<?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-8572424364872816581</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:50:55.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the kid's mosh pit.</title><subtitle type='html'>SOCCER.frenchiees.MCCAYD`S.DQ.MOVIES.friends.fam. : )</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ayraaa Ong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t268/squeakyclean_a/081707010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572424364872816581.post-239511672852382167</id><published>2008-02-16T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:47:54.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotlikethesun.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/90/2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the dilly-oh.Lately, things are not going as planned. Let me expound on that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wednesday, 021308:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was our &lt;em&gt;Formal Dinner &lt;/em&gt;in school. All junior students were assigned a specific task to fill for the event. I was assigned Bartender.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotlikethesun.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/90/2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I could hear the song now, &lt;em&gt;"I like the baaartenderr, ooh..."&lt;/em&gt;) okay back to the point. By the end of the night, some parents and teachers evaluated our performance. We were said to have done an &lt;strong&gt;EXCELLENT &lt;/strong&gt;job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;If we did an excellent job&lt;/em&gt;, the teacher said. &lt;em&gt;we will not have classes the next day&lt;/em&gt;. But &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS REPORTED THAT WE HAVE CLASSES THE NEXT DAY. i was thinking oh, shit. &lt;em&gt;Valetines day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I never liked valentnes day, not because i don't have a special someone, but because i find it way too cheesy. but what the hell, &lt;strong&gt;this is my point of view of Valentines Day.&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and I also didn't want to go to school the next day (VDAY) cause I was dead tired. and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't want to see unpleasant things. and get hurt eventually, by the 2 people &lt;u&gt;who im currently trying to temporarily forget.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so okay...the next day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday, 021408:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so I decided not to go to school, &lt;em&gt;^What the hell, mum knows anyways. And no one's going to take me to school, since there were no cars at home. &lt;/em&gt;Ia decided not to go to school either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had found so many things to do, which was okay, until &lt;em&gt;things turned upside down&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;By afternoon, Kenneth texted, saying that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those who didn't go to school today will get screwed tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; WHATEVS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By night I learned that ^toot ____ ^toot. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I was bummed.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Julienne im'd me saying that Lester was looking for me earlier at school, but she told him I was absent. (MORE BUMMED. *&lt;em&gt;I owe him a lot na. Depuis J'ai tourné ses offres vers le bas deux fois!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then, I was told I have to do an article for Journalism class. &lt;strong&gt;*finished at 1 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday, 021508:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been anticipating this day, since it was the last day of the 'work week' and I can't wait to rest. So, by Filipino class, ia and I went down to the academic office to surrender our phones. then read Noli. then it was Chem. discussion was okay...then snack time.:D had fun, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;until&lt;/u&gt; *Mr. Capistrano&lt;/strong&gt;(CAT TEACHER.lol)&lt;strong&gt; went to all junior sections, calling all the junior students &lt;em&gt;who were absent the day before&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;^i was included. haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we (absent students) were told that Mrs. Duran (principal) will talk to us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(my nervosity level went on high.) &lt;strong&gt;so all of us went to the gym and then Mrs. Duran said that we cut class. &lt;em&gt;*&lt;u&gt;We were charged with CUTTING OF CLASSES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the hell? &lt;em&gt;^My parents both knew that I didn't go to school and that I just stayed home! My mum was there she saw me! :p&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and also Mrs. D. said that she saw a couple of students outside school.&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;em&gt;if she saw kids out school, why not charge them na lang! Why me and Ia? We had the consent of our parents! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;*ia and i were thinking we're going to get screwed by our dads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so after the whole thing with Mrs. D. we were sent back to our classes and were asked to write an apology letter. PSH. then we had history (no teacher)-then lunch-english-geometry-after that it was dismissal. we went to the academic office to get our phones, then texted mum and dad about the charges pressed on me, they were like &lt;em&gt;*what the hell, when did you cut class? &lt;/em&gt;i was like &lt;em&gt;*i didn't! they said I cut class yesterday when I was absent!