<?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-8766860483329294487</id><updated>2011-08-02T01:30:13.793+08:00</updated><category term='high school'/><category term='Robinson&apos;s Place'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='EM'/><category term='quick'/><category term='My Only ü'/><category term='Friendship Game'/><category term='Star City'/><title type='text'>OF VISIONS AND REVISIONS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1808735440116196175</id><published>2009-11-20T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:39:35.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE MOVED TO TUMBLR MATES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://burgersfromhell.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u31/urbaneayi/F6FA29BE3D7D40F5CFB8908BE7EAA311.png" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-1808735440116196175?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1808735440116196175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1808735440116196175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1808735440116196175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1808735440116196175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-moved-to-tumblr-mates.html' title='I&apos;VE MOVED TO TUMBLR MATES!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-7702500679012369296</id><published>2009-06-12T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:27:16.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather do house chores</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fresh story. This happened less that an hour ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yesterday, we hired a new house helper. A 40 year old unmarried woman. She was having great moments with my mom. This morning she asked my mom to buy her a sponge in a demanding manner. She was like, "Ibili mo nga ako ng sponge panlinis ng banyo." When my mom got home from the market, she [my mom] gave her [the 40 year old house helper] and our other maid for 8 months a pack of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puto&lt;/span&gt;. The 40YOW said to my mom, "Halika, kumain ka din nito." Was she having thoughts that my mom placed some sort of poison in that puto?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At around 6 in the evening, my mom went to the maids quarters. She saw a 10 piece blanket of medicine with one tablet missing. She asked the 40YOW what the medicine is for. The 40YOW said it is for curing headaches. My mom, unconvinced, wrote on a sheet of paper the name of the medicine. She then called Mercury Drugs to confirm the use of the medicine. And guess what! It is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anti-psychotic&lt;/span&gt; drugs. My mom called her doctor friend to ask the same thing and her friend told her, "baka pag natutulog ka takluban ng unan yang mukha mo." Now that is not funny. If she, the 40YOW has this tendency of throwing tantrums, then she needs to get the hell out of our house as soon as possible. AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom went back to their quarters. As soon as she gets there, she told the 40YOW that perhaps she is sick, baka may sakit sa puso and we can't afford na atakihin siya sa bahay. Sakit na lang sa puso ang sinabi ng mom ko at baka magwala pagsinabing may sayad siya. =D Then, the 40YOW said to my mom, "nakita kita kanina. May kausap ka sa telepono" HAHAHA! She probably thought somebody told my mom about her sayad. Then they had a conversation to where the 40YOW will be staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom: Sabi mo may kaibigan ka dito diba?&lt;br /&gt;40YOW: Ayoko dun!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Dun sa pinsan mo?&lt;br /&gt;40YOW: Ayoko din! Dun na lang ako kay [insert the name of the person who brought her to our house]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By 6:40, my Mom and Dad are on their way, with the 40YOW of course, to the location of the 40YOW's recruiter. When they got home, they told our other house helper that the 40YOW has sayad and she, our house helper for 8 months gave the NO WAY reaction. You should have seen her face. It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-7702500679012369296?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/7702500679012369296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=7702500679012369296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/7702500679012369296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/7702500679012369296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/06/id-rather-do-house-chores.html' title='I&apos;d rather do house chores'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-7516396129610025671</id><published>2009-06-09T13:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:11:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's for Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;429 hits&lt;br /&gt;66 entries&lt;br /&gt;40 shout outs&lt;br /&gt;7 lay outs&lt;br /&gt;4 unpublished entries&lt;br /&gt;3 blog names&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe it. Seriously. A blog of mine reached a full year of function! How is that even possible? I had lots and lots of previous blogs before. Blogs which never last 3 months. Entries which never reached 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This would be my college blog. It will be running for 3 more years. Minimum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to analyze my introduction. Part by part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;429 Hits&lt;/span&gt; - By the time you're reading this, the hit counter has taken another step forward. Thank You. I've installed that hit counter last February 17, 2009. And 429 is not a bad number. This is a personal blog after all. I don't expect Porn sites hits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66 Entries&lt;/span&gt; - With this I have to say, I am not satisfied. I have a friend, &lt;a href="http://icantthinkofsomethingclever.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janna&lt;/a&gt;, who reached her 100th post and counting before a year. I payed a visit again to each month of my blog and I've noticed that for 2 months I had only a post for each. And for the month of April2009, I have a nada number of entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40 Shout outs&lt;/span&gt; - The shout box you are seeing was up and running from September 19, 2008. Some comments can be seen there since the comment thingy on the posts was disabled for a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Layouts&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Every time I realized my blog is already on idle, I always find it effective to change my lay-out."&lt;/span&gt; from my June 5 2009 entry. This explains the number of layout alterations. My first lay out lasted only 4 days. It was an orange and black layout wit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/Si3_AVrqJJI/AAAAAAAAANI/dygX6JaKJVM/s1600-h/HEADFINALcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/Si3_AVrqJJI/AAAAAAAAANI/dygX6JaKJVM/s400/HEADFINALcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345208714043991186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h outbursts and splatters. The second one, which I applied last June 13, 2008 was the most colorful layouts I ever had. It consists of 4-5 neon colors which &lt;a href="http://robangungerts.blogspot.com/"&gt;RB&lt;/a&gt; loved too much. The third one was the ANIMO layout where the letters function as navigation tabs. The fourth one was this, it was the last layout for the second name of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fifth layout was this one &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/Si3_57eHivI/AAAAAAAAANQ/E2dRHi9Bolw/s1600-h/OFVISIONS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/Si3_57eHivI/AAAAAAAAANQ/E2dRHi9Bolw/s400/OFVISIONS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345209703440288498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always love black and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/Si4BfrgxWpI/AAAAAAAAANo/uwl-uO_J5To/s1600-h/Northerndownpourcopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/Si4BfrgxWpI/AAAAAAAAANo/uwl-uO_J5To/s400/Northerndownpourcopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345211451503106706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;white. My sixth layout was a different one. I made a day after my 18th birthday and it was the first time that I had my picture part of a layout. Remember this? My seventh layout is the one you're seeing right now. Bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Unpublished entries&lt;/span&gt; - Those are the not so good and unfinished posts. I can't find any reason to publish mediocrisy. Mediocrisy?! WTF?! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Blog names&lt;/span&gt; - for those of you who are unaware, the first name of my blog is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;theworldofnonsense&lt;/span&gt;. It lasted only for 3 days. By the fourth day of blog, the name of it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lifecangettaft&lt;/span&gt;. And after four months, when my life in taft is already taft &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of Visions and Revisions&lt;/span&gt; came into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion and proof reading to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-7516396129610025671?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/7516396129610025671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=7516396129610025671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/7516396129610025671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/7516396129610025671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-for-sharing.html' title='Life&apos;s for Sharing'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/Si3_AVrqJJI/AAAAAAAAANI/dygX6JaKJVM/s72-c/HEADFINALcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1395337844332707952</id><published>2009-06-08T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:47:01.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My blog is turning One Year Old tomorrow! Hurrraaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-1395337844332707952?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1395337844332707952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1395337844332707952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1395337844332707952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1395337844332707952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-4540888560626741786</id><published>2009-06-07T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:12:49.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather eat vegetables</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate too many people, and it's not making me feel any not better. How should I say it? It's not making me feel bad nor guilty. I hate some people because of the hate worthy things that they've done. Some because of the hate-able things they do. Aware of it or not, I could not care more. Or less. I don't know. I don't care. And some, or most are because of their hate-able [inventing words are cool. According to &lt;a href="http://icantthinkofsomethingclever.blogspot.com"&gt;Janna&lt;/a&gt;] auras and appearance/s. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Judging a book by its cover is bad. I know. But I can't help it. It's part of by nature. It's not my fault. Or is it? Anyways, I don't mean to be prejudice or anything but once I saw a person who accumulated a whole populace's warts or someone whose batok can be functional during Ash Wednesday's, the &lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt; [HAHA] in me wants to keep distance from the person. Can I consider that as an ego? Is avoiding &lt;strike&gt;ugly&lt;/strike&gt; UNATTRACTIVE beings part of my responsibility? I don't think so. What on earth am I doing? Answer: Finding a valid reason for my reasonable rude behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fortunately, I have friends with the same disease. And that's what make us friends. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have few more things to say. I'll update this entry whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-4540888560626741786?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/4540888560626741786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=4540888560626741786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4540888560626741786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4540888560626741786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/06/id-rather-eat-vegetables.html' title='I&apos;d rather eat vegetables'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5161156305603984500</id><published>2009-06-06T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:58:53.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohana</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm glad I have the bestest set of friends in the world. Friends who I consider family. Who for me shows the real value of a family &lt;strike&gt;better than my real family.&lt;/strike&gt; I've been battling my way to get noticed by my parents and pleased them through the achievements I've earned. It is just so hard to have one perfect older brother who you I can never compete with. YES I CAN. And I've done it a lot of times. In the real world, I would have won. But in this place they call home, defeat has been my nature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was part of a varsity team for 6 years. I was doing &lt;strike&gt;good&lt;/strike&gt; GREAT. I earned lots of appreciations from it. From people in my school at least. I used to perform a lot in front of crowd. I sang, I danced, I role played. People gave me good feedbacks. And I know those praises  were for real. And the only time, the first time my parent&lt;strike&gt;s&lt;/strike&gt; saw me sang in front of the crowd, I received the "It was okay" response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never really wished to took up Electronics and Communications Engineering. I really wanted to choose a profession if the field of Business and Economics. But since my brother pursued that career, I opted not to anymore. Because every time, every single time I do things that my brother had previously done, I always ranked second. Not because he always does thing better, but for reasons I clearly do not know,  his mistakes can never be considered as mistakes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For over a week, I have been browsing thorugh the net looking for the cheapest possible way to get a DNA analysis. After 18 years, I suddenly felt this self crisis of questioning my legitimacy to this family. In short, I have this feeling that I'm adopted. But unfortunately, a DNA test would cost 12000-15000. I can't afford that! Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shout outs to my friends. To my high school barkada. Paolo, Mikey, Mara, Steph, Jesha and Angela: our paths may have parted ways but I believe one day it will all meet again. Angela, I'am really excited to see you. Please come home as early as possible. I hope you will already be in the Philippines before Mikey leaves. And promise me the two of you will see each other occasionally when you're both already in Canada. Paolo, Mikey, Mara and Steph, thanks you guys for being with me in my 18th birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And to my college circle. Jane, Angel, Rb, Janna, Danish, Lance, Pau and July. Wohoo! HAHA. We have three more years to share. I never would have enjoyed college without you crazy people! See you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-5161156305603984500?