Pero pag nasayo na, marerealize mo, ay hindi pala ako masaya dito. Hindi ito ang para sakin. Siguro, nainlove ka lang sa thought na yun yung maganda. Yun yung malaki ang kita. Pero sa puso mo, hindi mo naman talaga gusto yun e. Hindi talaga yun ang nakikitang mong ginagawa mo sa natitira mong buhay dito sa mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba namang matinong tao ang makakakuha ng bagsak sa dalawang quiz sa Math? Okay, hindi diyan nasusukat ang worth ng isang tao. Alam ko yan. Pero kahit na ganun sabihin niyo, nakakabruise parin ng ego yun e. Okay oo pwede bumawi sa susunod. Pero pano ako babawi kung simula't sapul palang ayoko na yung ginagawa ko? Hindi ako yung tipo ng tao na ipipilit yung sarili niya sa bagay na di naman niya gusto. Sa point na to siguro kailangan ko gawin yun. Pero mairap. Sobrang mahirap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NT: Mag shishift na ko.&lt;br /&gt;Tao: HA?!?! Bakiiiiiiit!? Wag naaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi? I would always pick happiness over money. HAHAHA. Sobrang weak ako, inaamin ko na. Emotionally and.. uh.. mentally. Hindi ko na kaya, sa totoo lang. Kung wala lang si Joy, ang Family, si Arr, ang Thursday group, siguro wala narin ako. Sobrang salamat sa inyong lahat &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ni Miley, there's always gonna be another mountain. I'm always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna be an uphill battle. SOMETIMES I'M GONNA HAVE TO LOSE. Tapos, &lt;u&gt;ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/u&gt;. Ain't about what's waiting on the other side. Diba? Try and try until you succeed nalang :) Eto ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CLIMB&lt;/span&gt; ng buhay ko :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi naman ni Taylor Swift, &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't know what I want, so don't ask me. 'Cause I'm still trying to figure it out. Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking. Trying to see through the rain coming down even though I'm not the only one who feels the way I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I'm just a girl trying to find a place in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana kasing ganda nila ako. Para pwede nalang ako mag artista :)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-4764248058317386131?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/4764248058317386131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/minsan-naiisip-ko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4764248058317386131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4764248058317386131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/minsan-naiisip-ko.html' title='Minsan naiisip ko...'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-8128217587092578015</id><published>2009-07-25T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:36:19.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 6TH THING</title><content type='html'>YOUR FRIENDS THEY'RE JERKS WHEN YOU ACT LIKE THEM JUST KNOW IT HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fck everything. How many times do I have to sing this in my head every time WE (not just you and me, alam mo yan) are together? I already told you how I feel regarding this matter and I try my best not to do it every time because I know, even when you do not tell me, that you get hurt too. Sorry. Sorry for being the bitchy girlfriend. I just hate set ups like those. I said this a lot of times but I'll say it again. Kung tayong dalawa, tayo lang. Kung kayo, kayo lang. Madali lang naman gawin yun diba? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod. Haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SmqLot-KiJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zWUbSMuzEs4/s1600-h/gMWq5aI15q115mkm13tz7qALo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SmqLot-KiJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zWUbSMuzEs4/s320/gMWq5aI15q115mkm13tz7qALo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362251837989357714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-8128217587092578015?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/8128217587092578015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8128217587092578015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8128217587092578015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/6th-thing.html' title='THE 6TH THING'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SmqLot-KiJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zWUbSMuzEs4/s72-c/gMWq5aI15q115mkm13tz7qALo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-3854410359503168523</id><published>2009-07-21T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:51:59.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EH MAH GAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SmXQsEAHtAI/AAAAAAAAADw/6ALV9_bezZY/s1600-h/XFXSn1j2apzwoeudQJjtY0hFo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SmXQsEAHtAI/AAAAAAAAADw/6ALV9_bezZY/s320/XFXSn1j2apzwoeudQJjtY0hFo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360920386861511682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5469.) I say the wrong things. A alot. But you need to understand that I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-3854410359503168523?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/3854410359503168523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-mah-gad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3854410359503168523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3854410359503168523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/eh-mah-gad.html' title='EH MAH GAD'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SmXQsEAHtAI/AAAAAAAAADw/6ALV9_bezZY/s72-c/XFXSn1j2apzwoeudQJjtY0hFo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-52746273154482867</id><published>2009-07-21T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:27:07.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thought for the Day: Kapag mababa grade mo sa isang exam o kaya sa card, isipin mo na lang, grades don`t matter in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;" -&lt;a href="http://thenicolefiles.tumblr.com/post/143938884"&gt;The Nicole Files&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigoayheytchu :| BABAWI AKO. Promise. Swear. By the moon and the stars in the sky. K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-52746273154482867?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/52746273154482867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-for-day-kapag-mababa-grade-mo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/52746273154482867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/52746273154482867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-for-day-kapag-mababa-grade-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-8379307445040877989</id><published>2009-07-16T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:56:17.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sl7rEtT-iXI/AAAAAAAAADo/xi9ulvm7qhY/s1600-h/UU8sftjMcps5xaclmVro1nVVo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sl7rEtT-iXI/AAAAAAAAADo/xi9ulvm7qhY/s320/UU8sftjMcps5xaclmVro1nVVo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358979072732858738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-8379307445040877989?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/8379307445040877989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8379307445040877989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8379307445040877989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sl7rEtT-iXI/AAAAAAAAADo/xi9ulvm7qhY/s72-c/UU8sftjMcps5xaclmVro1nVVo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-8319218658538005546</id><published>2009-07-15T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:10:32.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKAY KA RIN E NO (CAPS LOCK BOLD ITALICIZED UNDERLINED)</title><content type='html'>Trashtalk trashtalk trashtalk. Yan nalang ba alam niyong gawin? Alam ko nang ayaw niyo sakin okay. You guys have done so much for me to get the freakin' picture. With that, I was hoping that you'll leave me alone. Okay na nga e. Di na ko sasama whenever you guys go out together. Just stop all the trash you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Destroying us would be as difficult as defying gravity, you know&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Good luck talaga sa inyo. I hope there will come a time na you guys would feel tired and just give up and leave us in peace. DI KO NAMAN SIYA INAAGAW SA INYO E. Baka mas gusto lang talaga niyang ako kasama niya? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag bbreak siguro kami sa isang napaka weird na reason. Like, di kami nagkasundo sa fast food chain na kakainan or niloadan ko siya without permission. Something as stupid as that and not something as fuckwitted as this &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NA KO. I LOVE YOU TALAGA BLOG BUTI ANDITO KA FOR ME &gt;:D&lt; Okay hinug yung blog e no. BYEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-8319218658538005546?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/8319218658538005546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-ka-rin-e-no-caps-lock-bold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8319218658538005546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8319218658538005546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-ka-rin-e-no-caps-lock-bold.html' title='OKAY KA RIN E NO (CAPS LOCK BOLD ITALICIZED UNDERLINED)'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-3630517819098591</id><published>2009-07-13T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:08:19.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Di kailangang ang bakla ng previous post ko. Forgive, forgive. Minsan lang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At di kailangang gumawa pa ko ng entry para lang sabihin yun =)))))))) Twitter much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-3630517819098591?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/3630517819098591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/di-kailangang-ang-bakla-ng-previous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3630517819098591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3630517819098591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/di-kailangang-ang-bakla-ng-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-2972596971926999055</id><published>2009-07-13T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:02:14.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the moments I know heaven must exist</title><content type='html'>You make me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so so so&lt;/span&gt; happy that I just have to broadcast it :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you more than I have ever found a way to tell you&lt;/span&gt; :) And I miss you when we are not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks to follow will be super weird because we won't see each other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; often but I don't mind (Okay joke to syempre) because absence makes the heart grow fonder. Whuuuut :)) It’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you forever. You and me, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to be super corny, you know :)) ANG TAGAL MO NAMAN KASI E. Nagpalamon ka na sa Philippine Government Constitution thingy =)) Pero I'm super proud of you, you know. Ang sipag mo na. I like the attitude :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I better get ready for bed now. Pero I'll stay up 'til you're next to me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sls-PK0pP9I/AAAAAAAAADg/9VYGy_75FJ8/s1600-h/image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sls-PK0pP9I/AAAAAAAAADg/9VYGy_75FJ8/s320/image.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357944612011458514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-2972596971926999055?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/2972596971926999055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-moments-i-know-heaven-must.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2972596971926999055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2972596971926999055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-moments-i-know-heaven-must.html' title='These are the moments I know heaven must exist'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sls-PK0pP9I/AAAAAAAAADg/9VYGy_75FJ8/s72-c/image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-5889999426897842269</id><published>2009-07-10T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:03:07.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Slct3CqRO3I/AAAAAAAAADY/IGVlFUU7PbE/s1600-h/0iN2A1sU6pgubs42gZM648YBo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Slct3CqRO3I/AAAAAAAAADY/IGVlFUU7PbE/s320/0iN2A1sU6pgubs42gZM648YBo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356800705410710386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes sense ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yuck feeling ko Tumblr na to =))))))&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/7639690415490065512-5889999426897842269?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/5889999426897842269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/makes-sense-yuck-feeling-ko-tumblr-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5889999426897842269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5889999426897842269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/makes-sense-yuck-feeling-ko-tumblr-na.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Slct3CqRO3I/AAAAAAAAADY/IGVlFUU7PbE/s72-c/0iN2A1sU6pgubs42gZM648YBo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-8067562434367115750</id><published>2009-07-09T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:27:28.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you know that you're the only reason why I sleep late at night? Not having you always makes me want to go to bed early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-8067562434367115750?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/8067562434367115750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-know-that-youre-only-reason-why_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8067562434367115750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8067562434367115750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-know-that-youre-only-reason-why_09.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-4518378338060170593</id><published>2009-07-09T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:04:22.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SlXqrYkIL6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d5kNxtG5B0o/s1600-h/KuL1CnoEaphelahgjBmXe16Io1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SlXqrYkIL6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d5kNxtG5B0o/s320/KuL1CnoEaphelahgjBmXe16Io1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356445362876329890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need. :"&gt; Sobrang cheesy e? :)))&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/7639690415490065512-4518378338060170593?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/4518378338060170593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/sobrang-cheesy-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4518378338060170593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4518378338060170593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/sobrang-cheesy-e.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SlXqrYkIL6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d5kNxtG5B0o/s72-c/KuL1CnoEaphelahgjBmXe16Io1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-5422915312615144002</id><published>2009-07-09T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:03:48.