&lt;/em&gt; then &lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum was already blowing off! AHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; and dad was like &lt;em&gt;*Being absent and cutting class are two different things. &lt;/em&gt;LOL. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY MUM AND DAD.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after school, Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Justine, Ia and I went to prome to check out the movies, we were planning to watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the eye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at theatre mall, but we were late na for the last full show, so we opted for &lt;em&gt;Juno&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Jumper&lt;/em&gt;, we wanted Juno, but it was going to end at 7:30 and we were allowed only till 7, Jumper ends at 7:05... so we had to decide pa. we went to mcdonalds first for food, and saw Jude by Krispy Kreme and then at mcdnalds we saw these&lt;strong&gt; ADORABLE&lt;/strong&gt; twins! okay so at mcdonalds we ate, talk, talk, then Isabel texted asking where we were and what are our plans, we told her we'll meet her na lang *katamad mag-text.LOL. so went back to prome and met up with Armin, Ram and Isabel. They asked us about our plans and told them about seeing Jumper, Isabel was like &lt;em&gt;"Jumper is a rip-off daw."&lt;/em&gt; , so we decided to chill na lang. Ia and I *with Ram (our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bodyguard&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; lolz) first took Justine S. back to her car then bumped into Justine B. (&lt;em&gt;*yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Ram-onnnnn. yer girllll!!!!!) &lt;/em&gt;then back to prome &lt;em&gt;*for the nth time.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotlikethesun.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/90/1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i played psp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotlikethesun.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/90/1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotlikethesun.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/90/1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha. the boys wanted to play CS at 49, and ia and I wanted to learn how to play, the boys were up for teaching us, but Isabel didn't want to go cause SHE KNOWS THAT you know, &lt;strong&gt;HYUN HO was at 49 playing CS&lt;/strong&gt;, then&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Armin, Isabel, Ia, Ram and I decided to go play at timezone na lang. &lt;em&gt;*house of the dead!&lt;/em&gt; lol. then while waiting for another game, Ram and Armin were picking on me, so I did this thing which never fails to crack me up, &lt;em&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;I accidentally slap Armin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA=)) I kept saying sorry.:D then the boys decided to grab some buffalo wings. HAHAAH. then it was BUH-BYE.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572424364872816581-239511672852382167?l=tastetheocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/239511672852382167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572424364872816581&amp;postID=239511672852382167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/239511672852382167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/239511672852382167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/2008/02/heres-dilly-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayraaa Ong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t268/squeakyclean_a/081707010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572424364872816581.post-6290344037290792951</id><published>2008-01-01T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:46:57.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaaally STRANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS GAME HAS A FUNNY / CREEPY OUTCOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT READ AHEAD, JUST DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT TAKES ABOUT 3 MINUTES - WORTH A TRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. Get PEN and PAPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. WHEN CHOOSING NAMES, MAKE SURE&lt;br /&gt;THEY&lt;br /&gt;ARE REAL PEOPLE THAT YOU ACTUALLY KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd. GO WITH YOUR FIRST INSTINCTS !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Very important for good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th SCROLL DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE LINE AT THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;DON..T READ AHEAD&lt;br /&gt;otherwise&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL RUIN THE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On a blank sheet of paper, WRITE&lt;br /&gt;NUMBERS 1 through 11 in a COLUMN on the&lt;br /&gt;LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next to the NUMBERS 1 &amp;amp; 2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE DOWN ANY&lt;br /&gt;2 NUMBERS YOU WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Next to the NUMBERS 3 &amp;amp; 7,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE DOWN THE NAMES OF TWO MEMBERS&lt;br /&gt;OF THE OPPOSITE SEX. SAME SEX IF GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: DO NOT LOOK AHEAD or IT WILL&lt;br /&gt;NOT TURN OUT RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WRITE ANYONES NAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(like FRIENDS or FAMILY...)