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5161156305603984500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5161156305603984500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5161156305603984500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5161156305603984500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohana.html' title='Ohana'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-2735190887616162543</id><published>2009-06-05T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:00:02.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It works every single time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I realized my blog is already on idle, I always find it effective to change my lay-out. I don't know. But it gives me the feeling that I have a new blog and that I have to put things in it. And that is exactly what I'm doing right now. See. I told you. My strategy is indeed effective. I was inspired by &lt;a href="http://icantthinkofsomethingclever.blogspot.com"&gt;Janna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://icantthinkofsomethingclever.blogspot.com"&gt;'s latest post&lt;/a&gt; and I'll come up with one of the same scope later. Not because I'd like to copy her work. But it's very timely. For me at least. New blog. Layout, Fine. More RANTS. Be back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-2735190887616162543?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/2735190887616162543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=2735190887616162543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2735190887616162543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2735190887616162543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-works-every-single-time.html' title='It works every single time!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1311051845712317794</id><published>2009-05-03T03:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:25:48.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43% VIRGIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: black;"&gt;Start with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done. Don't bother typing answers to the question....it makes it more interesting! The lower the score means the nastier you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 115%; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Then repost as _% Virgin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;1. Smoked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;2. Drank alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;3. Cried when someone died?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;4. Been drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;5. Had sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;6. Been to a concert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;7. Given a handjob/gotten a handjob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;8. Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;9. Been verbally/sexually harassed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;10. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;12. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;13. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;14. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;15. Been to prom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;16. Cried at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;17. Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;18. Went streaking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;19. Given or received a lap dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;20. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;21. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;22. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;23. Kissed a stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;24. Hugged a stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;25. Went scuba diving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;26. Driven a car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;27. Gotten an x-ray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;28. Hit by a car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;29. Had a party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;30. Done serious drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;31. Played strip poker/darts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;32. Got paid to strip for someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;33. Ran away from home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;34. Broken a bone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;35. Eaten sushi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;36. Bought porn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;37. Watched porn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;38. Made porn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;39. Had a crush on someone of the same sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;40. Been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;41. French kissed?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;42. Laughed so hard you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;43. Cried yourself to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;44. Laughed yourself to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;45. Stabbed yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;46. Shot a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;48. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;49. Been online for 9 consecutive hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;50. Watched an animal die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;51. Watched a person die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;52. Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;53. Pranked somebody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;54. Put somebody in the hospital?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;55. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;56. Kissed somebody of the same sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;57. Dressed punk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;58. Dressed goth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;59. Dressed preppy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;60. Been to a motocross race?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;61. Avoided somebody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;62. Been stalked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;63. Stalked someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;64. Met a celebrity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;65. Played an instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;66. Ridden a horse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;67. Cut yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;68. Bungee jumped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;69. Ding dong ditched somebody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;70. Been to a wild party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;71. Got caught stealing something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;72. Kicked a guy in the balls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;74. Went out with your friend's crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;75. Got arrested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;76. Been pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;77. Babysat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;78. Been to another country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;79. Started your house on fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;80. Had an encounter with a ghost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;81. Donated your hair to cancer patients?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;83. Cried over a member of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;85. Sat on your butt all day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;87. Had a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;88. Gotten cut from a sports team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;89. Been called a whore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;90. Danced like a whore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;91. Been mistaken for a celebrity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;92. Been in a car accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;93. Been told you have beautiful eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;94. Been told you have beautiful hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;95. Raped somebody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;96. Danced in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;97. Been rejected?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;98. Walked out of a restaurant without paying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;100. Been raped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ;" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u31/urbaneayi/F6FA29BE3D7D40F5CFB8908BE7EAA311.png" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;RESULT: 43%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FRIENDS' RESULTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ANGEL ATIENZA - 56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JANE ESPLANA - 52%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LANCE APELO - 49%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-1311051845712317794?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1311051845712317794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1311051845712317794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1311051845712317794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1311051845712317794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/05/43-virgin.html' title='43% VIRGIN'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-7047407135072420973</id><published>2009-05-02T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:20:12.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK WHO's BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Summer's not fun. Not fun at all. It is 2 in the morning and I'm watching How I Met Your Mother. Yeah. Pretty cool right? So it's not really not fun. But it's lame. For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish to write something significant this summer. HAHA. Maybe next time. When I find time to go to a computer technician to reformat my over-a-month-busted-computer. Crap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER ROCKS! I can't stop watching. Shalom people. Imma get back to HIMYM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-7047407135072420973?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/7047407135072420973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=7047407135072420973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/7047407135072420973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/7047407135072420973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-who.html' title='LOOK WHO&apos;s BACK!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5140927469534731868</id><published>2009-03-24T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:40:31.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DaD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;What: David Cook and David Archuleta Live in Manila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;Where: Mall of Asia Open Ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;When: May 16 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zH4-2F2iwp4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zH4-2F2iwp4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4nk4XXaPAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4nk4XXaPAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-5140927469534731868?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5140927469534731868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5140927469534731868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5140927469534731868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5140927469534731868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/03/dad.html' title='DaD!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1094676640275091927</id><published>2009-02-17T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:31:50.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th AFTERSHOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, I slept at around 1130pm. That was right after updating "The List". At some point in my sleep, I was awakened by a very familiar sound. A noise. It was similar to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt; sound at the "The Ring" movie, the scene where the television set turned on by itself with black and white particles moving and blinking constantly. And to my shock, it was coming from my telephone. Weird right? So I stood up and attempted to see what has gone wrong. My phone has that hand's free mode so I figure the sound must be coming out from the same tiny speaker. I raised the receiver and put it back down, but the result was to no avail. I did the same thing for at least five times and tried pressing the flash key over and over simultaneously. But the sound was still there. I unplug the telephone and the noise was gone. I checked my cellphone to see the time and it was exactly 3 am. I decided to go back to sleep to avoid having scary thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up twice before the time I am supposed to. That's part of my sleeping patter perhaps. But I can't honestly remember if what happened prior to which was true or was just a dream. But I hesitated and refused to see if the telephone was really unplugged. [para di ako mapaisip] Morning came, 1045am. I woke up and remembered what happened earlier that  morning. And at the same time, confused wether that really occurred. This time, I was determined to see  the truth. I gave it a  quick stare. It was true. The plug was not attached to the phone line. It left me motionless for a few seconds. And now I wonder. What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kxxxxx sound + 3 in the morning. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to proof read. class starts at 1pm. bye.&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/8766860483329294487-1094676640275091927?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1094676640275091927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1094676640275091927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1094676640275091927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1094676640275091927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/02/18th-aftershock.html' title='18th AFTERSHOCK'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-6182621169323503567</id><published>2009-02-16T19:38:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:54:57.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M FINALLY 18! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abam Apepe&lt;br /&gt;Alex Esguerra&lt;br /&gt;Angel Atienza&lt;br /&gt;Angela Holgado&lt;br /&gt;Angelo Kalaw&lt;br /&gt;Baba Acob&lt;br /&gt;Bien Quillas&lt;br /&gt;Bry de Leon&lt;br /&gt;By Yu&lt;br /&gt;Carla Funelas&lt;br /&gt;Carlota Elauria&lt;br /&gt;Cedric Bautista&lt;br /&gt;Chad Kabiling&lt;br /&gt;Charelle Mendez&lt;br /&gt;Charles Mendez&lt;br /&gt;Chino Ramirez&lt;br /&gt;Cholo Apostol&lt;br /&gt;Cody Elepaño&lt;br /&gt;Cyril Enriquez&lt;br /&gt;Cyrill Castro&lt;br /&gt;Danish Sule&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Tayo&lt;br /&gt;DJ Guison&lt;br /&gt;Earl Ang&lt;br /&gt;EJ Plan&lt;br /&gt;Elbert Rasay&lt;br /&gt;Franz Cruz&lt;br /&gt;Gabby Maniego&lt;br /&gt;Geno Maganis&lt;br /&gt;Gio Medina&lt;br /&gt;Iggy Santos&lt;br /&gt;Ion Pilande&lt;br /&gt;Ivana Hermoso&lt;br /&gt;Jane Esplana&lt;br /&gt;Janna Solis&lt;br /&gt;Jaro Mabalot&lt;br /&gt;Jason Tanchuco&lt;br /&gt;JB Orteza&lt;br /&gt;Jel Piguing&lt;br /&gt;Jerome de Dios&lt;br /&gt;Jesha Villasis&lt;br /&gt;Jigs Aguyin&lt;br /&gt;Joe Ruiz&lt;br /&gt;Josha Caronan&lt;br /&gt;July Tañaquin&lt;br /&gt;Karl Soriano&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Manikad&lt;br /&gt;KM Liberato&lt;br /&gt;Kyra Wenceslao&lt;br /&gt;Lance Apelo&lt;br /&gt;Livy Narra&lt;br /&gt;Luis Apostol&lt;br /&gt;Maiel Esclabanan&lt;br /&gt;Mara de Guzman&lt;br /&gt;Mari Bassig&lt;br /&gt;Mark Mangulabnan&lt;br /&gt;Maweeh Macalalad&lt;br /&gt;Mayen Go&lt;br /&gt;MC Lijauco&lt;br /&gt;Mela Gonzales&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Cerin&lt;br /&gt;Mike Pantangco&lt;br /&gt;Mikee Bernabe&lt;br /&gt;Mikey Torres&lt;br /&gt;MJ Narciso&lt;br /&gt;Neil Diaz&lt;br /&gt;Nico Gonzales&lt;br /&gt;Nutz Gatpandan&lt;br /&gt;Paeng Dichoso&lt;br /&gt;Pao Goze&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Ballesteros&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Posadas&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Warren&lt;br /&gt;Pau Giron&lt;br /&gt;Paul Lao&lt;br /&gt;Philip Tanpoco&lt;br /&gt;RB de Guzman&lt;br /&gt;Royd Vicente&lt;br /&gt;Sam Yu&lt;br /&gt;Steph Ontengco&lt;br /&gt;Thom Medalla&lt;br /&gt;Ver Viaña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the Birthday Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This message comes to say you are wished the joy you deserve today. I hope that for every candle on your cake you get a wonderful surprise. May the days that lie ahead be extra nice, and filled with all the happiness thoughts. Not just a year older, but a year better. Happy Birthday to you Ayi and many happy returns of the day"-Geno Maganis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I miss you out. please inform me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-6182621169323503567?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/6182621169323503567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=6182621169323503567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/6182621169323503567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/6182621169323503567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/02/list.html' title='THE LIST'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5884006742036752878</id><published>2009-02-14T15:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:17:06.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLABBERGASTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never EVER in a ga-jillion years thought this would happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SZZ6S4HMgwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IjOdMegNvGQ/s1600-h/theseven1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SZZ6S4HMgwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IjOdMegNvGQ/s320/theseven1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302560075994137346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 7 American Idols ALL TOGETHER at the launch of "The American Idol Experience". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SZZ7--j7ufI/AAAAAAAAAII/Iyn0TvjcZxY/s1600-h/thecrew3_disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SZZ7--j7ufI/AAAAAAAAAII/Iyn0TvjcZxY/s320/thecrew3_disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302561933151156722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L to R:&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson (season 1)&lt;br /&gt;Ruben Studdard (season 2)&lt;br /&gt;Fantasia Barrino (season 3)&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood (season 4)&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Hicks (season 5)&lt;br /&gt;Jordin Sparks (season 6)&lt;br /&gt;David Cook (season 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SZZ7_DljtQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lF2kPYyiG_g/s1600-h/thecrew4_disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SZZ7_DljtQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lF2kPYyiG_g/s320/thecrew4_disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302561934500148482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;joining them were: Paula Abdul (Judge), Ryan Seacrest (Host), Justin Guarini (Runner-up, Season 1, Diana Degarmo (Runner-up, Season 3), Bo Bice (Runner-up, Season 4), David Archuleta (Runner-up, Season 7), Kimberley Locke (3rd place, Season 2), Melinda Doolittle (3rd place, Season 6), Syesha Mercado (3rd place, Season 7), Josh Gracin (4th place, Season 2), LaKisha Jones (4th place, Season 6), Jason Castro (4th place, Season 7), Brooke White (5th place, Season 7), Phil Stacey (6th place, Season 6), Carly Smithson (6th place, Season 7), Ace Young (7th place, Season 5), Sanjaya Malakar (7th place, Season 6), Bucky Covington (8th place, Season 5) Michael Johns (8th place, Season 7), Mandisa Hundley (9th place, Season 5), and Chris Sligh (10th place, Season 6)&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/8766860483329294487-5884006742036752878?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5884006742036752878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5884006742036752878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5884006742036752878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5884006742036752878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/02/flabergasted.html' title='FLABBERGASTED!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SZZ6S4HMgwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IjOdMegNvGQ/s72-c/theseven1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1873523965168294704</id><published>2009-02-07T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:46:32.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Next to each number, write the name of the person who fits the description.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Answer one question with one name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Don't reveal the questions to anyone who isn't doing the meme. Those who want to know what the questions are must do the meme on their own blogs, on pain of wrath from the meme gods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesha Villasis&lt;br /&gt;2. Mikey Torres&lt;br /&gt;3. Prince William&lt;br /&gt;4. Mike Pantangco&lt;br /&gt;5. si Angel Atienza na toh!&lt;br /&gt;6. Janna Solis&lt;br /&gt;7. Mark Canteras&lt;br /&gt;8. si Pau Giron siguro&lt;br /&gt;9. Josha Caronan&lt;br /&gt;10. Jaro Mabalot&lt;br /&gt;11. Jane Esplana! wala ng iba pa.&lt;br /&gt;12. Steph Ontengco&lt;br /&gt;13. Paolo Warren&lt;br /&gt;14. Bebe Ganda! Julie Tañaqueen&lt;br /&gt;15. RB de Guzman! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;16. Aljon Locsin. =D&lt;br /&gt;17. Cyril Enriqeuz&lt;br /&gt;18. Danish Sule&lt;br /&gt;19. Glenn Agbayani&lt;br /&gt;20. Ram Cusipag&lt;br /&gt;21. Ako na toh!&lt;br /&gt;22. Elbert Rasay&lt;br /&gt;23. no one&lt;br /&gt;24. Marion Pilande&lt;br /&gt;25. Cody Elepaño&lt;br /&gt;26. M2M! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;27. Lance Apelo&lt;br /&gt;28. Tony Herranz&lt;br /&gt;29. JOANNA PACCITI&lt;br /&gt;30. walang magrereklamo!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-1873523965168294704?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1873523965168294704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1873523965168294704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1873523965168294704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1873523965168294704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/02/meme.html' title='MEME?'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-2751514220376955147</id><published>2009-01-05T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:22:34.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEP!HEP!HOOORAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I FINALLY GOT MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;CREDIT CARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. YIPEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-2751514220376955147?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/2751514220376955147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=2751514220376955147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2751514220376955147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2751514220376955147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/01/hephephoooray.html' title='HEP!HEP!HOOORAY!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1391999572983652849</id><published>2009-01-01T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:46:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR BLOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are now 6 months and 23 days old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-1391999572983652849?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1391999572983652849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1391999572983652849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1391999572983652849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1391999572983652849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-blog.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR BLOG!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-7032098039777374630</id><published>2008-12-26T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:26:38.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAR ENDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPECIAL BLOG ENTRY&lt;/span&gt; I promised and perhaps the last post for this year. I can't believe that I'm actually going to do this cause this might be an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; instrument of revenge&lt;/span&gt; towards me. I have done a lot A LOT of ugly and cruel things this year and how I wish that my victims won't see this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this entry you would discover 10 of my waterloos  and fears so here it goes... oh wait..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a fan of Chico and Del's TOP TEN segment at Morning Rush so imma do this patterned to that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOP TEN WATERLOOS AND FEARS OF AYI&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can't stand life without &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Well, I guess every teenager considers cellphones, mp3 players, computers and the like as lifes' basic neccessities. This ranked 10, so better expect more frightening things. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAAAAAAAAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9. I can't sleep without a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blanket&lt;/span&gt;! No matter how fiery the temperature is, I can withstand being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entirely convered&lt;/span&gt; with a blanket. Or simply by knowing that I have one under my pillow can give me the sense of contention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; easily. So don't you dare cry in front of me! I am usually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sympathetic&lt;/span&gt; but I know when people are sincere. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crocodile tears won't work people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am also sensitive and I can easily get affected by the everyday drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. I feel awkward being in public &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wearing eye glasses.&lt;/span&gt; For those who are uninformed, I've been wearing eye glasses since 1st grade and started wearing contact lenses last 2005. Here's the thing, currently, I have no contact lenses to wear. Well I do, but just a piece. That makes it useless. Last Tuesday afternoon, I was about to wear it when I found out that one piece was torn! I honestly don't know why. My initial reaction was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh! Maybe it is just folded" &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;! The more I looked, the more I noticed that it appears to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nibbled by a seven year old hunchedback.&lt;/span&gt; And now I have been wearing eye glasses for the past 3 days. I got myself a new pair of eye glasses, those wearable outside the house type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The thing that caps off the bottom half is, I am in in great need of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;social life.&lt;/span&gt; Well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have one&lt;/span&gt; and I I'll do whatever it takes not to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't get to school without having my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black kit&lt;/span&gt; which includes a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mirror, my perfume, comb, oil paper, facial wash and some medicine.&lt;/span&gt; HAHA! I know that looks is not eveything but what the heck, it matters to me more than uhmmm. I don't know. But one things for sure, those things are more important to me than my cellphone. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I friggin hate using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wet utensils&lt;/span&gt;! Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have this mysterious fear of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wearing rings&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I sure do know I'm terrified to wear rings. But I wanna get married that's why I'm planning to conquer this fear anytime SOON. [Not get married soon you freak!] So readers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a ring as a gift would be appreciated. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks in advance.ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I get pissed when I see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toothpaste tubes made "pisil" all over&lt;/span&gt;! WAAAAA! This can make me go wild and crazy. Simulan sa ilalim ang pagpindot! Anong mahirap dun!? HAHA. That made me speak Tagalog/Filipino. I have this obssessive compulsive relationship towards toothpaste tubes so bear with me people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. And the things that scares me the most are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CATS!&lt;/span&gt; I don't care if it's black or white, cute or ugly, hairy or bald. I simple hate cats! They seem to hunt me even in my dreams. HAHA. Basta, I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Imma edit this before the year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;THIS IS MY GOLDEN POST! YEY. 50 POST ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTE: For those who are planning to use stuffs written here for revenge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BRING IT ON!