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sana Thursday nalang forever</title><content type='html'>I used to love Fridays when I was in high school. Pero ngayon, may bago na kong love. Sana Thursday nalang forever. Maaga dismissal. Tas makakasama ko pa sila Arr, Hera, at Mika. May chance pa makasama yung ibang IV5 tulad ni Bespren at Manel. Hay. Super mahal ko kayo at never ko kayo ipapagpalit :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY. Putek. Putek talaga. Sobrang nangungulila na ko sa inyo. Seryoso. Dumalaw naman kayo o. Lalo na yung mga taga Taft jan. Pag Friday free day niyo e :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it (according to Facebook this swear word suits me best :P). Hindi parin talaga ako nakakapag adjust. Pero masaya naman kasi I'm gaining more friends as the days go by. Sana nga maging friend ko na si JFOSDNFIDSHFSOBDWIREH :"&gt; Weh landi. Joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First quiz as a College student = FAIL. Trigo, ex na kita. Hindi na kita mahal. Dapat kasi crush ko yung teacher para galingan ko. Ehem, Chem. Ehem, 4th year Trigo. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun. Gusto ko lang mag update. Buti nga wala nang pumupunta sa blog ko. Kasi ang baliw na ng mga nakalagay dito =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next quiz: 14 pages of History handouts at 2 chapter of Chem @-| PAKAMATAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOUMAHFRIENDSSOMUCH :"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-5422915312615144002?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/5422915312615144002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/sana-thursday-nalang-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5422915312615144002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5422915312615144002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/sana-thursday-nalang-forever.html' title='Sana Thursday nalang forever'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-7065776700541668616</id><published>2009-07-06T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:20:15.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorite days :"&gt;</title><content type='html'>Like, seriouslyyyyyyyyy :""""&gt; Why didn't we think of doing that before? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti nalang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merong langit na nagtatanggol sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag ibig na pursigido't matyaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long as we stand as one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano man ang ating makabangga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever break us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala talaga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in wala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rico Blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I kissed her for the first time yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything I wished that it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly I forgot how to speak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless, breathless, baby can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jo Bros [Love you Nick :&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd week of classes start tomorrow. I can't believe that it has been almost a month since we got into this f-ing thing that is College :P PUPU DI PARIN AKO MAKAMOVE ON SERYOSO. I miss Family in very please-naman-mag-outing-na-tayo-kasi-nasasaktan-na-ang-puso-ko-dahil-miss-ko-na-kayo way :-&lt; Seryoso yan. Miss na miss ko parin ang IV5. Umaasa parin ako na magkaka time machine ako at maibabalik ang lahat. Hiyehes. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tss. Epekto lang to ng madaming oras na pag ddrawing. I better finish my plate already :-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-7065776700541668616?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/7065776700541668616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-my-favorite-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/7065776700541668616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/7065776700541668616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-my-favorite-days.html' title='One of my favorite days :&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-3892584424865600944</id><published>2009-06-30T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:34:37.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT UP. JUST SHUT UP.</title><content type='html'>Kahit ano pang paninira ang gawin niyo, at kahit ano pang sabihin niyo para mag mukha akong malandi, sorry but it won't work. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We are strong&lt;/span&gt;, ya know. Very strong :&gt; And I have my girlfriends to support me all the way :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na nga ako sa STC, nachichismis parin ako? NAPAKA SIKAT KO NAMAN! :-j Get a life bitches. Claire, kung nababasa mo man to. Kailangan mo to malaman. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, kulang nalang idedicate niyo sakin yung Paparazzi by Lady Gaga. Sheez. I love that song :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do my plate now. BECAUSE I HAVE A LIFE AND I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN SPREAD FALSE STUFF ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] OMG I CAN HEAR THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS! \:D/ Tapos ko na 1st plate koooooo. Ang sarap ng feeling mah gahd :)) Will now have a hearty dinner. Wee ooh wee ohh wee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your friends they're jerks when you act like them just know it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-3892584424865600944?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/3892584424865600944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/shut-up-just-shut-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3892584424865600944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3892584424865600944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/shut-up-just-shut-up.html' title='SHUT UP. JUST SHUT UP.'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-4326952550834270666</id><published>2009-06-28T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:26:36.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrite</title><content type='html'>I used to think of Michael Jackson as a pedophile and a wacko. All those changed earlier when I decided to listen - as in seriously listen - to his music while I was trying to finish my plate (which, by the way, is not yet done). He IS the bomb, man. ^:)^ Ang galing niya grabe. And those moves, gah. Where the hell did those come from? @-) Well anyway. He's gone. Super sayang :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so much of a hypocrite =)) I hate people like me. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fuckin' plate is killing every bit of me. The laziness in me should die. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-4326952550834270666?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/4326952550834270666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/hypocrite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4326952550834270666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4326952550834270666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/hypocrite.html' title='Hypocrite'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-1307881533784308964</id><published>2009-06-26T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:04:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The return of the exes</title><content type='html'>*Do not mind the title :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkSPLxH24vI/AAAAAAAAADA/sKrp8e6REMc/s1600-h/IMG-3031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkSPLxH24vI/AAAAAAAAADA/sKrp8e6REMc/s320/IMG-3031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351559689550619378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever BB. Sa lahat ng chismisan at powerhug-an natin, salamat. Until now, I'm trying to remember how exactly we became close. But then I realized that sometimes, remembering how you started off is not that important. What's important is that you stay intact and always there for each other (Hint: palusot lang to ng mga di makaalala. Haha!). Thank you for always understanding me. Here for you always. &gt;:D&lt;  PS: Ang bangag ng ichura natin sa pic :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is supah dupah weird. I don't even want to blog about it. Just some words of caution: Always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;, take care when riding the public transportation. Do not let the people around you know that you're weak and scared whenever you commute alone :)) And do not follow what stupid maniac perverted drivers say. The best solution is to scream or.. Pray for your life =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one: Keep it cool in front of your ex. And show your present significant other that you oh-so-love her/him more than anything :&gt; HAHA BYE&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/7639690415490065512-1307881533784308964?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/1307881533784308964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-exes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1307881533784308964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1307881533784308964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-exes.html' title='The return of the exes'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkSPLxH24vI/AAAAAAAAADA/sKrp8e6REMc/s72-c/IMG-3031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-4074515492576988615</id><published>2009-06-25T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:06:40.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang bobo ko</title><content type='html'>Fck my life. Di ako marunong mag drawing ng kahit ano. Kahit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gothic letters&lt;/span&gt;. Nyeta. Ano na papatunguhan ko? Kaya nga CHEMICAL engineering kasi ayoko mag drawing shizz e. GOODLUCK. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-4074515492576988615?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/4074515492576988615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/ang-bobo-ko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4074515492576988615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4074515492576988615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/ang-bobo-ko.html' title='Ang bobo ko'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-1204711644994694165</id><published>2009-06-25T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:03:20.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakamiss :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="beaniejanini" is_pmrepliable="1" author_possessive="beaniejanini's"&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="beaniejanini" is_pmrepliable="1" author_possessive="beaniejanini's"&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. The phone rings; who do you want it to be? &lt;strong&gt;Jake Cuenca :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart? &lt;strong&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener? &lt;strong&gt;Depends. A little bit of both ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you take compliments well? &lt;strong&gt;Minsan :&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku? &lt;strong&gt;Nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive? &lt;strong&gt;Noooo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. Do you like to ride horses? &lt;strong&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid? &lt;strong&gt;Nah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. What was your favorite game as a kid? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koche-kotsehan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you go for it?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No! Respect, dude :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11. Have you lied to get out of a situation? &lt;strong&gt;Op corz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you? &lt;strong&gt;I think not ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. Do you like to like or to be liked? &lt;strong&gt;Both :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. Use three words to describe yourself? &lt;strong&gt;Beauty and Brains. LAKAS! =)))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15. Do any songs make you cry? &lt;strong&gt;Yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16. Are you continuing your education? &lt;strong&gt;Reluctantly yes =)))))) Joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you know how to shoot a gun? &lt;strong&gt;I would probably know how if I did not plan on dropping ROTC :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed? &lt;strong&gt;Money \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 19. How often do you read books? &lt;strong&gt;OFTEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think more about the past, present or future? &lt;strong&gt;Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is your favorite children's book? &lt;strong&gt;Cinderella. AMP =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;22. What color are your eyes? &lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How tall are you?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5 flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where is your dream house located?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;25. Do you have a weird interest? &lt;strong&gt;So far wala :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;26. Have you tried sushi? &lt;strong&gt;OH YEEEES yum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? &lt;strong&gt;Yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden? &lt;strong&gt;Where the hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;29. When was the last time you were at Church? &lt;strong&gt;Last Sunday :&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;30. Where was the furthest place you traveled today?&lt;strong&gt; Pucha. None&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;31. What was your favorite job? &lt;strong&gt;Never had one :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like mustard? &lt;strong&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat? &lt;strong&gt;Tough question!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;34. Do you look like your mom or dad? &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How long does it take you in the shower? &lt;strong&gt;Depends&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Can you do the splits?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Transformers 2! Or Hannah Montana the movie :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;38. If you could fast forward your life, would you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. Rewind pwede? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;39. What did you do for New Year's? &lt;strong&gt;Stayed at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;40. Do you think The Grudge was scary? &lt;strong&gt;Naaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;41. Could you relate to a character in Mean Girls?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I think ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you own a camera phone? &lt;strong&gt;Yes and it's bulok =))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you have an "ex box" with pics and letters from past lovers? &lt;strong&gt;Eew no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;44. Was your mom a cheerleader? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;No :)) She was a vball player :&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;45. What's the last letter of your middle name? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like your middle name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Yeah meeehn! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;47. How many hours of sleep do you get a night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Depends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;48. Do you like care bears? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Not really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What do you buy at the movies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Popcorn and Coke :&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you know how to play poker? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;HAHA no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;51. Do you wear your seatbelt?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Yiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;52. What do you wear to sleep?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Shirt and shorts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;53. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;54. How many meals do you eat a day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;3 or more. HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;55. Is your tongue pierced? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;56. Ever meet anyone you met on myspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; No Myspace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;57. Do you read myspace bulletins? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Hay kulet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;58. Do you like funny or serious people better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;59. Ever been to L.A.?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;60. Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yehez :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;61. Do you curse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;A lot :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;62. Do you steal or pay for your music downloads? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Neither of the two :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;63. Do you hate chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; LOVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;64. What do you and your parents fight about the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; Contradicting opinions and views. Hiyown! :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Are you a gullible person? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;66. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;I'm happy :D :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;67. If you could have any job what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Lawyer! Please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;68. Are you easy to get along with? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What is your favorite time of day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Dismissal time! \:D/&lt;/strong&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/7639690415490065512-1204711644994694165?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/1204711644994694165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/nakakamiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1204711644994694165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1204711644994694165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/nakakamiss.html' title='Nakakamiss :))'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-557094436356413581</id><published>2009-06-24T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:58:31.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me something</title><content type='html'>'I don't think that you even realize the joy you make me feel when I'm inside your universe. You hold me like I'm the one who's precious, I hate to break it to you but it's just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the other way around&lt;/span&gt;. You can thank your stars all you want but &lt;u&gt;I'll always be the lucky one&lt;/u&gt;' :) - Rico Blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(216, 216, 216);font-size:78%;" &gt; I'm sorry for being very moody all the time and for being immature. I know you can't tolerate my insensitivity and my sensitivity. Ang labo no? :)) I'm trying not to be maarte and bitchy anymore. You have given me so much, I couldn't ask for anything more. I love you. And I don't give a damn about what others say. They suck and you rock :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's th 24th and it's Manila Day. Manila Day means a no class day. No class days mean fun and boredom. Boredom means Facebook-ing and Tweet-ing all day. Facebook-ing and Tweet-ing all day make my eyes hurt. Hurt eyes may mean glasses. Glasses mean looking smart. Looking smart means you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to be smart to do justice to your image. Being smart means studying in advance. To study in advance, one must get rid of the distractions around her. Getting rid of the distractions around her means getting away from the computer. Getting away from the computer is what I need to do. Now. Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ILY :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-557094436356413581?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/557094436356413581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/557094436356413581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/557094436356413581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me-something.html' title='Tell me something'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-1817365759316824829</id><published>2009-06-23T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:09:46.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like insomnia</title><content type='html'>New layout \:D/ I kept the old tagboard, though. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are suspended until the 29th. I am srsly not happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it’s right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible? I want to believe that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-1817365759316824829?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/1817365759316824829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/feels-like-insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1817365759316824829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1817365759316824829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/feels-like-insomnia.html' title='Feels like insomnia'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-8565417156358878064</id><published>2009-06-23T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:59:55.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are supposed to write down 25 songs you cannot live without. You know, the ones you can listen to over and over and never get tired of it. They don't have to be in any particular order. These are the songs that make you laugh, cry, think of an old friend, whatever the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That's what you get - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My everything - 98 Degrees :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Goodbye - Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 7 things - Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss me through the phone - Soulja Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Just stand up - Various artists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mrs. Officer - Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Decode - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. All again for you - We The Kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Heartless - Kris Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Secret valentine - We The Kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Thnks fr th mmrs - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Paparazzi - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Burning up - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We ride - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Only one - Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The Scientist - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Viva la vida - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. As lovers go - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You and I both - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I'd Lie - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Everything - Michale Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I stay in love - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Everyday - Zac Efron &amp;amp; Vanessa Hudgens :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Collide - Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time thinking about all these. Kulang ang 25! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from &lt;a href="http://carmelamaniego.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Blog and Tumblr hopping \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-8565417156358878064?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/8565417156358878064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-supposed-to-write-down-25-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8565417156358878064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8565417156358878064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-supposed-to-write-down-25-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-8654005762325581370</id><published>2009-06-22T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:45:06.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blablablabla. Rant rant rant rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sj9sD9yW5VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WB3Kcjw5EuU/s1600-h/YGRUwo4lwnh9ojcijyNiBzgRo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sj9sD9yW5VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WB3Kcjw5EuU/s320/YGRUwo4lwnh9ojcijyNiBzgRo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350113697720624466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Tumblr e :)) Pero this is so truuuuuuuuue. Eto pa isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sj9smD7bleI/AAAAAAAAACY/U36-d81DDnk/s1600-h/ORtd01WEToovpfnjGyWFXuoao1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sj9smD7bleI/AAAAAAAAACY/U36-d81DDnk/s320/ORtd01WEToovpfnjGyWFXuoao1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350114283484845538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Beyiia Santos. Pahiram nung pic :D :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOKO NA MASUSPEND YUNG KLASE. Please lang. Baka mawalan pa ng sembreak. No lunch togethers. No heels. No baon. No ******. HAHAHA. Kailangan sa Thursday may pasok na. Dahil sa Friday birthday ni BB. I hafta be theeeeeeere :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-8654005762325581370?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/8654005762325581370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/blablablabla-rant-rant-rant-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8654005762325581370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8654005762325581370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/blablablabla-rant-rant-rant-rant.html' title='Blablablabla. Rant rant rant rant'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sj9sD9yW5VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WB3Kcjw5EuU/s72-c/YGRUwo4lwnh9ojcijyNiBzgRo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-122348031087343411</id><published>2009-06-21T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:33:35.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sj5DYTBf0uI/AAAAAAAAACI/SIcJoecHiVE/s1600-h/DSC03232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sj5DYTBf0uI/AAAAAAAAACI/SIcJoecHiVE/s320/DSC03232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349787492065202914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHERS' DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you 10 million times a hundred million, Dad. I know we annoy each other most of the time but I guess that's just how things were designed to be :)) You are the best ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for telling me to drop ROTC. \:D/ Rock on! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABBEY! &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTC sucks. Never again for that. I ain't designed to be toasted under the sun, yo. Okay ang cool ko kunyare =)))))) Drop drop drop drop drop (said to the tune of "cut cut cut cut cut"). Only the cool people would understand that. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is slowly killing me. I don't like it to be that way. Kung mamamatay ako, sana instant nalang. Ayoko mamatay sa pagod. Torture :-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed now. Zzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&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/7639690415490065512-122348031087343411?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/122348031087343411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/122348031087343411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/122348031087343411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sj5DYTBf0uI/AAAAAAAAACI/SIcJoecHiVE/s72-c/DSC03232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-3305856399230297175</id><published>2009-06-20T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:29:40.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll all get better in time</title><content type='html'>I REALLY REALLY HOPE SO. Few things I realized for the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Change is constant, yeah. But there are two kinds of change. For the better and for the worst. I'm changing for the better, I know I do. But are they? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Humor is universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Saturday classes give love a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kailangan mo makisama kahit ayaw mo talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sobrang namimiss ko ang HS. As in sobra. IV5 :( I love you. Miss ko na talaga kayooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro please. Help me. Help us. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-3305856399230297175?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/3305856399230297175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/itll-all-get-better-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3305856399230297175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3305856399230297175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/itll-all-get-better-in-time.html' title='It&apos;ll all get better in time'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-608156073615706488</id><published>2009-06-19T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:09:54.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what you get</title><content type='html'>School is so tiring. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog about my first week after I get a good rest. Goodbye weekends for me :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-608156073615706488?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/608156073615706488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-what-you-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/608156073615706488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/608156073615706488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-what-you-get.html' title='That&apos;s what you get'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-2623279544522980708</id><published>2009-06-15T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:48:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SjYmRPE63mI/AAAAAAAAACA/mEF0pwsD07w/s1600-h/pJFyQE2bnn5d377bqBNQVZnoo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SjYmRPE63mI/AAAAAAAAACA/mEF0pwsD07w/s320/pJFyQE2bnn5d377bqBNQVZnoo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347503685095841378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK SA FIRST DAY FUNK! :D :| :))&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/7639690415490065512-2623279544522980708?