&lt;br /&gt;next to 4, 5, &amp;amp; 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON..T CHEAT OR YOU..LL BE UPSET THAT&lt;br /&gt;YOU DID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WRITE down FOUR SONG TITLES in 8, 9,&lt;br /&gt;10, &amp;amp; 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE A WISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU READY?&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEY TO THE GAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THE NUMBER of PEOPLE THAT LIKE YOU&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;found in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPACE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. THE PERSON IN SPACE 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THE ONE YOU LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THE PERSON YOU LIKE but your&lt;br /&gt;relationship CANNOT WORK is in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPACE 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOU CARE MOST about the PERSON you&lt;br /&gt;put in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPACE 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. THE PERSON YOU NAME IN NUMBER 5 IS&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE WHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOWS YOU VERY WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. THE PERSON YOU NAMED IN 6 IS YOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. THE SONG IN 8 IS THE SONG THAT&lt;br /&gt;MATCHES WITH THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSON IN NUMBER 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. THE TITLE IN 9 IS THE SONG FOR THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSON IN 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. THE 10TH SPACE IS THE SONG THAT&lt;br /&gt;TELLS&lt;br /&gt;YOU MOST ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. AND 11 IS THE SONG TELLING HOW YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEL ABOUT LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. NUMBER 1 IS YOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY NUMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;repost this&lt;br /&gt;WITHIN AN HOUR OF READING THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DO, YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* REPOST WITH&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE HOROSCOPE (Freakishly Correct) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572424364872816581-6290344037290792951?l=tastetheocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/6290344037290792951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572424364872816581&amp;postID=6290344037290792951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/6290344037290792951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/6290344037290792951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/2008/01/reaaally-strange.html' title='Reaaally STRANGE'/><author><name>Ayraaa Ong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t268/squeakyclean_a/081707010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572424364872816581.post-3889189600825332479</id><published>2007-11-29T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:46:15.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to school on my &lt;em&gt;unusual&lt;/em&gt; time. err 7:40. and wearing my Zara Hoodie. FINALLY! i got the chance to wear it na! Kasi naman the rain doesn't last long. what a drag, the early birds love it just as much as i did. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my Daily Bread kaya aun. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out after db. Then Geometry class started. &lt;em&gt;Give minimum of 20 pesos for a gift for Mrs. Duran&lt;/em&gt;. UH, NO WAY. pero nagbigay ako. LABO.&lt;br /&gt;then, the usual subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patz lent me the book, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, gosh, just 40++ pages into it and im already &lt;em&gt;in-love&lt;/em&gt; with the handsome vampire, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patricia Annette Santos, thank you. :] LAB YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, she gave me the book, I went to the Hall for the Contest. BORRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNGGGGG. It was a good thing i had the book to keep me occupied 'tho. :] After the contest it was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MRS. DURAN. ack FC much? :p A-S-A [i'll never be a FerC]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;ayun lang. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572424364872816581-3889189600825332479?l=tastetheocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/3889189600825332479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572424364872816581&amp;postID=3889189600825332479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/3889189600825332479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/3889189600825332479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/2007/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Ayraaa Ong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t268/squeakyclean_a/081707010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572424364872816581.post-5376490142629034978</id><published>2007-11-16T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:45:41.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeey Crushie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Okay, so it's been long since I've blogged and written down here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Okaaaay, I've beeen spending a lot of time along with Dani and the other girls yesterday, since Pangs was absent. WOW, it's sooo boring to be alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Yesterday's highlights; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry:&lt;/strong&gt; We had a game, and err, Isabel got pissed at us. SORRY. :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch:&lt;/strong&gt; She said sorry. Aww, now we're cool. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geometry:&lt;/strong&gt; QUIZ, RATS, I FREAKIN BAILED ON THE LAST NUMBER! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dismissal: &lt;/strong&gt;Went to Promenade with Justine and ateee then back to school. Hung out with Arvin, Anja, Jenela, and Regina for a bit, then hung out with Dani, Esther, Sarah and Janine. Those girls are really trying to convince me that YES, I DO. but IM NOT. HAHAHAHA. :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Anyways, Today, has been so weird, Mummy and the maid woke up early to fix the guest room cause we're going to have a house guest. ERR, I HATE HAVING TO BEHAVE IN MY OWN HOUSE.:p&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/8572424364872816581-5376490142629034978?l=tastetheocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/5376490142629034978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572424364872816581&amp;postID=5376490142629034978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/5376490142629034978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/5376490142629034978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-so-its-been-long-since-ive-blogged.html' title='Heeey Crushie.'/><author><name>Ayraaa Ong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t268/squeakyclean_a/081707010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572424364872816581.post-6267286654821129965</id><published>2007-09-22T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:45:03.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WAY I ARE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so I already had the quiz in Chemistry. At first I thought boy am I screwed. But when I saw it. I felt somewhat confident epecially since I got the balancing thing a little better now. ; ) So I'm really happy about that. I just hope I get at least an above average grade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;During English, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Period, we had the poetry recitation thing and I delivered my poem in a subtle tone, but fluent English, I knew I had it hands down, but I just didn't have the perfect actions, cause I had none at all. :)) Well, you see it'll get me ore pressured to recite. kaya aun, : ) When Mark, finished his, I thought Ia would be able to finish her poem yesterday, but she wasn't so as I was waiting patiently, Me and Mark decided to play the EGO GAME. haha, we had way too much ego, that's fersherr. ; ) and then English was over and Ia was no called, so more tension on Monday fersherr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By Geom, 6th period, I was already clicking and ticking so that I can leave school already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dismissal, finally, Ia got her phone from the Academic Office and we took pictures in the shool bathroom as we were waiting for my Dad to pick us up. We haven't changed so we went home first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and change there, I had Ia met my kiddos, Kel andVictor, Jorel was there, but he was too shy to meet Ia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that, we went over to Trinoma and chilled or an hour or less MAX. HAHA. and caught a glimpe of Elliott Yamin. :)) (But I missed the FOB concert) Damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then That's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, Mum went to school for a PTC meeting and met Mr. Andres,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and said that I have potential to be a PEP SQUAD kid, cause im pretty or whatever. Like hello, Im not the peppy person. Alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay, so that's it.&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/8572424364872816581-6267286654821129965?l=tastetheocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/6267286654821129965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572424364872816581&amp;postID=6267286654821129965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/6267286654821129965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/6267286654821129965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/2007/09/way-i-are.html' title='THE WAY I ARE.'/><author><name>Ayraaa Ong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t268/squeakyclean_a/081707010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572424364872816581.post-3792049737590135981</id><published>2007-09-14T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:52:34.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Leaping Berryness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so &lt;strong&gt;I already went to class&lt;/strong&gt;, Thursday. I know they missed me. HAHA.&lt;strong&gt; I missed them too, like LOADS.