&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/8766860483329294487-7032098039777374630?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/7032098039777374630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=7032098039777374630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/7032098039777374630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/7032098039777374630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-ender.html' title='YEAR ENDER'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-2991146078237046059</id><published>2008-12-25T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:40:05.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS BLOG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE TO WRITE SOMETHING PRETTY SPECIAL BEFORE THIS YEAR ENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PROOOOOOOOOOOOMISE.&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/8766860483329294487-2991146078237046059?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/2991146078237046059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=2991146078237046059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2991146078237046059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2991146078237046059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-25.html' title='DECEMBER 25'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5741273145592503288</id><published>2008-12-21T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:27:12.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quickest post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday I slept at about 3am then woke up at 11:30-ish. Tapos hanggang ngayon, di pa din ako natutulog! yey! And I'm not even feeling sleepy. Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-5741273145592503288?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5741273145592503288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5741273145592503288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5741273145592503288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5741273145592503288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/12/quickest-post.html' title='quickest post'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1856524575808200393</id><published>2008-12-21T06:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:20:49.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's official! I'm having weird sleeping patterns. It's 6:24am and I haven't slept yet, so I might as well write a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, December 20 2008, I got to see more than half of my high school section. With Jesha and JB's effort, they were able to pull off one heck of a Christmas slash reunion party for our class. 29 out of 43 from our class were able to make it last night and I've seen how some people changed from the easy-go-lucky-highschool-average-cream-student to the I-need-to-get-a-life-and-be-in-a-relationship-status-"bitches". Yes, to my surprise, I heard a lot of love stories last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas slash Reunion Party Attendance:&lt;br /&gt;Glenn&lt;br /&gt;Abam&lt;br /&gt;Dwight&lt;br /&gt;Archie&lt;br /&gt;Allan&lt;br /&gt;Bong&lt;br /&gt;Ram&lt;br /&gt;DL&lt;br /&gt;Nutz&lt;br /&gt;Nico&lt;br /&gt;Chad&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;Maweeh&lt;br /&gt;Nikey&lt;br /&gt;JB&lt;br /&gt;Migs&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;Iggy&lt;br /&gt;Ayi&lt;br /&gt;Charles&lt;br /&gt;Paolo&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;Mara&lt;br /&gt;Mayen&lt;br /&gt;Mich&lt;br /&gt;Jaro&lt;br /&gt;Jel&lt;br /&gt;Jesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our dinner at Gerry's Grill Del Monte Branch from 6pm-9pm. And right after paying our 10000 worth of food and drink purchase and exchanging gifts, 26 of us decided to go to Starbucks. Funny thing cause when we were in high school, fastfood chains can suffice our hunger and our wallets but now that we are in college, people seem to have more [and more and more] money than they used too. We spent most of time exchanging stories until we all run out of saliva. By 10:30 we decided to call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/86/WISDOM.o8_REUNIONCHRISTMAS_PARTY"&gt;CLICK TO SEE THE PICTURES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodnight everyone. Imma try to sleep again. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll add more details if I feel like doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh!oh! Today's December 21. Happy Birthday Polits, Karl [high school classmates] and Lance [college blockmate].&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/8766860483329294487-1856524575808200393?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1856524575808200393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1856524575808200393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1856524575808200393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1856524575808200393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/12/title-to-follow.html' title='FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1028286990103215884</id><published>2008-12-12T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:53:38.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLORGENICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Name: AYI&lt;br /&gt; Date: 12/12/2008&lt;br /&gt; Colorgenics Number: 37260541&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You feel as if you have missed out on a great deal that life had to offer and you go about trying to make up for past failures. Naturally at times you get depressed and you try to compensate for your 'missed opportunities' by living your life to the full. This is what, perhaps, may be described as 'living with exaggerated intensity'. In this way you feel you can break the chains of the past and start again - and it could be that you are right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are working extremely hard - perhaps even above and beyond the call of duty. You are preparing for the future and therefore trying to build a firm trouble-free foundation upon which you may base all of your dreams and aspirations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many people will consider you egotistical and full of your own self importance. On the surface you could well give this impression and perhaps the reason for this complacent attitude is because at times you indeed have that 'short fuse' and are quick to take offence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are experiencing extreme emotional disappointment because it would seem that a particular relationship is no longer running smoothly. You would like to break away from this involvement completely and yet, if this were to happen, then its possible that something very important to you would be lost. You are in a quandary. You are not sure which way to turn. So on the one hand, you would like to free yourself from this attachment altogether, yet on the other, you do not want to lose anything nor risk uncertainty and the possibility of further disappointment. These contradictory and opposing emotions are now causing you considerable stress but you are putting on a brave face - pretending that you don't care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anxiety and a restless antagonism, as a result of unfulfilled emotional needs, has resulted in considerable stress. You are trying to overcome this by working and playing extremely hard - but at all times you have your future in mind. You are a worker and as a result of your inherent enthusiasm you cannot fail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SUJQrZa833I/AAAAAAAAAGY/G4Z7PPTJiPk/s1600-h/Paul_signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SUJQrZa833I/AAAAAAAAAGY/G4Z7PPTJiPk/s320/Paul_signature.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278870419720167282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goldinuniverse.com/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goldinuniverse.com/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goldinuniverse.com/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goldinuniverse.com/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GET YOUR OWN COLORGENICS PROFILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-1028286990103215884?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1028286990103215884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1028286990103215884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1028286990103215884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1028286990103215884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/12/colorgenics.html' title='COLORGENICS'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SUJQrZa833I/AAAAAAAAAGY/G4Z7PPTJiPk/s72-c/Paul_signature.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5256668051927704074</id><published>2008-12-11T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:20:34.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8-MCDO</title><content type='html'>I LOVE MCDONALDS 24hour delivery service! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 11:19pm at my desktop clock and I'm enjoying  McSpaghetti and Caramel Sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Ronald and his buddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-5256668051927704074?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5256668051927704074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5256668051927704074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5256668051927704074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5256668051927704074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/12/8-mcdo.html' title='8-MCDO'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-8209025904553382814</id><published>2008-11-21T19:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:16:46.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone from my PAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE Jinky Oda&lt;/span&gt;! I remembered having a nightmare with her in it when I was 5 -6 years old, and I was sick during that time.  Yun yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nagpakalbo&lt;/span&gt; siya and she looked like a homo [wait! i'm not even sure if she's a real she]. Actually, there were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jinky Oda's&lt;/span&gt; in my nightmare.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hinahabol nila ako paakyat ng hagdan&lt;/span&gt;! Errr. HAHA. And I ended up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;playing with my Power Rangers action figure&lt;/span&gt; at midnight. Tinanong din pala ako dun bakit ako nagising, sabi ko natata* ako. HAHA. Lousy excuse.  OKAY. For those who can't remember who she is, she plays the role of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Okay ka, Fairy ko!&lt;/span&gt; Siya yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaya ni Aiza Seguerra&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SSak9N8GK6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ab6ngjzHRb0/s1600-h/JINKY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SSak9N8GK6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ab6ngjzHRb0/s320/JINKY.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271081785504443298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lame post! I was trying to remember memories with my Power Rangers action figures. And unfortunately, eto naalala ko.&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/8766860483329294487-8209025904553382814?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/8209025904553382814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=8209025904553382814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/8209025904553382814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/8209025904553382814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/11/someone-from-my-past.html' title='Someone from my PAST'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SSak9N8GK6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ab6ngjzHRb0/s72-c/JINKY.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1372031536935619447</id><published>2008-11-13T09:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:02:59.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick'/><title type='text'>Quick Quick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Quick Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started last night with the n days to go before Christmas thing and I've decided to place it in the navigation area instead of writing a new post everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how quick that was?&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-1372031536935619447?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1372031536935619447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1372031536935619447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1372031536935619447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1372031536935619447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-quick.html' title='Quick Quick'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1120574766423802983</id><published>2008-11-12T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:38:18.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Just so I have a new post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;43 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS&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/8766860483329294487-1120574766423802983?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1120574766423802983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1120574766423802983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1120574766423802983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1120574766423802983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-so-i-have-new-post.html' title='Just so I have a new post'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1625416327757432406</id><published>2008-11-07T12:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:54:49.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robinson&apos;s Place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Only ü'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EM'/><title type='text'>Who Says School Days Aren't Fun!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here’s post two. I could actually come up with 2 separate posts for this one but that would require me to think of two blog titles. [which is something I’m not good at]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN: MONDAY 1:20pm-6:00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE: ROBINSON’s PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTENDANCE: Me Jane RB Pau Niel Lance Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Monday, I have this 6 hour break, so every week I have to come up with a plan to have people accompany me. I decided to ask few people to go to RP and watch a movie. Some weren’t able to go with us for their own reasons. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angel has to study for a quiz,&lt;/span&gt; which was postponed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danish already saw the movie&lt;/span&gt; which we plan to see. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julius as always, is unavailable&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janna, surprisingly, has some personal reasons&lt;/span&gt; which she refused to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Robinson’s place at around 1:20-ish and searched instantly for the movie schedule. Last time we went to see a movie, we were supposed to watch Kulam but ended up viewing Buried Alive. This time, we plan to help the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippine Movie Industry &lt;/span&gt;through watching a Filipino movie. You’ve guessed that right! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY ONLY ü!&lt;/span&gt; The movie is scheduled to start at 2:55 giving us an hour and a half to spare. We bought our tickets first. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;142 pesos each&lt;/span&gt;. What for is the additional 2 pesos?!? Some of THEM were starving so we settled in a hotdog uhhmm… I don’t know how you call those things. The one bigger than a stall but smaller than a resto. Whatever you call it, we stayed in one of those. I think it was Pau, Jane, Rb and Niel who bought something from that store. Beside that whatever-you-call-those-kinds-of-establishments in NYFD. So I helped myself by buying the smallest size for French fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:20-ished, we bought snacks to eat while watching the film. We each bought individual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tumbler of popcorn&lt;/span&gt; and a drink. 2:35, we were already inside the cinema watching the movie trailers and waiting for the movie to start. When the movie started, our tumblers were already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half filled&lt;/span&gt;. The movie was &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of the best local movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I’ve seen. HAHA. No kiddin. The Toni Gonzaga and Vhong Navarro team up was great. Plus Cathy Garcia-Molina’s greatness in directing made the movie awesome and worth it. The plot of the story was okay. Finally! A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Filipino movie with a REAL plot&lt;/span&gt;. But the ending was a bit shallow and corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at around 4:25. We, again, were hungry. We travelled all over the place before we were able decide where to eat. We ended up eating at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baker’s Passion&lt;/span&gt;. Just where we started! How cool was that?! We left RP at 6:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/83/NOVEMBER_3_RobPlace"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PICTURES HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN: THURSDAY 5:30-10:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE: Star City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTENDANCE: Me Jane Paolo B. Paolo P. Janna Pau Julius Angel Thom Richard Cyril Dick By Franz Niel Aljon Ralph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Star City at 5:30. Bought our passes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;375 pesos each. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the purchase of our ride passes, we rode the escalator to the second floor and got ourselves involved in the first attraction that caught our eyes. Unfortunately, it's the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ame Peter Pan thing&lt;/span&gt;. I had the most boring 5 minutes of my life while the rest spend their time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretending that they're enjoying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabi ng Lagim &lt;/span&gt;was the next attraction we saw and we did not let the chance to enter a horror house slipped. It was one of those typical not-so-scary-horror-house. But with the presence of Pau and Jane in our group, who apparently s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creamed their lungs out&lt;/span&gt;, made the whole thing exciting. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ride-all-you-can pass costs 300 pesos but we opted to avail the pass that entails us a visit to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow World&lt;/span&gt;. The attraction Thom wanted to experience beforehand. Before entering, we were each given plastic bags to place our gadgets and jackets. Normal jackets I supposed, but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;odor is way way not normal.&lt;/span&gt; It's snow world, what do you expect? It's pretty cold inside. An escape to Philippines. And the slides were amaaaaazing and super cool. We didn't stayed that long. Majority of the human body is composed of liquid substances and we do not want to take the risk of freezing those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a short break after the snow world experience. After which we entered another horror house whose name I do not remember. Then took another break after as others ate some snacks. It's time to ride &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viking&lt;/span&gt;. We waited for about 20minutes before we could ride. Everybody was excited except for By. He confessed that he rode a similar ride in Enchanted Kingdom and ended up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling dizzy&lt;/span&gt; and all. But then we were able to convinced him to ride with us but that was his &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;last ride of the day. Scared much By?&lt;/span&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wild River&lt;/span&gt; was where we headed next. We[Angel,Niel,Janna, Julius and I] did some connivance that would heat things up. We assigned whose going to be with who in the log-like-boats that would leave &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pau with Richard&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane with Paolo B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The plan was easily executed since everybody [except those involved] agreed. Log1: Thom PaoP. Franz Log 2:Cy Aljon Ralph Log3: Pau and Richard![yiiiiiiiiiiii] Log4: Dick Niel Janna Log5: Me Julius Angel Log 6: Jane and PaoloB [another yiiiiiiiiiii] No By in this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Flyer &lt;/span&gt;next. It is one of the latest rides in Star City. It's like a roller coaster with a hint of EK's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flying Fiesta&lt;/span&gt;. We were hanging in our seats and our feet were left open below. Once again, no By. HAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyclone Loop&lt;/span&gt; was next in our list. Janna and Paolo B. decided to skip this one. And By, unsurprisingly, did not experienced the ride as well. We went to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kilabot ng Mummy&lt;/span&gt; after. Then we had dinner. We occupied 2 long tables and bought food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meals that ranges from 45-70 pesos&lt;/span&gt;. Correct me if I'm wrong star city mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our stomachs were still full and we don't want anyone of us to give us the second look of his/her dinner, we helped ourselves by getting into those non nauseating attractions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time Tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[not sure of the name]&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bump Car&lt;/span&gt;. Bump Car has the capacity of only 10 players and so we were divided into 3 batches. First batch: Me Thom Richard Cy Paolo B. Dick Aljon Franz Ralph Neil Second Batch: Jane Paolo P. Julius By Third Batch: Angel Janna Pau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surf Dance&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Best ride of the night!&lt;/span&gt; Everyone has to agree on that. Well, for those who rode at least.Once again, no By! But this time, he's with the PaoloS . HAHA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He did not get his money worth, did he? &lt;/span&gt;We entered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;snow world again&lt;/span&gt;. But this time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more on sliding and less appreciating on the ice sculptures&lt;/span&gt;. Then just before we left, we tried the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wall climbing&lt;/span&gt; challenge. The goal is to hit the bell on the top of an inflatable tower before 30 seconds to win a prize. 6 of us tried, but no one succeed. It was PaoloB and Cy who goes me. Me and Niel followed them. Then Angel and Janna. Others sang karaoke after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10.30, we decided to call it a day. or a night. I rode an o&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;range jeepney&lt;/span&gt; with Thom Aljon Janna Pau Richard Franz By Ralp and Paolo B going back to La Salle. I rode taxi from there and got home at around 11:10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/84/NOVEMBER_6_STAR_CITY"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PICTURES HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[another story of the same event &lt;a href="http://icantthinkofsomethingclever.blogspot.com/"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO LAZY TO PROOF READ. PARDON FOR THE ERRORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-1625416327757432406?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1625416327757432406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1625416327757432406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1625416327757432406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1625416327757432406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-says-school-days-arent-fun.html' title='Who Says School Days Aren&apos;t Fun!?!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-2335143570644315789</id><published>2008-11-07T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:45:28.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EM'/><title type='text'>it WAS just a stupid game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time to write the blogpost/s [I’m still deciding if I am to one or two] I promised to do last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, Chemistry class, as usual I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in the mood to listen to the class discussion. Is it just me or the prof really bores the class? And so I pulled out a pen and paper from my bag hoping that a bulb would light up and I would find a way to kill time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[FYI Time moves sloooooooooow during Chem class]&lt;/span&gt; And there it goes! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;An incandescent halogen compact fluorescent HID CFL light bulb lit&lt;/span&gt;. But that idea isn’t fun to do alone. I asked Jane, whose sitting next to me in a class if she wanted to play a game. Feeling the same sentiments as I do, she sounded euphoric as she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game goes like this. I asked her to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;list down&lt;/span&gt; every student in our block [her not part of the list] in alphabetical order. She then has to choose between the first two names if ever they’re in a life and death situation. Then she has to choose between the third and fourth name, and so on and so forth. When done with the first round, removing half of the block, the first one saved will go against the second one saved, the third versus the fourth, making the list again halved. It took 5 rounds until three names are left and she has to make a selection of whom she will be taking with until the end. And the result was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PREDICTABLE!&lt;/span&gt; She asked me to do the same thing but when I reached the last stage, where only 3 names were left, I stopped. I can’t anymore decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is only I and her who played the game, there were no issues with the results. But the next day, during English Research class and we have nothing to do, we asked Pau to play the game. And when she reached the end, she gave a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURPRISINGLY SURPRISING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;final pick. Niel played it afterwards. Janna, Julius, Rb, Lance, Danish and Richard also participated. Most of us wanted to stop when 3 choices were left. But we then agreed that the maximum final selection is between 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simple game left complicated concerns&lt;/span&gt;. Though it did not start a fight, it triggered some miniature arguments. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are all friends after all.&lt;/span&gt; But when required to make a decision, I guess we all have too,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no matter how painful and awful it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, they now called it the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;FRIENDSHIP GAME&lt;/span&gt;. A blogpost about the game was written by another participant. &lt;a href="http://clockworkminstrel.blogspot.com/2008/11/preoccupied.html"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've made my decision. I'll write another blogpost after this. or sometime later.&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-2335143570644315789?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/2335143570644315789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=2335143570644315789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2335143570644315789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2335143570644315789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-was-just-stupid-game.html' title='it WAS just a stupid game'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-7314208883289620778</id><published>2008-11-06T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:31:21.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Tired to Even Think of a Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have things in mind worthy of a/some blogpost/s. But I guess I'll just do it[writing the post/s] tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bye.&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/8766860483329294487-7314208883289620778?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/7314208883289620778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=7314208883289620778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/7314208883289620778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/7314208883289620778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-tired-to-even-think-of-title.html' title='Too Tired to Even Think of a Title'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5271900905061202576</id><published>2008-11-04T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:50:42.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Kill You If You'll Kill Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, I've been fascinated with the concept of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;, dying and all. Not to mention my extreme &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anticipation for the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;. Which I believe will happen,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; SOON!&lt;/span&gt; But I always freak out every time a coffin-carrying-carriage passed by my sight. [kahit peripherical vision ko pa yun] I can stand seeing people dying and them inside coffins but to my surprise , I feel utmost apprehension when I see such scenario. [the passing of the c-c-c]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home today, I saw NOT ONE, NOT TWO, NOT EVEN THREE coffin-carrying-carriages. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SAW FOUR FUCKING C-C-Cs!&lt;/span&gt; And that did some major damage in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Medulla Oblongata&lt;/span&gt;. Enough said. I have work loads due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So the title has approximately 2 percent relevance to the content of my post. That is why I'm currently working on my title-giving-prowess. Wait for it, okay?&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/8766860483329294487-5271900905061202576?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5271900905061202576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5271900905061202576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5271900905061202576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5271900905061202576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-kill-you-if-youll-kill-me.html' title='I&apos;ll Kill You If You&apos;ll Kill Me'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-6233390301995700650</id><published>2008-11-02T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:28:07.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MADE ME DO THIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that this is not worth my precious time but I might as well share to the whole world how this certain idiot in my block pisses me off! PISSES US OFF, my entire block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mentally retarded&lt;/span&gt;! I SWEAR! Simply by looking at his &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hideous face &lt;/span&gt;you can tell that there is something wrong with “&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;”! That’s better. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;“IT” is an “IT”&lt;/span&gt;. "It" is a perfect epitome of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show-offy-JERK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt; type of person. Lucky you if you do not know “IT”. But as for my block, I pity us. WHY DO WE HAVE TO SPEND OUR SCHOOL DAYS WITH “IT”? How can we even concentrate if every once in a while a dumb ass will butt into the lecture and speak only of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;senseless and absurd&lt;/span&gt; statements. Mind you people, I don't envy him for anything. Call me ruthless but that creature indeed has gotten into my nerves. Don’t get me started narrating IT’s inborn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insanity and filthiness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better have a caveman as a block mate!&lt;/span&gt; Bottom line is, I HATE “IT”! WE HATE “IT”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Just in case your wondering, IT's GAY.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY ALL SOULS DAY TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I gone overboard? Perhaps YES. But there is nothing wrong with being HONEST, right?&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-6233390301995700650?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/6233390301995700650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=6233390301995700650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/6233390301995700650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/6233390301995700650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-made-me-do-this.html' title='YOU MADE ME DO THIS!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1144645139436689109</id><published>2008-10-30T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:44:15.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Visions And Revisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;October is about to end &lt;strike&gt;soon&lt;/strike&gt; very soon.. and how many post/s do I have for this month? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NADA!&lt;/span&gt; This(blog), for everybody's sake is my longest running blog and me not able to write anything this month means what? Have I grown too sick of writing posts that are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intentionally senseless&lt;/span&gt;? Are there to much school-related-workloads to find time to visit my blog?  Or is it the combination of both? Whatever reason/s it may be, I have found a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"strategy"&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is how I would like to call it, the strategy]&lt;/span&gt; that would get me back into my game. And from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NADA,&lt;/span&gt; here comes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOILA!&lt;/span&gt; A post before october ends. Or should I say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRATEGY NUMBER 1: CHANGE BLOG NAME&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ifecangettaft&lt;/span&gt;, I changed my blog name to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OFVISIONSANDREVISIONS&lt;/span&gt;. (and by now you should already have figured that out coz if you haven't then how come you're already reading this post considering that i already changed my blog name, neh?) What made me changed my blog name? I realized that, this blog would not contain my life as a LaSallian. Which is the reason for the by-now-dead-blog. This blog would contain MY LIFE! *period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll ask me.. what's with the name? where did it come from? what is its meaning? B&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e my guest.&lt;/span&gt; I haven't figured that out yet. But I swear, it didn't came out like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*poop*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRATEGY NUMBER 2: CHANGE LAYOUT&lt;br /&gt;My previous blog was tough to navigate. And it is a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; messy looking. Strategy 2 worked! A simpler but more sophisticated layout got me back into writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRATEGY NUMBER 3: READ FRIENDS' BLOGS&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Their blogs might serve as an eye opener. And that exactly is the effect on me. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://icantthinkofsomethingclever.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://clockworkminstrel.blogspot.com"&gt;Rb&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lotsee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lots&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it. I'm really kinda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; right now with the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; and new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;title&lt;/span&gt; and new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; but same old me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-1144645139436689109?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1144645139436689109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1144645139436689109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1144645139436689109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1144645139436689109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-visions-and-revisions.html' title='Of Visions And Revisions'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-3994629083883957777</id><published>2008-09-25T19:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:05:05.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Salle lost to Ateneo. Big deal? YEAH! Definitely. Ateneo was uhmm... good. La Salle played a kick ass game. HAHA. okaaay. BIAS. Akala ko yung DLSU vs ADMU game yung magiging "the event of the day" pero thingSss that are more worth blogging about happened after the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga third quarter na nung dumating yung crew ng GMA with cameras and all. They documented yung mga parts na nagche-cheer yung mga taga la salle. Napaisip ako na what if after ng game, they would make ambush interviews like that of pagkatapos manood ng movies ni Sharon Cuneta. At ganun nga nangyari. When we were about to leave the place, nakasalubong namen yung crew ng GMA and isang reporter holding a blue mic walking towards us since papalabas na kame ng pinto. Me not wanting to appear on national television UNPREPARED [kung nakahanda ako haharap ako dun], I walked fast and passed by the camera. FYI, the camera was inches away from my face. Pwede na yun. At least di nainterview. Si jigs yung nahuli kaya naabutan siya, but he was able to escape. Dumaan siya sa ilalim ng cam. With all effort na hindi mainterview. Nakita nila Jane, RB and Janna na umiwas si Jigs and they pushed him back. Left with no choice, nagsalita na si Jigs. "We promise to return!" yan sinabi niya. HAHA. With Danish shouting sa background, "Luto! Luto!" Then they both panic-ed na baka mapakita sila sa TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking papalabas ng La Salle, tuloy tuloy pa din si danish sa pag papanic. She kept on exclaiming na baka narining yung sinisigaw niya na "Luto!Luto". Prayer ANSWERED! HAHA. May isang weird stranger na biglang sumingit sa conversation namen. Sabi, "sana naging cook na lang yung referee." We all laughed hard habang sinusundan namen ng tingin yung lalake. Then sabi ni Jane, "oi! kabatch ko yun dati". It figures. It really does! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkalabas sa La Salle and walking towards LRT station, may nangyari na naman. Humiwalay na si Richard para kumaen sa Mcdo. Si Ralph, nauuna sa paglalakad. He looked back for a reason I don't know and when he started to move forward, she stepped on a woman's foot. Dahil nga umuulan at madulas, halos sumubsob na yung babae. Janna, unable to control her feelings, laughed her ass off sa harap nung babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we separated ways. RB and Jane took the LRT going to Baclaran.  While it was me, Janna, Danish, Jigs and Ralph who took the train going to Monumento. Habang tumatawid kame, may isang babae na natanggal at naiwan yung slippers niya. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky na makasakay sa Skip/Escape train. [ano ba talaga tawag dun?! yung di nagsisimula sa dulo!] Busy kame answering yung mga text nung friend ni danish na nag aaral na sa Ateneo. And I'm telling you, hindi maganda yung pagkakatabas ng bunganga nung taga ADMU na yun. NOT because im from DLSU and there is this so called rivalry between our schools. Talagang may mali lang dun sa taga ADMU na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumaba na si Janna and Danish sa Doroteo Jose station to transfer to MRT 2. Jigs took off at Bambang station. May pumasok na babae sa train. Mga nasa 25-35 years old. She stood exactly dun sa pwesto ni Jigs bago siya bumaba. She was texting using her left hand. Siguro yung right hand yung ipanghahawak niya sa rail. Ayun nga ginawa niya. She positioned her hand. CURLED AND GRIPPED. Pero there's something wrong. DI SIYA NAKAHAWAK SA RAIL. She did the curling and gripping part on mid air! HAHA. That's how cool she is!  I can't help but laugh. I was staring at her hand and mga 10-15 seconds bago niya marealize na hindi siya nakahawak sa rail. I was laughing hanggang Blumentritt station! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALIZATIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never ever watch a finals game between DLSU and ADMU not prepared to be shown on national television.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strangers who barge into conversations has mental deficiencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roads are really slippery when wet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some are granted the ability to grip on mid air. AMAZING!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No time to proof read. Actually, there is. But I'm too lazy to proof read my own work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-3994629083883957777?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/3994629083883957777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=3994629083883957777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/3994629083883957777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/3994629083883957777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/09/main-event.html' title='Main Event'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1520334097241076589</id><published>2008-09-20T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:06:09.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANGAYAN PART 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you haven't read Bangayan Part 1 yet, better scroll down and read it first. OK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron pang similar scenarin na nangyari. Sa blog ko ulet sa Multiply. Again, a very very short post. Pero ewan ko. Baka people are into making short-walang-kwentang-post into a bangayan-tayo-since-di-naman-saten-toh one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto lang post ko dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..cLasses just started yesterday (o6.13.o7) and earLy this morning it was announced that we shaLL have no cLasses staring tomorrow (o6.15.07) untiL tuesday next (o6.19.07).haha. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;+ this is due to the on-going instaLLation and voLtage capacity test of our cLassrooms air-conditioning system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An insecure upper class [wo]man commented on my post. Eto sabi niya&lt;br /&gt;LEGEND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;insecure freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;classmate 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;classmate 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;batchmate of the insecure freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;isa lang ang masasabi ko, we suffered much from the fiery heat of the weather but we was able to suceed things!!! At least, we wont demand for another year to repeat! ^_^ piz!!! ^_^ [message ng isang upperclassman na naiingit at nagagalaiti sa galit!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Notice how poor his grammar is?!? and so I left a comment trying to correct his grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we suffered much from the fiery heat of the weather but we WERE able to WITHSTAND it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes the war part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry, you FAILED a grammar lesson. You MUST demand for a repeat- repeat HIGH SCHOOL and study again. :D I can't believe they let you graduate. Maybe the aircon units were meant for better speaking population of Lourdesians. Whatever you mean by repeat (which your awful grammar had clouded) ,trust me, repeat grammar school and get a life. Leave us alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;jad14 style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;'s statement... I must say that he is mad &lt;well it="" s=""&gt; with what happened with things... but his earlier statements prove otherwise... &gt;,&lt; ...  They should really have done this in the long summer vacation. I for one witnessed the absence of work during our vacation but I can't that all of the fault's theirs. I mean, as far as I heard, the delivery of the later batch of aircons was kind of delayed (june 12, imagine!?) thus delaying all that's next as well. Because of everybody's stupidity (and this goes for everyone liable), we're now bound to suffer one long and nice vacation... Well, at least everyone's happy , ne?  @&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;classmate 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/well&gt;&lt;/jad14&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jad14 style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;well it="" s=""&gt;don't be too harsh... &gt;&lt; ... although you had your point there... hehe...  @&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;insecure freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/well&gt;&lt;/jad14&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jad14 style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;well it="" s=""&gt;... and we weren't able to bear things? hala! We wouldn't have stayed in LSQC up to this time if we couldn't just bear simple heat. And... of course, no one would want to repeat a whole year just because there are aircon units the next year...&lt;/well&gt;&lt;/jad14&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jad14 style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;well it="" s=""&gt;&lt;/well&gt;&lt;/jad14&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jad14 style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;well it="" s=""&gt;But of course, no harm's meant for anyone..&lt;/well&gt;&lt;/jad14&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, LOURDES SCHOOL is not a grammar school... its Lourdes School and during my batch, science ang specialization!!! DON'T YOU DARE USE your record being a consistent cream class student or even a honor-roll student comparing your grammar with me, a semi-cream class student loser!!! Lahat, nagkakatalo sa college, researching is game dude!!! The content is better than the grammar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yes, I have a life, a hollaback life... a life that I know how to look back things... sabihin na nating namamatay ako sa inggit... at least, I have learned something from one of my teachers way back there, "... if I have a chance to destroy one's identity... I can and I would destroy yours!" Pareho lang tayo ng gender orientation, kaya huwag mo akong subukang okrayin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't like the tone of your comment... Hindi como senior ka na, you would treat us alumnus giving such line... may paki pa kami sa lourdes dahil may utang pa sila sa batch namin.... ang aming yearbook kaya its my business to compare that mas na-prioritize ang airconditioning kaysa sa overdue na yearbook namin. I just want to see things develop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and by the way.... blog is not a grammar lesson!!! ^_^ you FAILED BIGTIME in vocabulary!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;my identity has fallen apart longer than i  can remember. thanks for the threat though. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;insecure freak shut up na lang. if you can't express urself in a fluent manner, eh ano pa ba ang Filipino dibah. you are embarassing our batcha and you're a la sallian jady or a la sallete (have no idea on spelling and correct use) haha. god ayi ang lucky nio. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&gt; Well, LOURDES SCHOOL is not a grammar school... its Lourdes School and during my batch, science ang specialization!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Whatever you say, still, English has been thought to you (and in any school in the Philippines, as far as I know of course) from like elementary thus you should know at least a bit or two about your grammar. You defied your own statement; it's not Lourdes Science School... sometimes, the name just doesn't say it all, and now I just realized something, it's Lourdes "School."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and btw, it's not "its Lourdes," it's "it's Lourdes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&gt;DON'T YOU DARE USE your record being a consistent cream class student or even a honor-roll student comparing your grammar with me, a semi-cream class student loser!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;He didn't say he's from the cream class nor that you're a loser. I don't know if he even knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&gt; Lahat, nagkakatalo sa college, researching is game dude!!! The content is better than the grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Grammar without content is yet to be heard, but content without understanding is a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&gt;"... if I have a chance to destroy one's identity... I can and I would destroy yours!" Pareho lang tayo ng gender orientation, kaya huwag mo akong subukang okrayin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and why would you do such?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&gt;and by the way.... blog is not a grammar lesson!!! ^_^ you FAILED BIGTIME in vocabulary!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;it's not just with the grammar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;AGAIN, no offense meant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;nag end na din after niyan. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my multiply!?!?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-1520334097241076589?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1520334097241076589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1520334097241076589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1520334097241076589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1520334097241076589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/09/bangayan-part-2.html' title='BANGAYAN PART 2'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-3498200066931158306</id><published>2008-09-20T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:07:11.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANGAYAN PART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to write a new blogpost pero wala ako maisulat KANINA. Tiningnan ko previous blogs ko hoping na makakuha ako ng inspiration from my own blogs din. HAHA. So here it goes.. Nakita ko yung short post ko sa multiply na eto lang nakasulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Case No. : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11562 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Examinee Name: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uy, Alexter Ayi Acob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lourdes School, Qc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Degree : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ECE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Status: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accepted (1st Choice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And who would have thought na sa ganyang kaiksi na post [can that even be considered as a post?!], would cost too much commotion/s. A stranger [na contact ko sa multiply] left a comment na medyo ..... errrrr! you decide kung anong klaseng comment yun. here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;congrats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;but you should have chosen a better course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ECE is just about electronics and communications...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(well,at least you should have known better..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;why not civil eng'g?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;anyway... congratulations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends plus another stranger [i know, madami akong di kilalang contact sa multiply ko. HAHAHA] sort of reacted dun sa sinabi nung stranger number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;legend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;stranger 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;friend 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;friend 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;stranger 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;what??Civil engineer is better that ECE??OMG!!you are one crazy girl!lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Electronics and communication is always a preferred choice over Civil. There are many reasons to justify. Some of them are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Communication is utmost importance in the current information era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Most of the fields and services are getting automated in this fast moving world. Obviously electronics design such as PCB, ASIC place an important role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;My friend would not want to work at DPWH!lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;hello, congratulations! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;naalala ko tuloy nung nakapasa ako sa dlsu last year. JANUARY 2 din. pero chemical engineering naman ang first choice ko nun. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;**anyway miss divine08, pwede ka naman magsuggest ng di ka nanguutos di ba? hehe. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! welcome fellow Lasallian!!!! my god! i knew that you would pass!! i am so proud!! Khit na COE ka at CBE ako okay lang kasi schoolmates na tayo!!! yipeee!!! ANIMO!!! also, i looove your course!!! it's way better than civil!!!ahahaha!!hugzzz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after niyan. nagkaron na ng bangayan between &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;stranger 1&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;friend 1.&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;haha...well i hope you'll not be working in any call centers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;the job of the masses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and i never mentioned that civil engineering is better than ece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hahaha...laugh out loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever!find someone who will agree to your non sense opinion..and by the way like what i did give justifications...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;not just say na "ECE is just about electronics and Communication".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;eh ano ung Civil??about lang sa civil?wahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"but you should have chosen a better course..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You didnt mention na Civil is better than ECE???wahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont know you but it just show na you know nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Katulad nga ng kanta naming mga taga la salle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"nagdudunungdunungan hindi naman toooottt..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;-I'd rather be green than be blue song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;haha...laugh out loud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not being mean with the course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;thomasian ako, so i won't go lower para maabot ko ang level nyo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;godbless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;goodluck with your course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;may marating ka sana with your attitude... ^.^hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;as expected... students from la salle just can't accept opinions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;i just gve my opinion...i never asked him to change the course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;haha... ok lang if hindi accepted ang opinion ko... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;i love your school,though...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;attitude lang yan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the reply is an example of reverse psychology...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;try reading the previous posts...the mood of the posts suddenly changed as if inaapi siya when siya yung nag salita ng ndi ganun kaganda ung tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;haha...nkktawa naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;wag ka maxado paapekto my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;it's just a comment... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;it's in how you apply the tone with what i type...^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;add mo pla ako ha..^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sorry i dont add people i dont know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di na ulet nagcomment yung stranger. Sooo. bottom line. My friend WON. The stranger became a loser-stranger. And nakagawa ako ng bagong post. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-3498200066931158306?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/3498200066931158306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=3498200066931158306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/3498200066931158306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/3498200066931158306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-if-i-also-passed-upcat-and-acet.html' title='BANGAYAN PART 1'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-8344228888743494001</id><published>2008-09-11T09:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:05:30.