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/2623279544522980708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-luck-sa-first-day-funk-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2623279544522980708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2623279544522980708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-luck-sa-first-day-funk-d.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SjYmRPE63mI/AAAAAAAAACA/mEF0pwsD07w/s72-c/pJFyQE2bnn5d377bqBNQVZnoo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-7994755676033565227</id><published>2009-06-14T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:31:05.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry was crazy from the get-go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Random Person: San ka na mag aaral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me: UST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Random Person: Ano course mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me: Chem Eng/Chemical Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Random Person: Langya ang galing mo!/Epal ka ang talino mo!/Weh?! Ang hirap kaya nun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dialogue above is one that typically goes between me and, apparently, a person who pretends (HAHA) to be interested in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm not sure if I can live up to what they say. I'm starting to think that I was only deceived by my 3rd year Chemistry teacher (EHEM :P) into liking Chemistry. But I didn't want to end up being like him so I took up Chemical Engineering instead. Okay di kailangang mag kwento =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life did I want to become an engineer, let alone an engineer who, in the future, would know the whole Periodic Table of Elements by heart. O joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I really want to be a lawyer and a senator&lt;/s&gt; Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Chem way back in high school I hope to love it even more for the next five years. Just don't pressure me too much ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want to put a curse on someone's promising career, start calling him The Next Something or The Great Hope. Express your belief that he will break all existing records. Then sit back and watch him crumble under the weight of people's expectations&lt;/span&gt;" - Jessica Zafra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh kaya pala. Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for a long entry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly became sentimental again and remembered STC stuff and IV5 and Trips and Family :(( Eto mamimiss ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lunch and recess together. Either with Trippers or Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The times when days were nights and nights were days. HAHAHA. In short, bangag sessions sa YM at tulog sessions sa classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sir Geom. Sir Zaraspe. Ms Tsaby. Mrs Billiones. Ms Calero. Mrs Obillo. Sir Talens (HAHAHAHAHA). MS JOAM! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. McDo Retiro. Gate 7 isaw. McDo Banawe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pag may event sa covered court. Katabi mo lahat ng friends mo. Tas imbis na makikinig kayo or mag ppay attention sa mga nangyayare magchichismisan lang kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. MEDIA ARTS. Grabe ang pawis at dugo na inalay ko dito. Weh OA. Pero srsly. Yung tipong OP silang lahat samin nila Kel at Claire kasi iba talaga mundo namin sa 'KANILA' =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. THERISAN MAG. Isa pa to. Hindi man ako masyadong active dito, mamimiss ko din mag trabaho para lang makabuo nito. "Haaaaay nako! Diba sabi ko naman sa inyo, meet your deadlines! 2 hardcopy, isang softcopy! Mahirap ba yun ha?". Or something like that =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Believe it or not, yung mga "shh..." "ssssttt.." ni Joam. CHUSKO. Parang umiihi lang. I'm sure sa UST walang ganyan. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dance Pro. Sobrang mamimiss ko to. This year, wala na. Taga camera nalang ako. Di na ko yung student sa classroom na maghihintay ng turn nila para sumayaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tuwing papasok ako sa school, wala akong pakialam. As in, wala akong paki kung nag suklay na ba ako or not. Kung nakagawa na ba ko ng HW or not (kasi todo aga ko dumating no, pwede namang gawin sa umaga). Kung mukha ba kong bangag or not. Yung tipong napaka happy-go-lucky ko lang. Baka di ko na yan maramdaman sa college. LUL DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Siomai sa tapat ng Gate 3 kahit na nung mga huling araw e purgang purga na ko dun =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Love letters ni Sir Geom. O joke lang. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Kuchinta. Carbonara. French fries na matigas. Turon. Banana Q. BBQ. Peach mango pie. Pizza. Palitaw. Lugaw. Sopas. Boiled egg. Siomai. White choco revel bar. Kaya king. Tofi luk. St John Water. Fit and Right. C2. Kiko. Twin Popsies. Choc-O. Siguro meron din niyan sa UST. Pero iba kasi pag galing sa STC :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Mga commute moments na may nakakasabay kang unexpected :"&gt; (e.g. Sir Rehoy, Sir Reyes, Sir Geom (actually, nakita ko lang siya sa katapat na jeep. HAHA), Edward Corren..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Intraaaaaaaams :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Tiyakad at Suongan. Di ko naman sila mamimiss. Pero alam ko kasi sa STC lang meron nito. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Bandfest. Pwede nga ako makapunta dito pero not as a HS Theresian :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Bonding namin ni Claire pag umaga. Pasok classroom. Locker. Punta CR. Kantahan sessions. Higa sa platform. Chismisan. Tawa. Tawa. Tawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Yung mga date namin ni Rona. Kahit na nag aaral siya, Drop Everything and Listen to Torr talaga siya e. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Mga powerhug-an sessions namin ni Mika. Kinakalma namin ang isa't isa. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ang pag tititigan namin ni Kel sa Cafeteria. :"&gt; At si Inner Kel narin. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Si Tawa Sa Sulok Meg. Otot Pia. At Masarap Awayin Pero Joke Lang Tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. TRIPPERS. Ang mga taong kahit na saang landas ako maligaw, tinatanggap parin ako ng buong puso :"&gt; Hay. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Yung pag tulog ng mga 3 AM na dahil nagpalamon muna sa Multiply, YM, Youtube at kung ano ano pa bago mag start ng HW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Yung mga after school practices na wala namang pinapatunguhan kundi pag chicismisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pagiging officer at pag aattend ng Leadership training. It's fun to boss around :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na mag reminisce. I'm sure there are still a lot of stuff waiting to be listed here. I'm just too sleepy to remember them. Ayoko na maging senti =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UST. Please welcome me with open arms. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-7994755676033565227?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/7994755676033565227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/chemistry-was-crazy-from-get-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/7994755676033565227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/7994755676033565227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/chemistry-was-crazy-from-get-go.html' title='Chemistry was crazy from the get-go'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-2633370450042145319</id><published>2009-06-10T13:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:08:54.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just get back up when it knocks you down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;color:grey;"  &gt;Fck A(H1N1).&lt;br /&gt;Fck know-it-alls.&lt;br /&gt;Fck you for not listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;Fck you for not allowing me to do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Fck you for ruining my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Fck you because you always know better.&lt;br /&gt;Fck everything. :((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably the only thing in my head last night. I swear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;annoy the hell out of me sometimes. But hey, they're parents. They're the authorities, blablablablablah. Shizznit. Whatever :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better now. I believe that "tomorrow is another day" so I'm all smiles today. Weh =)) Srsly though, I will do whatever it takes for them to hear me. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Bro? Please :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the official trailer for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJ9afRgToxE&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;New Moon&lt;/a&gt;. I srsly can't wait for this to come out in theaters. JACOB BLAAAAAAAAAACK. @-) :xxxxx I suggest that they make the wolves look more fierce, though. :P They look huggable and cuddly to me e. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob please, wag ka na kay Bella? :D :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-2633370450042145319?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/2633370450042145319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-get-back-up-when-it-knocks-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2633370450042145319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2633370450042145319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-get-back-up-when-it-knocks-you.html' title='Just get back up when it knocks you down'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-1640462205751066259</id><published>2009-06-08T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:16:52.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pimp in me just died</title><content type='html'>WTF @ the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: Our desktop computer is finally alive, yey! \:D/&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: Some files and programs were lost. Now I have to download Limewire again. :-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been surfing the net since 9 AM today. I just stopped because I took a bath and tried to take a nap, to no avail. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I've been visiting Plurk sites for the past hour and I so regret deleting my account. :((((( I'm thinking of creating a new one (and be a sucker for karmas) or just pity myself for being so stupid as I view people's Plurk sites. I had a good number of karma pa naman! ://&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house's silence today is surprisingly deafening because my sibs are in school. I was so happy that school won't start 'til next week but on second thought, I decided it wasn't a good idea because I'll be all alone for the rest of the week. Boo! :-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the Home Visitation group to select me as their victim. Ay hindi pala pwede. =)) I think I'll take my late lunch now. &lt;s&gt;And go online again, then eat again, then go OL&lt;/s&gt;... Joke lang :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;See what we can be if we press fast foward&lt;/i&gt;. :-" \:D/&lt;br--&gt;&lt;/br--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-1640462205751066259?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/1640462205751066259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/pimp-in-me-just-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1640462205751066259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1640462205751066259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/pimp-in-me-just-died.html' title='The pimp in me just died'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-4741242954802669534</id><published>2009-06-06T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:21:30.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a sudden thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SioKlbcX18I/AAAAAAAAAB0/PlPQ-Tajwmg/s1600-h/P1070571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SioKlbcX18I/AAAAAAAAAB0/PlPQ-Tajwmg/s320/P1070571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344095545966712770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS IV-5. AS IN SUPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-4741242954802669534?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/4741242954802669534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-sudden-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4741242954802669534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4741242954802669534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-sudden-thought.html' title='Just a sudden thought'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SioKlbcX18I/AAAAAAAAAB0/PlPQ-Tajwmg/s72-c/P1070571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-2624119952020507707</id><published>2009-06-05T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:26:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the rain on your skin</title><content type='html'>Lumangoy ako pauwi ng bahay namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke lang. Muntik na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is buy-your-uniform-day. At dahil dun, napilitan akong pumunta sa UST kahit na may banta ng A(H1N1). At malay ko bang uulan nanaman no, ang araw araw na kaninang umaga e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time kong mag commute mula bahay papuntang UST na walang kasamang adult. Pinilit ko lang si Mingy na sumama sakin dahil di ko pa talaga kaya mag isa. Mamamatay ako sa boredom, inassume ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umalis kami ng bahay ng 12:30. Ang init init pa. At my golly ang haba ng biyahe. Dumating kami sa UST ng 1:45. Good luck nalang sakin sa pasukan. :)) Una kong pinuntahan yung main bldg kasi dun dati nag bebenta. Lumipat na pala. Sa kanya-kanyang bldg na nag bebenta. Edi pumunta na ko dun. Pag dating dun. NAKAKATAWA NG BONGGA. &lt;s&gt;Bawal pala pumasok ang mga naka shorts&lt;/s&gt;. Nag panic ako swear. Ayaw naman ni Ming na siya nalang yung pumasok para bumili ng blouse ko. Isip isip. Buti nalang matalino siya. Sabi niya magpalit nalang daw kami. Edi punta naman sa pinaka malapit &lt;s&gt;pero pinaka mainit&lt;/s&gt; na CR (syempre di ko alam kung yun talaga ang pinaka mainit, ano. Nag aassume nanaman ako). HA-HA talaga. Dahil napaka luwag ng pants niya sakin at syempre, napaka sikip ng shorts ko sa kanya. Pero tiniis ko na. &lt;i&gt;Live or die, NT.&lt;/i&gt; :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pagkatapos bumili ng uniform (actually, umorder palang dahil sa June 15 pa makukuha. The same day as the first day of classes. WEIRD KAYA!), I felt the urge to spend our money. Weh joke lang. Nagpasundo nalang ako kay Inay dahil ayoko na mag commute ng napaka haba. 4 pa siya matatapos. 2 palang nun. So kumain nalang kami ng Ceralicious. =p~ Nakakatawa pala pag umoorder dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ceralicious Person: Ano po sa inyo, ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;NT: Uhh.. Isang I-RONE MAN at isang MY BEST FRIEND'S PUDDING.