&lt;/strong&gt; I got there and I thought, I am so screwed. I have a poem and Chemistry, but I got copies of the notes already, the only problem is I don't know who's going to teach me the Chem balancing thing, Ia's there, but she's not sure if she can teach me well, that I understand. So hopefully, I understand it before the quiz on tuesday or else I'll be really screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, me and Ia went out and ate. UGH DUH. :)) We ate Yellow Cab pizza and vanilla alalala ICE CREAM, mmp.:) We had loads of fun talking about the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRUSHES &lt;/strong&gt;*woot* and my PROMISES. ; ) We went to National after and had our notes photocopied. And then this beggar, naku. she's so annoying, we told her we on't have cash, we have credit cards. HAHA. kidding. We didn't give her anything and she kept on nagging us. ugh. she's so annoying that she doesn't even let us pass and move! KAINIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that we went to Promenade and went to Fully Booked, i bought a mag and daymn, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PHIL YOUNGHUSBAND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IS MY YOUNG HUSBAND. : ) and then I left. Bye &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :&lt;/span&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/8572424364872816581-3792049737590135981?l=tastetheocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/3792049737590135981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572424364872816581&amp;postID=3792049737590135981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/3792049737590135981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/3792049737590135981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/2007/09/leaping-berryness.html' title='the Leaping Berryness.'/><author><name>Ayraaa Ong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t268/squeakyclean_a/081707010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572424364872816581.post-7243451031208389464</id><published>2007-09-07T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:52:07.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of 11:00 my life is officially OVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This chicken pox is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I told myself earlier, during the start of the second quarter that &lt;em&gt;I was going to commit, commit to everything and make sure that I am über organized, that I don`t forget to study, I do all my homework, work undertime and still have time for relaxation&lt;/em&gt;, but the pox made every plan of mine go the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friends have told me, I missed out a lot.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;To start with; I have about &lt;strong&gt;five or so of quizzes&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;ton of seatworks&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; massive homeworks&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chemistry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh boy, this quarter had to be the worst quarter, the one wherein it`s &lt;strong&gt;THE HARDEST&lt;/strong&gt;. I have a lot of notes. &lt;strong&gt;Two oral recitations on poems longer than this blog&lt;/strong&gt; and I don`t think I am going to be able to finish all of it by this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am already falling apart and then I have chemical formulas and writing equations to study&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;using only a notebook and book without a teacher explaining it to me further, because he said he doesn`t repeat. I also have a Chem project to think about which takes most of my grade oh and Chemistry has the biggest score on my whole academic grading list, it has &lt;strong&gt;1.8 units&lt;/strong&gt;. Who am I kidding, I am not the smartest kid in class, but i hope for it. I`ve been doing a lot of efforts to please my parents at my "Might-be-the-last-school year-here-in-the-Philly" and I want to change things, kinda like, have a better academic standing, I`m not saying I am stupid, but my academic is just average, at least I want it to be above average. But no, guess I won`t be able to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I`m already on a lot of pressure and I don`t want it to get worst.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I would put my every dismissal hangout &amp;amp; have an overtime everyday and I really would want to go to class even on the weekends just so I can get myself back on track.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;This is really hard for me. And some would say, "&lt;em&gt;Oh stop it, everybody can do that. Trust me&lt;/em&gt;.", well I am sorry, but i am not everybody. I really hope i can get back on track. I really do. Ohh, I forgot, Ia told me I have this &lt;strong&gt;book report&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;em&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/em&gt; and it`s really hard balancing all that. I know I have friends to count on, but they have their own lives and academic standards to take care of and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am already thankful for their efforts to help me, really I do appreciate it, so thanks guys:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I am dying of tears right now. And I know as stupid as it may seem, I am really crying and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As much as possible I already want to leave and go to &lt;strong&gt;Canada&lt;/strong&gt;. I need to live easier now. &lt;strong&gt;I feel like I am going to die because of all of this pressure. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I really don`t want to fail and lose my academic reputation and go to summer school. I really need to pass, because if we (my family and I) don`t pass the Canada migration thing, I am toast. I don`t know where I would go next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t want to find my butt on a &lt;em&gt;"On Probation"&lt;/em&gt; by the &lt;strong&gt;Guidance department&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it`s the worst that could ever happen to me.&lt;/em&gt; And it probably will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572424364872816581-7243451031208389464?l=tastetheocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/7243451031208389464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572424364872816581&amp;postID=7243451031208389464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/7243451031208389464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/7243451031208389464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-of-1100-my-life-is-officially-over.html' title='As of 11:00 my life is officially OVER.'/><author><name>Ayraaa Ong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t268/squeakyclean_a/081707010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572424364872816581.post-5982653739973704650</id><published>2007-09-06T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:51:49.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy12th Joe :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ILw9VfB4yd8/RuDr5FyJvuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wu6fyvDU3SU/s1600-h/17-06-07_1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107341343475744482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ILw9VfB4yd8/RuDr5FyJvuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wu6fyvDU3SU/s200/17-06-07_1828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jorel Rodrigo Arcebal! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;yieeee twelve na siya! ;] wee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;nakuuu.makakapag &lt;em&gt;chocolatey buddy&lt;/em&gt; pa ba tayo nyan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;bastaa ayuun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Have fun, stuy hard, God bless and take caree.:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;More birthdays to come and more &lt;em&gt;videos&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;chocolatey buddy&amp;amp;makulay ang buhay&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;AYLAVYOU! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572424364872816581-5982653739973704650?l=tastetheocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/5982653739973704650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572424364872816581&amp;postID=5982653739973704650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/5982653739973704650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/5982653739973704650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy12th-joe.html' title='Happy12th Joe :]'/><author><name>Ayraaa Ong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t268/squeakyclean_a/081707010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ILw9VfB4yd8/RuDr5FyJvuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wu6fyvDU3SU/s72-c/17-06-07_1828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572424364872816581.post-2986865965337336276</id><published>2007-09-05T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:51:11.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICKEN POX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OW This bites,&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got the chicken pox, on the days I would rather go to school than not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's recap the 2 weeks prior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mummy gets the chicken pox. She gets isolated. Stays out of work for 2 weeks, which i think she really enjoyed it. She gets the demanding thingg going on. which is okaay. &lt;em&gt;`Cause she's sick and I am the same&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;HAHA.&lt;/em&gt; we get all weirded, `cause none of the kiddos has had the chicken pox and the `rents were &lt;em&gt;freakingly freakin' out! &lt;/em&gt;haha. It was hillarious! : ) Daddy, got paranoid as well! He had all of us stay away from Mum, and he had himself stay away as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, now I am here, at home, stuck doing nothing, but stare at the tv and the computer waiting for my classmates to get dismissed and get the homeworks donee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am not normally like this, usually i read, but this one is different.&lt;em&gt; I am &lt;strong&gt;ISOLATED&lt;/strong&gt;. It sucks.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I might get the lowest possible grades `cause of this! I MIGHT &lt;strong&gt;FAIL&lt;/strong&gt;. NOT COOL. : I hate having to leave school and miss out on important things. &lt;em&gt;I HATE IT &lt;strong&gt;I HATE IT&lt;/strong&gt; I HATE IT!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;IM ALSO BORED TO DEATH. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO, BUT STARE AT THE TV. I WANT TO TALK AND TALK ALL DAY, sadly I have no one to talk to. : I haven`t been busy. I`ve been sulking and sulking all day. &lt;em&gt;Bulok na Bulok na akooo! &lt;/em&gt;I have been eating Japanese crackers all day long! kasi ang &lt;strong&gt;SARAP&lt;/strong&gt; haha. &lt;em&gt;sus!&lt;/em&gt; tataba ako sa pagkain, tas tulog! NAKU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;one more bad thing, bka yung mga classmates ko na hindi pa nagkakron ng chicken pox magkaroon! haha! tulad ni Storm! Naku, lagot na. : pano din ung sa English, ano ba yan. bagsak na bagsak na! : Tas dapat kakain kami nila Justine sa Yellow Cab. wawa naman ako. gusto ko pa naman kumain ng &lt;em&gt;Anchovy Lovers&lt;/em&gt;! : nakuu.&lt;/span&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/8572424364872816581-2986865965337336276?l=tastetheocean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/2986865965337336276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572424364872816581&amp;postID=2986865965337336276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/2986865965337336276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572424364872816581/posts/default/2986865965337336276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheocean.blogspot.com/2007/09/chicken-pox.html' title='CHICKEN POX'/><author><name>Ayraaa Ong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t268/squeakyclean_a/081707010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