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Hindi ko naman first time kumain dun. Pero first time na ako mismo yung umorder kaya kanina ko lang napansin na funny pala. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre after nun di pa dumadating ang 4 PM so nag lakad lakad muna kami. Ang bait talaga ng kalangitan kasi biglang umulan kung kelan naman &lt;b&gt;wala kaming dalang payong&lt;/b&gt;. Wuhoo. Yan tuloy stranded pa kami sa waiting shed shizz. Mga 30 minutes din kami dun ha. :-j Ang saya. Nung medyo tumila na, tinakbo na namin papuntang McDo. Salamat Bro! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had 105 pesos in our wallets. At dahil hindi naman kami pwedeng chumill sa labas dahil umuulan, nag stay kami sa McDo hanggang dumating si Inay. Syempre hindi naman pwedeng nakaupo lang kami dun ng walang kinakain or iniinom diba. Kaya napilitan kaming ubusin yung 105 DAHIL SWEAR ANG TAGAL NI MAMA. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero anyway. Dumating din naman siya ng mga quarter to five. Ang sakit na ng &lt;s&gt;ass&lt;/s&gt; ko nung mga panahong yun. My golly. Sinuggest ko na i-taxi nalang niya kami. Ayoko na ng jeep puhleez. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 million years kaming nag antay ng taxi sa may ospital. Bukod sa epal na pila, ang tagal dumating ng mga taxi. May dadating na isa. Tas siguro after 15 minutes dadating isa nanaman. And on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa wakas! Nakauwi din ako. Ang sakit ng buong pagkatao ko. Nag sisimula na akong atakihin ng lagnat. Sana naman wag to tumuloy sa swine flu. Please lang. Can't afford bebeh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mamamahinga&lt;/s&gt; Magpapahinga na ko. Bow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realization: Never again for shorts!! Pag pumupuntang UST :P&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Bumili ng mga pantalon. Mamigay ng ibang shorts. =)))))))&lt;br /&gt;Another note to self: Magdala ng payong tuwing aalis ka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-2624119952020507707?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/2624119952020507707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-rain-on-your-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2624119952020507707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2624119952020507707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-rain-on-your-skin.html' title='Feel the rain on your skin'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-5155716659371320391</id><published>2009-06-02T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:26:55.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SiU11CmRpII/AAAAAAAAABs/wYYDsWPFnuM/s1600-h/Photo0557A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342735718291711106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SiU11CmRpII/AAAAAAAAABs/wYYDsWPFnuM/s320/Photo0557A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ang ganda namin diyan. OKAY I JUST HAD TO POST THIS. =)))))))))))))))))) Bye.&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/7639690415490065512-5155716659371320391?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/5155716659371320391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/ang-ganda-namin-diyan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5155716659371320391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5155716659371320391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/06/ang-ganda-namin-diyan.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SiU11CmRpII/AAAAAAAAABs/wYYDsWPFnuM/s72-c/Photo0557A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-3057552474181301347</id><published>2009-05-31T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:18:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I've been facebook-ing all day. That's how bored I am. But hey, it keeps me entertained. Facebook games are love and facebook surveys are.. Random. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW VIOLENT AND ANGRY ARE YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a person with normal temper. &lt;em&gt;But you can get really angry when the situations make you or when something wrong is done with you&lt;/em&gt;. Sometimes you lose your temper when things go wrong. For example: when you have problems with people around you... when close ones don't seem to understand you....when there are difficulties at your workplace.... when you're deceived by someone.... when others interfere in your personal matters....when people try to choke you....&lt;em&gt;when you're looking for something very important but you can't find that out...&lt;/em&gt; when things are not being done the way they should be done.... when you see mismanagements happening around.....etc. That's understandable. Cause we all lose temper in these kinds of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU GONNA BE RICH, FAMOUS, OR POOR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be poor but &lt;em&gt;your heart is full of love&lt;/em&gt; and care so maybe you will make it. (WHAT THE HELL. HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS YOUR HOLLYWOOD HUSBAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney - You like the Pretty Boy. Or the boy next door. You like a man that sings you love songs. And &lt;em&gt;makes you feel like your worth all the money in the world&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH DISNEY CHANNEL CELEBRITY ARE YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus - You are pretty, but can turn into a full blown-out tomboy when you need to! (: You're crazy...fun...and adventurous! &lt;em&gt;You love your friends, family, and...boyfriend! you take out your feelings from breakups in writing and talking with the closest friends!&lt;/em&gt; even when you're somewhere big, popular, and expensive, &lt;em&gt;you remember where you came from&lt;/em&gt;! you're a daddy's girl and....well....anybody would describe you as CRAZY!!! (WOWEE. I LOVE MILEY! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT TYPE OF FUNNY ARE YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't funny at all. People often misunderstand your humour &lt;em&gt;thinking you're just a bitch, which is often the case&lt;/em&gt;. Your heros include House, Dr Cox and any emo-north shore teen wearing a T-shirt saying &lt;em&gt;"Sarcasm: it beats killing people".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FUTURE OCCUPATION?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are going to be a lawyer - You love to argue and your not afraid to go to great lengths to prove a point. You are very hard-headed, but weather guilty or innocent you would stick with you client until the end. (UGH. Sabi ko na nga ba eeeee. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinost ko lang yung mga sakto sakin yung results. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-3057552474181301347?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/3057552474181301347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3057552474181301347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3057552474181301347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-1391131657251464412</id><published>2009-05-30T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:02:39.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know my ABC, next time won't you sing with me?</title><content type='html'>A. Arriane Abanto&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you love this person? - Yuh yuh&lt;br /&gt;2) Is this person your enemy? - Nooooope&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you kiss this person? - Oks lang :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Borj Patricia&lt;br /&gt;1) What do you really think of this person? - Baby ko foreverr :))&lt;br /&gt;2) What’s their favourite colour? - Yellow and Grey. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever danced with them? - Embassy. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Claire Marcelo&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you have a crush on this person? - Nu-uh :))))&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever had a crush on them? - No&lt;br /&gt;3) How old are they? - 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Dana Gozum&lt;br /&gt;1) How long have you known him/her? - Since 3rd year&lt;br /&gt;2) Biggest regret? - Ha?&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you hate this person? - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Eydz Alvarez&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you met their parents? - Op corz&lt;br /&gt;2) Worst thing about this person? - Doormat ni ANO =))&lt;br /&gt;3) Best thing about this person? - She's my bes. Need I say more? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Francesca Espiritu&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you ever dated this person? - YUH. =)))) Sa ice cream house dati. Para lang tawagan si Sir Macky. LMAO. =)))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;2) When is the next time you will see him/her? - Pag may pasok na. Sana! :D&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you go to school with them? - Yeheeeez :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Gracia Concepcion =))&lt;br /&gt;1) Are they a good listener? - Yeah&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever lied to this person? - Di naman.&lt;br /&gt;3) Is this person nice? - Oo naman! Papa ko yan e :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. hAgnes Alcira (Pinilit e!)&lt;br /&gt;1) What grade are they in? - College freshie, bebeh :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Is he/she your best friend? - Close friend. Kapamilya :D&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever done something illegal with this person? - Kumain sa classroom :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Issa Gonzalez&lt;br /&gt;1) What is this person’s favourite food? - Di ko alam :)))&lt;br /&gt;2) How did you meet this person? - Classmate po, sir&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you trust them? - Sure sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Joy Siriban&lt;br /&gt;1) Do they have any siblings? - Madameeee&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you know their favourite song? - That's What You Get? :))&lt;br /&gt;3) What would you do if they confessed they liked you? - HAHA. I like you too, babe :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Kdee Barreiro&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you first met? - Fourteen&lt;br /&gt;2) How did you meet? - Classmate&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever danced with this person? - Fo sho! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. Leana Tiu!&lt;br /&gt;1) What would you do if you had never met this person? - Walang sexybackers at toujours.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you like him/her? - SUUUUUURE! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you go to Disney World with this person? - Why not ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Mika Pangilinan&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person older than you? - Nope&lt;br /&gt;2) Is this person single? - Taken by Joe Jonas, sir :))&lt;br /&gt;3) How many times do you talk to them in a week? - Reply-an lang sa GB sa Multip :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. Nick Jonas&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person your boyfriend? - Sometimes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you seen this person cry? - Not yet&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you know this person’s middle name? - Still Google-ing it :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you related? - No&lt;br /&gt;2) Could you live with this person? - Feel ko ayoko :))&lt;br /&gt;3) What school do they go to? - Ask Wikipedia :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Pia Santos&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you ever been to the mall with this person? - Yezzir&lt;br /&gt;2) How about a sleepover with them? - Retreats, oo. Tulog forever siya e :))&lt;br /&gt;3) Does this person have a job? - None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Q-ristine Santos (Sarreh pinilit ulet :P)&lt;br /&gt;1) Does this person drink alcohol? - Yuh&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you seen this person dance - YEHEZ! Trinity trix!&lt;br /&gt;3) Where do they work? - Wala pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Rona Po&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you heard this person sing? - Onaman! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you think this person will repost this? - No kasi di naman niya to makikita :))&lt;br /&gt;3) What's one thing you would change about this person? - Wala naaaaaaa. I love her just the way she is. Yehez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Sandra Celis&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person taller than you? - Yes I think&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you enjoy spending time with him/her? - Oo! Laughtripz&lt;br /&gt;3) Do they live close to you? - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. Trixie Conlu&lt;br /&gt;1) Would you do anything for him/her? - OF CORZ!&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you been to his/her house? - A lot of times :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you like this person? - Yeah mehn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U. Ulanday, Tel&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person in a relationship? - Ewan ko lang :))&lt;br /&gt;2) When is the last time you saw him/her? - March 25&lt;br /&gt;3) What colour hair does this person have? - Black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. Victoria Almazan&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you see this person a lot? - Sa school. At pag nagtititigan sa cafeteria :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When did you meet her/him? - 1st year pero di pa kami close nun. 3rd year classmates kami :D&lt;br /&gt;3) Is this person your friend? - Op corz. Babe ko pa nga e :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. Warmela Balitaan (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person loud or quiet? - Depends :P&lt;br /&gt;2) Name a friend that both of you are close to? - JoySi&lt;br /&gt;3) What colour eyes does this person have? - Brown? Joke. Black? Ewan :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X. kryXtabel Manliclic (Sarreh, sarreh)&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you friends with him/her? - Yuh-huh&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever gone anywhere with them? - Yezzir. Outbound and the like :))&lt;br /&gt;3) What is one thing you would change about them? - Wala nahmun :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y. Yayo Torres :)))))&lt;br /&gt;1) Does this person wear make-up? - Yeah mehn&lt;br /&gt;2) Does this person play any instruments? - HA! No&lt;br /&gt;3) What is their favourite sport? - Vball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. Zac Efron&lt;br /&gt;1) Does this person have MSN? - Probably&lt;br /&gt;2) Ever gone shopping with him/her? - Someday :&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When will you see this person next? - Pag nanood ng 17 again or HSM :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-1391131657251464412?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/1391131657251464412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-i-know-my-abc-next-time-wont-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1391131657251464412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1391131657251464412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-i-know-my-abc-next-time-wont-you.html' title='Now I know my ABC, next time won&apos;t you sing with me?'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-4970267035897003104</id><published>2009-05-25T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:38:21.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>2 weeks. 2 weeks left until college officially starts. 2 more weeks of praying that everything will be okay. 2 weeks left for me to wish that my social life would still be intact when classes start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ranting about college stuff even before summer started. I always say I'm not ready to let go just yet and up to now, with only 2 weeks left, it still holds true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time and repeat my senior year all over again, I think I would gladly do it. But I guess my batchmates and classmates won't do the same thing. Hello, medyo hell kaya ang 4th year. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of reflecting and thinking, I realized how much I wasted my life as a senior. I swear I could've spent more time with my friends especially with that person who was in front of me all along but I kept looking away so I wasn't able to see her. :)) SAYANG E. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a number of regrets, really. That's probably why I'm so stubborn to accept the fact that it's over. I'll be starting my new life soon. Since evryone seems to have accepted it, might as well try and do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, when I try (so hard) to move on and welcome the idea that I'll be in a new world in a matter of weeks, something inside me keeps on pulling me back. I know it sounds weird. &lt;em&gt;It is weird actually&lt;/em&gt;. But that's just exactly how it is. I can't stop the blackhole-like feeling because the force is just too strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound melodramatic anymore. This will be the last post (hopefully) I'll make about this moving on thing. I swear I'll keep everything to myself and just suck it up. :)) Obviously, nothing really exciting is happening to me so I just keep on posting about emo stuff. I'm so sorry. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next blog entries will be about happy stuff. I promise. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-4970267035897003104?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/4970267035897003104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4970267035897003104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/4970267035897003104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-6407052176763904053</id><published>2009-05-24T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:19:01.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom boom pow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#181818;"&gt;Through it all, I've made my mistakes. I'll stumble and fall but I mean these words. I want you to know, with everything, I won't let this go. These words are my heart and soul. I'll hold on to this moment, you know. As I bleed my heart out to show and I won't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am a strong girl. I am a strong girl. I am a strong girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 1 million times or until you realize that you're not really strong at niloloko mo lang sarili mo pero you need to pretend because that's just how the way things will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it? Good. Go girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama na ang ka-emohan. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, Meg, Mariza, and Kdee. First day niyo na bukas. Bago kayo tumapak sa kakaibang mundo ng ka-conyohan, gusto ko sanang iutos na wag niyo kalimutan ang ating mga pinagsamahan. Wag niyo rin ako kalimutan. Mahirap yatang mag hanap ng tulad ko. HAHAHA. Syempre joke yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan ko nang lumayas sa harap ng computer. Nakakinis kasi hindi talaga eto yung totoong computer namin. Yung totoong computer, ayun, nilalamon ng virus. :/ Sana talaga gumaling na siya dahil namimiss ko na siya. Ayoko to e, hindi kami close. So anyway, irregular ang pag oonline ko ngayong mga susunod na araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching Kwento Nating Dalawa. Ang gwapo talaga ni papa Ryan. Kaso wala na, &lt;s&gt;kasal&lt;/s&gt; na siya e. Naaaliw naman ako sa kwento nila. Someday, maffeature din ang kasal ko. Mas bongga pa jan. HULUL. :)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judy Anne: *talking to Yohan* Are you pretty?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yohan: No! I'm gorgeous!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahayz. Bitchettang bata e. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong araw, natutunan kong magpahalaga sa mga magulang ko. I mean, I know that already pero mas narealize ko yun ngayon. Kahit na super pagod sila sa trabaho, talagang sinisikap nilang ibigay lahat ng gusto namin. Hiyehes! Walang connection yung realization ko sa entry ko e. But seriously, papagbutihin ko talaga ang pag aaral ko. Kasi alam kong dun lang ako makakabawi sa kanila. K pwede na ko manahimik. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey you. Sana marealize mo kung gano kita ka-namimiss. Umayos ka please.&lt;/i&gt; :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-6407052176763904053?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/6407052176763904053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/boom-boom-pow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/6407052176763904053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/6407052176763904053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/boom-boom-pow.html' title='Boom boom pow'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-924904734403257217</id><published>2009-05-23T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:21:17.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, &lt;em&gt;the harder it becomes to know what to say&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;how to ask for what we really need&lt;/strong&gt;. -Grey's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To the people who visit my blog and wonder where the tagboard is, you can find it if you click on the words at the upper part of your screen :)) Ganun lang po ka-kumplikado. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-924904734403257217?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/924904734403257217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/924904734403257217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/924904734403257217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/communication.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-7519277193630360333</id><published>2009-05-22T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:10:59.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience should be my virtue</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I need to learn, that is to wake up early without being bangag or grouchy. Anyway, enrollment kanina so I really had to wake up early. Di ko nga alam kung bat may gana pa kong mag blog at this time e. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa pinsan kong super tiyaga na sumama sakin sa buong araw. Mycx, I owe you one. Pag may kotse na ko, ikaw naman ang ipapasyal ko. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1: Please come on time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hindi siya nangyare kasi nga hindi ko talent ang gumising ng maaga at kumilos ng mabilis. Feeling ko kasi STC lang ang UST. Hindi talaga. Hinding hindi. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2: Check your schedule (to be seen at your respective bldgs) so that your PE class would coincide with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pumunta na kami sa Eng Bldg. Surprise! Wala dun yung shed ng freshies. Todo hanap pa kami kasi yun ang nakalagay sa instructions e (I know how to follow :P). Sabi nung guard, nasa Seminary Gymnasium daw yung pang freshmen. So.. off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3: Lumakad habang tirik na tirik ang araw papuntang Seminary Gymnasium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:20 AM palang ng mga panahong to pero nagagalit na ang init ni Mr Sun. Di ko na kinakaya ang mga pangyayari dito palang. Pero syempre I'm not one to give up. :)) Bumili muna ng Biggie sa Wendy's para lumamig ang paligid. Nung papunta sa Gym, nakasalubong ko pa si Manel. Akala pa niya nanay ko si Mycx. Sige lang =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4: Choose your sport.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, nakarating narin kami sa labas ng Gym. Medyo inanalyze ko talaga yung pipiliin kong PE dahil hindi ko pa alam schedule ko (wala kasing naka post, swear). Nang hula lang ako. Softball women, Monday 1-3 PM. Go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5: Submit conforme thing at the entrance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pumili ng PE course, I confidently went to the gates of the freakin' gym. Pinakita ko na yung conforme ko (with confidence ha!) at cheran! Pahiya ako. Kasi walang pirma ng parent ko. Panic at the disco ako kasi umalis si Mycx, nag lakwacha. Ang dami ko pang naisip gawin, sabay sabay. Di ko tuloy alam kung ano ang tama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Tawagan si Mycx at pag panggapin na siya yung guardian ko.&lt;br /&gt;B. Tawagan si Mama at papuntahin siya sa UST (galing Intramuros) para pumirma.&lt;br /&gt;C. Tawagan si Papa at papuntahin siya sa UST (galing Makati) para pumirma.&lt;br /&gt;D. Wag na mag enroll at ipang shopping nalang yung perang hawak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre yung pinaka madali pinili ko, choice A. To the rescue naman si Ganda. :)) Habang pumipirma siya, nakita ko pa si EX (so, step 5.1, avoid ex at all costs). Anyway, nakumpleto na yung pirma so pinapasok na nila ako ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 6: Umupo sa labas ng gym at mag intay ng go signal para pumasok.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko naman smooth flowing na ang mga pangyayari once I got past those gates. Hindi pala. May limited number of people lang pala na pwede pumasok sa gym so kailangan naming pumila. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Ang tagal ha. Ang init pa. And if there's one strange thing I noticed, at di ko alam kung praning lang ako, outnumbered ng male species ang girls. It's either di ako sanay makakita ng malaking number of guys or totoo talaga yung hinala ko. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nag iintay, may nakatabi ako. Di ko alam pangalan niya. Let's call him White Guy. Kausap siya ng kausap sakin. Tanong ng tanong ng kung ano ano. Parang ako, &lt;em&gt;dude, your guess is as good as mine&lt;/em&gt;. Pero syempre di ko pwede sabihin yun so nagpaka gentle woman naman ako at sinagot ko lahat ng tanong niya kahit na nung nag tetext ako ay tinatry niya maki chismis sa tinetext ko (and not in a subtle way, mind you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang tagal talaga ng mga pangyayari, nagpatugtog ng Jai Ho via the megaphone yung mga nagbabantay sa entrance. At dahil favorite song ko yun, medyo napapasayaw at napapakanta na ko. Kaso humirit yung isang nag babantay, &lt;em&gt;"Akala niyo ba enrollment to? Audition to ng Pinoy Big Brother! O game, sayaw na!"&lt;/em&gt;. I wished he was serious. Gusto ko sumayaw at kumanta nung mga panahong yun. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 7: Pumasok sa Gym and get everything over with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang step, PE. Okay na yun kasi nakapili na ko. Malay ko bang wala akong pasok every Monday ano. Sabi tuloy nung helpful girl sakin, mag tuesday nalang daw ako. Edi sige :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bumaba ng stage, may ROTC enlistment. Syempre game ako dun so kumuha ako ng form. Pwede naman daw fill up-an yun after nung enrollment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos assessment shizz na. Ayun at nakita ko na ang &lt;a href="http://superniicole.multiply.com/journal/item/158/Suicide._Translation_1st_Sem_Schedule"&gt;schedule&lt;/a&gt; ko. Nakakabliw siya, yun lang masasabi ko. : Pagkatpos nun, nagbayad na ko. I don't know how to handle cheques well so nung nagpa sign sila ng bank copy whatever, tinignan ko lang yung papel for 5 minutes not knowing what to do. :)) In the end, nanghula lang ako. Pero tama naman. Haha! Super nakaka kaba mag sulat sa cheque kasi bawal ang erasures, clumsy pa naman ako sa pag susulat :P So finally, panahon na para kunin ang OR at lumabas ng gym. ENROLLED NA KO! Taga UST na ko, for real :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 8: Fill up-an ang ROTC form at isubmit sa ROTC place behind the grandstand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nakalabas na ko ng gym. Sayang, aircon dun e. Sa labas super duper hooooot : Umupo kami sa somewhere para masulatan na yung form. Edi sulat all the way lang ako. Medyo nag panic ako nung tinatanong yung blood type kasi di ko talaga alam yung sakin. I texted my mom AND dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: Parents! Ano blood type ko?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Sorry I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours..&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Sorry I wasn;t able to reply. Di ko alam `nak. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So syempre di ko inintay mag reply si Mama :)) Nilagay ko nalang "O". Bahala na si Bro. Kung maaksidente man ako, wag sana silang mag sasalin agad ng Type O. Kasi baka hindi pala yun yung blood type ko. Patay ako. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pag dating namin sa ROTC place, may guy na nag bukas ng door. In fairnessssss, may itsura siya so medyo napatulala muna kami. Pero nakapag move on na kami agad kasi umalis na siya. :)) Nagulat ako kasi puro lalaki yung nandun. At gentlemen naman sila kasi pinauna na nila ako. Pero pagkakita ko dub sa listahan ang dami rin palang babae. Inattempt ko pa hanapin yung mga pangalan nila Mika at Tin pero may nakapila pa. :)) Sinukatan narin ako ng uniform dun. 28 daw yung waistline ko. Panic at the disco nanaman ako. Yun pala hindi waistline yung tinutukoy nila. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 9: Pumunta sa Main Building para sa uniform at ID pic taking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating namin sa main building, naligaw na agad kami. Di na kasi namin inalala mag basa ng instructions or signs. Buti nalang ang galing ko. Weh. So pagdating sa pilahan para sa uniform, medyo di naman mahaba so go na kami. Kaso lunch break pala hanggang 1:30. E 12:45 palang nun. Ayoko pa magpakamatay so nagpa ID pic muna kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shizz talaga. Ang pangit ko lang sa ID pic. I won't show anyone my ID, I swear. Nakakatakot. Bawal pala mag earrings dun! Ang arte ha. :)) Pero congrats me dahil nag suklay naman ako before maganap ang lahat. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 10: KUMAIN NG LUNCH. WOOOOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisig and Coke is LOVE :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 11: Bumalik na sa UST Main Building para sa uniform&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik kami sa loob ng UST na refreshed at happy dahil busog na kami. Pagpasok namin sa Main Bldg, WHOA PARE. Todo na yung pila. Halos parang pila na sa Wowowee audience entrance or PBB auditions. Hindi ko pinangarap pumasok sa PBB or makita si Will kaya nag desisyon akong wag na munang bumili ng blouse. Bahala na si Bro. Makakabili din ako nun :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 12: Pumunta ng mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hindi ko na ikkwento ang mga naganap sa mall dahil napaka haba na ng entry ko =)) Just to sum it all up, bumili ako ng pants para masabi ko namang bumili ako ng uniform kahit pano. Tapos syempre kumain nanaman kami. Napagdesisyunan din namin na manood ng sine. Night At The Museum 2 ang napag tripan namin. Natuwa ako, in fairness. May special appearance pa ang Jonas Brothers. ANG CUTE NILA SUHWEAAAAAAR. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was how my day went. Sobrang pagod at antok ako pero di ako makatulog. Siguro may nag iisip pa sakin :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I would gain patience as the days go by. Napagtanto ko na di pwedeng mainit ulo lagi. I should learn how to keep my cool kasi wala akong papatunguhan kung lagi akong hindi chillaxed. :) Sana matutunan ko naring maging really friendly. Sana wag ako mamatay sa course na pinili ko. Sana maging masaya ako. EMOOOOO //-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-7519277193630360333?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/7519277193630360333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/patience-should-be-my-virtue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/7519277193630360333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/7519277193630360333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/patience-should-be-my-virtue.html' title='Patience should be my virtue'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-731245923572911253</id><published>2009-05-21T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:31:35.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper hearts can't win this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=1 color=#181818&gt;I'll do whatever it takes to turn this around. I know what's at stake, I know that I've let you down. And if you give me a chance, believe that I can change. I'll keep us together whatever it takes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Please wag sanang kumalat A(H1N1). :-s Ayoko pa mamatay. Ayoko pa mamatayan. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrollment tomorrow. Ayoko gumising ng maaga. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-731245923572911253?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/731245923572911253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/paper-hearts-cant-win-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/731245923572911253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/731245923572911253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/paper-hearts-cant-win-this-time.html' title='Paper hearts can&apos;t win this time'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-3116075627153542368</id><published>2009-05-19T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:38:28.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill time</title><content type='html'>Do you still have any attachments with an ex?&lt;br /&gt;- No sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person who has your heart at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;- Nasa puso ko :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone who lived in another state?&lt;br /&gt;- Try :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you said you were fine, but really weren't?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;Oh let's see. I always do that so... I can't keep track =))&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHAHA. Class party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you friends with your ex?&lt;br /&gt;- Hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you spend your summer with last year?&lt;br /&gt;- Trippers (review) and Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your last ex have a job?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever drank alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;- Rubbing alcohol is the shizz, man =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you say "fuck" today?&lt;br /&gt;- No I probably forgot to. Fuck. Now I said it =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe true love can conquer anything?&lt;br /&gt;- Let me think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear what you are wearing today for a specific reason?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite game as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- Tumbang preso is the shizz :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- Pancit canton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah :-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;- Last saturday? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Bakit di pa chumuchuva si choorooroo :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost friends in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't really know. What a friend e no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first time you kissed the last boy/girl you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever given your all to someone who walked away?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever laid on a bed and stayed there for no reason at all?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, always :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate being the first person to start a conversation?&lt;br /&gt;- Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pills do you take a day?&lt;br /&gt;- Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;- HSM 2 =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Stayed up until 3 AM :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did you stay out?&lt;br /&gt;- Didn't go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you won a million dollars, what would be your first thought?&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings out the worst in you?&lt;br /&gt;- "Blame it on the a-a-alcohol" - Jaime Foxx :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many friends do you have that don't smoke?&lt;br /&gt;- A lot, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were really destructive as a child, were you?&lt;br /&gt;- YES &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people call themselves artistic, what about you?&lt;br /&gt;- No :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted place, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is talking smack about you behind your back?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't care, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;br /&gt;- A little bit of both :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you stop liking the last person you liked?&lt;br /&gt;- Because she's a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;fugly biatch&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a quote from the song you are listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't sleep til you're next to me, no I can't live without you no more. Oh I stay up til you're next to me 'til this house feels like it did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text say?&lt;br /&gt;- "Hanggang ngayoooooooon? :(" -Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last missed call?&lt;br /&gt;- Tita Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;- Arriane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you cry last?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHAHAHA :-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;- I ate a cupcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a meaning behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like vitamin water?&lt;br /&gt;- Haven't tasted it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of people who have sex before marriage?&lt;br /&gt;- No comment :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a pair of green pants?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you more independent or dependent?&lt;br /&gt;- Independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months from now will you be in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- I hope so :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that what comes around goes around?&lt;br /&gt;- Not always?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite fruit?&lt;br /&gt;- Grapes :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you were mad at?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm still mad at her so... Please just curl up and die. Labo :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Money :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;- Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last song to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- None that I remember of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone love you?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;- Bum around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your best friend pretty?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course, like me :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the one thing that's getting you through the week?&lt;br /&gt;- Si ano.. :&gt; Weh lul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;- Yung mga panahon na may pasok pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;br /&gt;- It depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is one place you want to visit?&lt;br /&gt;- Spain beybeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite thing to have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;- Hotdog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Zero greed and corruption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had plans and broke them?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;- Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lead people on?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHAHA. I don't know :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you jealous of?&lt;br /&gt;- Secret :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a lover or fighter?&lt;br /&gt;- A little bit of both ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in front of you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What/who can always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- Friends. Myself? Weh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s 1st on your top and why?&lt;br /&gt;- What? /:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever given your all to someone who walked away?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;- Onaman :&gt; Weh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you know you should hate, but you can’t?&lt;br /&gt;- None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone as more than a friend right now?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHA :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="akosimico" is_pmrepliable="1" author_possessive="akosimico's"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has anything happened to you within the past month that has made you really angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yes. Last Monday to be exact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slow danced with someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you could go back one month and change something would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you laughed really hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Last Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at your cell phone do you usually have a message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own personal diary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No. Blog :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to the tanning bed on a regular basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you work out on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I think I should but.. No :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you decide to wear the outfit you wore today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yun yung unang clothes na nasa taas ng pile e :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on your period right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you dyslexic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you currently need to buy? If so, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gift =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten alcohol poisoning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your last ex still someone you care about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ew no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that your first love affects the way you go on with life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Uh.. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your parents force you to go to church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you prefer a kiss on the hand or neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Neck :&gt; HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed a blonde haired, blue eyed person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the year only consisted of two seasons, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Summer and.. Uh.. Summer =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tita Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a guy ever let you wear his jacket?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy wearing dresses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sometimes ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you usually chew on a stick of gum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Depende sa mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat raw cookie dough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color did you last paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Glittery white =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Kill you =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on between you and the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;She's my mom. That's what's going on =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ayos lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to say anything to someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;HAHAHA. Onaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do small children like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don't know :-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you miss right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Trips, Family, IV5, STC people, blablah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anyone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yezz :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get a lip tattoo? What would it say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with one leg out from under the cover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sometimes =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person you saw other than your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trips and choorooroos :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you and your best friend look anything alike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Oo daw :))&lt;br /&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/7639690415490065512-3116075627153542368?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/3116075627153542368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/kill-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3116075627153542368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3116075627153542368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/kill-time.html' title='Kill time'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-6064409372562335298</id><published>2009-05-19T18:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:08:00.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep 'til you're next to me</title><content type='html'>Because I think the risk I'm thinking of taking can't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Y!M:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nicole Torres: Hi &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sir&lt;/span&gt;! :)) Nakita ko po kayo sa Pinoy Bingo Night. :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Geom&lt;/span&gt;: hindi ba ko mukhang wanted? haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Torres: Hindi naman. Ang saya niyo ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a po e. :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Geom&lt;/span&gt;: kaya siguro panay ang focus ng camera sakin. haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Torres: Sayang may naunang bumingo kesa sa inyo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Geom&lt;/span&gt;: kaya nga eh. after that naka 3 episodes pa ko kaso wala talagang swerte eh. haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Torres: Okay lang yun. At least masaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; yung experience :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Geom&lt;/span&gt;: oo nga eh i enjoyed it naman. musta ka na? san ka na mag aaral?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Torres: UST na ko. Chemical Engineering. Nakakatakot :))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Geom&lt;/span&gt;: kaya mo yan! b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;asta mag focus ka lang. good luck ha! keep in touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAAAAAAAAY. This is so funny (and so :"&gt;) I want to die. =))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is worth blogging about because every stinking day is the same. :| Maybe I'll make a decent post tomorrow.. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/ShKUKt46ckI/AAAAAAAAABU/xGP8ZbPqDjM/s1600-h/UU8sftjMcjp3gx4zaYrvP0Spo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/ShKUKt46ckI/AAAAAAAAABU/xGP8ZbPqDjM/s320/UU8sftjMcjp3gx4zaYrvP0Spo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337491420225368642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This freaked the hell out of me. =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/ShKgnvbBonI/AAAAAAAAABc/XeikHLyGQyM/s1600-h/5r55h4pwbn59w81p3XXevFnco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/ShKgnvbBonI/AAAAAAAAABc/XeikHLyGQyM/s320/5r55h4pwbn59w81p3XXevFnco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337505112992621170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note to self: Please bear in mind that this is not Tumblr so it would be weird if you keep on posting these kinds of photos :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Totoo naman kasi yang picture na yan e. I need to start fixing my body clock. :))))&lt;br /&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/7639690415490065512-6064409372562335298?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/6064409372562335298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-i-think-risk-im-thinking-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/6064409372562335298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/6064409372562335298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-i-think-risk-im-thinking-of.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep &apos;til you&apos;re next to me'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/ShKUKt46ckI/AAAAAAAAABU/xGP8ZbPqDjM/s72-c/UU8sftjMcjp3gx4zaYrvP0Spo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-8461381509113407146</id><published>2009-05-17T09:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:40:15.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You will always be a part of me :&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sg9p93hGkTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uyf9BpXjruw/s1600-h/DSC03868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sg9p93hGkTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uyf9BpXjruw/s320/DSC03868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600595053056306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sg9qGLKub-I/AAAAAAAAABE/-cipygkIqGI/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sg9qGLKub-I/AAAAAAAAABE/-cipygkIqGI/s320/DSC00581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336600737766862818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIDZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything started in the playpen we used to share. And now, after 17 years, I want to let you know that nothing has changed and will ever change. We may have our trying times but we always find a way to be best friends again. :)) Sorry wala akong gift sayo. Siomai nalang. * At tska kiss. MWAH. :* I love Ü! Seryoso. EÜ! =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Bata palang bangag na ko. :P&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Parang mag on lang tayo e.. NAT! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] Nilalait ko yung mga epal singers sa isa kong post, e ako din pala may mali. I wrote we're instead of were. Sarreh. :))&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/7639690415490065512-8461381509113407146?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/8461381509113407146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-will-always-be-part-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8461381509113407146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8461381509113407146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-will-always-be-part-of-me.html' title='You will always be a part of me :&gt;'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sg9p93hGkTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uyf9BpXjruw/s72-c/DSC03868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-3146441848670296410</id><published>2009-05-16T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:15:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny How</title><content type='html'>This is what late reaction means. :)) Ngayong araw ko lang napagtanto na hindi na ko makakabalik pa ng STC as a student. Siguro I may come back as a teacher (aw, hell no :| :)) ) or as my sibs' fetcher pero as the HS girl wearing the inverted blouse and pleated (pleated nga ba yun? :P) skirt? Not anymore. :(( Totoo na to. Graduate na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already feel like a grown-up, though. I was the one who enrolled my sisters and bought their books. Not from my own money, of course. :P Pina-experience lang ni Tita Y sakin ang maging ate. And of course, the attempt was successful. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo nainsulto lang ako kanina nung bumibili ako ng libro sa Phoenix ha. Akala nung lalaki dun 2nd year palang ako. Shizz. Ganun na ba ako ka-liit? But then.. It also means that I don't look so old. :&gt; But I really want to look like a dalaga sometimes. :| And because of that, I told him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Um, hindi po kasi ako yung 2nd year e. College na po ako. College"&lt;/span&gt;. Sinong mayabang? =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, really. It was funny that we thought time would freeze. Obviously di pa talaga ako ready mag move on. Pero I'm sure I'll get over it. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-3146441848670296410?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/3146441848670296410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3146441848670296410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/3146441848670296410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-how.html' title='Funny How'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-7574766638441960517</id><published>2009-05-15T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:38:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5:30 AM is shizz</title><content type='html'>Lorena Joy. Thank you thank you thank you for all the HTML tutorials. I'm really learning so fast. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I tried the let's-not-sleep-and-wait-until-the-sun-rises thing until well, today. :)) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kung di lang dahil sa.. :&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks nalang to Rizal because he kept me awake. I'm re-reading Noli and this time, I'm going for the English version. Oo na, nerdy na. :)) Curious lang naman. And I really liked Noli back in High school (Yuck, feel na feel na yung pagka College e no. Noooooooot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is what I look like today: -_-. Syempre I &lt;s&gt;can't&lt;/s&gt; won't sleep in. My parents will deifintely kill me. :)) I sweaaaaaaar 5:30 AM is shizz. Di ko na kasi kinaya e, kaya natulog na ko ng 5:30. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching SIS yesterday because I wanted to see David Archie. I don't really like him okay. I was just, again, curious. David Cook still has my heart. :)) but Archie is really adorable, though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to the Kapuso people out there, but GMA really sucks. Nilagay nila sa kahihiyan ang Pilipinas. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Archie: So, how long have you been singing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Epal singer: Well.. I started singing when I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; 9 and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;AYM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; like, 20 plu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Archie: Wow! You guys were so amazing! I feel so stupid right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Epal girl singers: *talking to the hosts* Um, we have a request.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Can we kiss him?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; :"&gt;:"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*cricket sounds*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEW. Please kill me. x| And as if that wasn't enough, nag guest pa siya sa OMG, &lt;s&gt;EAT BULAGA&lt;/s&gt;. :((((( Nakakaiyak. EB is like the worst noon time show ever. I'm sorry sa mga kapuso. Opinion ko lang naman. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm hearing na David C will be EB's next guest. Omg they better be good. They can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;corrupt&lt;/span&gt; Cookie too. :-s I was planning on waiting for him, actually. But I can't really stand watching that show. ANG LAKI TALAGA NG GALIT E NO. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I'll be watching, GMA. Humanda kayo. &gt;:) Weh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-7574766638441960517?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/7574766638441960517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/530-am-is-shizz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/7574766638441960517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/7574766638441960517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/530-am-is-shizz.html' title='5:30 AM is shizz'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-2959610820528764450</id><published>2009-05-12T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:15:26.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my first friend on my first day of my first year in High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sgj2bIelg2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/LL-XO5FE700/s1600-h/haha11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sgj2bIelg2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/LL-XO5FE700/s320/haha11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334784704613024610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KDEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you from the BUTTOM of my heart. :) Thank you for always being there, and for being happy when I'm happy, too.  Happiness and success, wish ko para sayo. :&gt; Yihee. Be a good girl :) You know I'm always here for you. :&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/7639690415490065512-2959610820528764450?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/2959610820528764450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-my-first-friend-on-my-first-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2959610820528764450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/2959610820528764450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-my-first-friend-on-my-first-day-of.html' title='For my first friend on my first day of my first year in High School'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/Sgj2bIelg2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/LL-XO5FE700/s72-c/haha11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-5678909374176820021</id><published>2009-05-08T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:22:40.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DI PA KO READY MAG MOVE ON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bat ganun? Parang lahat ng tao nakapag move on na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Why am I the only one standing stranded on the same ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;? =)) Hindi pa ko handa, swear. Iniisip ko palang, kinkabahan na ko. Excited, yes. Pero may kaba factor parin e. Parang mali ano? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Di pa ko ready mag college. :)))) Parang lahat ng tao excited na. They're forever posting their scheds and block shizz and whatever. BAKIT AKO HINDIIIIIII? Alam ko na. Kasi di pa ko nag eenroll. =))))))) As far as I know, pang umaga ako. Yun lang. At Chem Eng ang course ko. 7 ata yung section ko. YUN LANG. Ang loser ko. Di ko nga alam kung tatanggapin ba ko sa ROTC e. :)) pero gusto ko mag RO, swear. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alam ko kung sinong karamay ko sa I'm-not-yet-ready-for-college thing na to. Si MIKA at si TRIXIE. Yoohoo. Paramdam naman kayo. Join me and my nerves as we start the countdown. =)))) Whuuuut. Oo nalang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay. I just had to say that. Kasi swear. Ayoko paaaaaaa. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-5678909374176820021?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/5678909374176820021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/di-pa-ko-ready-mag-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5678909374176820021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/5678909374176820021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/di-pa-ko-ready-mag-move-on.html' title='DI PA KO READY MAG MOVE ON.'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-1017452453869139028</id><published>2009-05-07T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:23:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bobo ba ko? Oo! :)) Kasi I can't fix this effin' blog. If only Joy was online, I'm sure she would help me. ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy, sooner or later papasukin mo tong acct ko. And then you'll see this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I love you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Uuy, aayusin na niya. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-1017452453869139028?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/1017452453869139028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/bobo-ba-ko-oo-kasi-i-cant-fix-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1017452453869139028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/1017452453869139028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/bobo-ba-ko-oo-kasi-i-cant-fix-this.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639690415490065512.post-8481507268522408081</id><published>2009-05-06T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:01:30.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blame my stupid hormones. Now I have a blog. =)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639690415490065512-8481507268522408081?l=nicoletorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/feeds/8481507268522408081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8481507268522408081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639690415490065512/posts/default/8481507268522408081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletorres.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04894024843132314279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlqWrh9y10E/SkHBSMcWhQI/AAAAAAAAACg/omNTMaZr-ms/S220/IMG-7225.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