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><title type='text'>An Incredible Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;repost from a former blog of a former classmate&lt;/span&gt;. [the event took place last june-july 2007]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When she was missing in class, we thought it was due to illness, probably fever. Days passed and she was still nowhere to be found. this is an incredible account of how a class was able to bring back the missing member of their classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The school year started and almost everyone seemed familiar to each other except for this timid girl. She was really alone and is strangely anti-social. That is understandable considering that she had just transferred from a neaby high school last year. Culture shock could probably be culminating within her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were a few home works and quizzes and so my friends and I killed time at Jollibee. They talked about anime and sang japanese songs which rendered me out-of-place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, we talked about our her because she was absent for 8 days then. There were efforts to learn about what happened to her but she has no telephone line nor cellphone then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We took a second look at our class directory. We found her address and since there is no other way to contact her, we decided to pay her a visit. It's actually not too far and I am familiar with the street address. Navigating is not a problem with me around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We rode a tricycle to their place and found her mom. She was a little surprise, one can notice an excitement hidden within her. The show on Disney channel then was KIM POSSIBLE. The mom beckoned her daughter to come over for us, her visitors. We exchanged hellos and managed to crack a good laugh. Then she confessed the reason why she was absent for about a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She has a school debt of about 35000 pesos. according to her, she must pay it first before she could continue schooling as a scholar. yap, she is a scholar this year but not the year before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As to console or to entertain, a friend by the name of Ober offered to leave with her his PSP, Cellphone and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we left, I imagine what can I do. I am not wealthy so I was counted out when the people around me where determined to help her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spread the news and i was surprised that the class officers were already planning to save her and get her to school. I had my reluctance then but some force is compelling me to become one in their advocacy, then our advocacy. We (Mel-president, JB -vice, Maweeh -busman plus me- concerned) went to our Adviser, Ma'am Rola, who adviced us to seek ma'am Gomez ( year level Chairperson ) for help. unfortunately, she cannot do anything and so we went to the Assistant Principal of Academic Affairs, Ma'am Blanco. She cannot do anything as well because we were facing the policy of the school but we learned from her that the deadline for all enrollees was friday. it helped us to panic though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A series of class meetings were made, asking for suggestions on how to raise 35, 000 overnight. Allan, radical as always, pointed out the awareness of the parents of our classmate about our plan. according to him, we might destroy their diginity and other ideas related to it. However, the class was determined to bring our classmate back to school wether the parents like it or not. Of course there will always be opposing forces like allan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We resolved at asking for extensions in the deadline. We went to the Prinicpal but she went home early. So we (pao, ayi, nutz, mich and mel plus me) went to the registrar ( ma'am grandea ) but she refused to extend the deadline. The last administrator that we consulted was the Rector (fr. Acuin OFM. Cap) It appears that he was not fully aware about it but he adviced us to rethink about our plan of raising money. He said that stopping school for a while is not much. It could be a preparation. The Rector actually asked:" WHY HER?" I summoned all the courage to tell him that she deserves it because getting to the cream class for just a year is no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was impressed by Ayi and other concerned classmates who won't stop working until something happens.I would just like to quote the very empowering statement he said :" I cannot bear if all our efforts would go in vain". We went to the place of our lost classmate again, the show was KIM POSSIBLE again (talk about schedule) and we tried to orient them about our plan. We decided to raise money from parents and make her parents pay it back in return. They seem to be blessed, smiles were on their lips and eyes. I knew that God was working through them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went home to start collecting money for tomorrow. mind you, we need to raise 35000 pesos over night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was about 8 pm I checked out who were online at YM and help in asking our classmates to ask money from parents. A conference was held. the people who were willing to shell out money were Ayi, Dedge, Iggy, Mich, Dwight and, surprisingly, Allan! However, the money raised was still insufficient for our classmate's debt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;before i went to bed, I prayed strongly to God. Much has been invested on saving her. i don't want everything to go in vain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First thing in the morning, I went to school, forgetting about breakfast and relayed to my classmates the efforts of our fellow classmates. I could feel that they are one with the class' advocacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While waiting for the people who are going to shell out money, Philip came and surprisingly, he looks angelic to me. He was the answered prayer. He has a check of 35000 which he got from Student leaders ( thank you guys!) He paid our friend's debt. The money was donated which means no money must be paid back, her parents need not to pay it. We learned about the registrar's unappealing comment. the other expenses were shouldered by our classmates who brought some money. Philip and I went to the registrar which looks amazed at how we were able to get the money. As we were loittering at the Magnificat grounds, the Asst. Principal on Academic affairs congratulated us. We hunted for the Principal but she was nowhere to be find at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the praise and glory was offered to the Lord when the Principal came barging with her heavy shoes into our classroom. We were expecting Math Class so you can just imagine our stupefaction upon seeing her. From the looks of it, she doesn't look happy but then, it turned out to be a mechanism for controlling the overflowing joy within our principal. I remember the words: "This is something that i would like to see in the coming years, not now." The statment was : "This is not leadership..." with those lines, some creeping force possessed my body, i could feel it crawling from my feet but then she continued, "... this is brotherhood" I cannot help but praise the Lord because right after the principal's message, the result of the quiz #2 in Math was released and i got a perfect mark! PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never in my wildest dreams that 35000 could be gathered overnight. except of course if you are filthy rich but to consider that we were only 4th year students, most of which only have a 150-200 pesos allowance everyday, the odds were against us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, brought together by the need of a person to establish a brighter future and enveloped by the spirit of the Lord, an incredible way to solve the problem is always around waiting to be noticed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brothers and sisters, What i can leave for you to ponder on is this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PRAY! IT WORKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-8344228888743494001?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/8344228888743494001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=8344228888743494001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/8344228888743494001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/8344228888743494001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/09/incredible-story.html' title='An Incredible Story'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5708417068017680918</id><published>2008-09-08T12:54:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:49:47.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO SUMMARIZE IT ALL</title><content type='html'>Tapos na isang term. Eto yung ilan sa mga dates to remember. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/60/DLSU_blockmates_EM83_LPEP2K8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 12-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - LPEP2k8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS0OvaN_xI/AAAAAAAAABU/fvBLVqyu4zQ/s1600-h/IMG_8086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS0OvaN_xI/AAAAAAAAABU/fvBLVqyu4zQ/s320/IMG_8086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243514031503703826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 26&lt;/span&gt; - First day of Classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS0jBFYwUI/AAAAAAAAABs/F3jY4fC4jJ8/s1600-h/Copy-of-DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS0jBFYwUI/AAAAAAAAABs/F3jY4fC4jJ8/s320/Copy-of-DSC01491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243514379845550402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Birthday ni Angel! [di siya nagsabi]&lt;br /&gt;           Starbucks with Jane Angel Lance Christine Jigs and Lots&lt;br /&gt;           KFC with Jane Lance Danish and Kevin Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 29&lt;/span&gt; -  Submission of First TREDONE essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 2&lt;/span&gt; - First GRAPONE task [basic lettering strokes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 5&lt;/span&gt; - Had first ENGALG1 short quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 6&lt;/span&gt; - Stephen's Bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 12&lt;/span&gt; - First ENGAGL1 LONG QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/67/EM_NSTP-CWTS._"&gt;June 14&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- First visit to Karahume Bulacan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS2OlP1nZI/AAAAAAAAACU/F4qG9SQVJjo/s1600-h/1_291976979l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS2OlP1nZI/AAAAAAAAACU/F4qG9SQVJjo/s320/1_291976979l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243516227799063954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 17&lt;/span&gt; - Joined ECES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 18&lt;/span&gt; - First ENGTRIG LONG QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/64/Janes_Naughty_17th_Celebration._"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 19&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- ENGLCOM survey&lt;br /&gt;Distribution of Class Directory&lt;br /&gt;FILKOMU Long Test&lt;br /&gt;Jane's Bday! =D [Krokodile Grille &amp;amp; Padi's Point @ MOA. with Jane Lance Angel Cy Paolo P. Thom Aljon Elbert and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dick&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS1LZfxbdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HGXv4o4tqZo/s1600-h/DSC02918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS1LZfxbdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HGXv4o4tqZo/s320/DSC02918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243515073593437650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 22&lt;/span&gt; - Danish's Bday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 23&lt;/span&gt; - Bagyong Frank! Walang Pasok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 24&lt;/span&gt; - Manila Day! Wala ulet pasok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 25&lt;/span&gt; - Lumabas result sa first ENGTRIG test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/68/EM_o7.o1.2oo8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - PERSEF1 ROLEPLAY&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS0PEf4DQI/AAAAAAAAABk/x4Cy0J7HTJM/s1600-h/IMG_3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS0PEf4DQI/AAAAAAAAABk/x4Cy0J7HTJM/s320/IMG_3466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243514037164576002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 5&lt;/span&gt; - UAAP opening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 6&lt;/span&gt; - DLSU vs ADMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 8&lt;/span&gt; - FILKOMU Midterm Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 10&lt;/span&gt; - ECES general assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 12&lt;/span&gt;- Yellow Can with Pau RB Danish Julius and Janna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 14&lt;/span&gt; - GRAPONE test&lt;br /&gt;               ENGTRIG quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 15&lt;/span&gt; - Patrick's Bday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/71/_CITYLAND_CONDO_"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Swimming @ Cityland. with Pau Rb Janna and Julius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS1dNJulEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AeBJg4P5Mpw/s1600-h/CIMG0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS1dNJulEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AeBJg4P5Mpw/s320/CIMG0893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243515379517396034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 21-28&lt;/span&gt; - SC Freshmen Campaign Period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 23 &lt;/span&gt;- Kevin P's Bday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/79/random_EM_pictures"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - TREDONE Tower Building Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS1uIEbRoI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ndd6jjqA9Qw/s1600-h/P7220088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS1uIEbRoI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ndd6jjqA9Qw/s320/P7220088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243515670210758274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 26&lt;/span&gt; - Cody and KevinL's Birthday! =D&lt;br /&gt;     Last CWTS for the first term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS2BDTbZoI/AAAAAAAAACM/2tgGRt4y8X4/s1600-h/CIMG1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS2BDTbZoI/AAAAAAAAACM/2tgGRt4y8X4/s320/CIMG1478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243515995349018242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 29-31&lt;/span&gt; - SC Freshmen Elections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/79/random_EM_pictures"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Watch Noli El Fili @ PETA&lt;br /&gt;           ate @ Max, Gateway with Rb Pau Danish Janna Julius Angel Richard Niel and Elbert&lt;br /&gt;Watch DLSU vs UE @ araneta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS208umKiI/AAAAAAAAACc/BSpGGj-7lJk/s1600-h/CIMG2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS208umKiI/AAAAAAAAACc/BSpGGj-7lJk/s320/CIMG2134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243516886937119266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 4 &lt;/span&gt;- Trigo Quiz # 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/75/TREDONE_SHOOTING_o8.o8.o8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -TREDONE Oral Graded Recitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/74/AUGUST_7_2008_Em"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - 5 HOUR BREAK&lt;br /&gt;            watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre with Pau Danish Rb Janna and Niel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS30cqcS8I/AAAAAAAAACk/U52EsT2WDos/s1600-h/IMG-5106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS30cqcS8I/AAAAAAAAACk/U52EsT2WDos/s320/IMG-5106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243517977841388482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/75/TREDONE_SHOOTING_o8.o8.o8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - TREDONE shooting day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS4H_1iLkI/AAAAAAAAACs/NG-jHlP15Y8/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS4H_1iLkI/AAAAAAAAACs/NG-jHlP15Y8/s320/DSC00600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243518313700666946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS4IMyOGsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vvS-8BeRRFE/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS4IMyOGsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vvS-8BeRRFE/s320/DSC00645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243518317176429250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 11&lt;/span&gt; - Temple Visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS4brQvHXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yGXfLT0ER0g/s1600-h/DSC06005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS4brQvHXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yGXfLT0ER0g/s320/DSC06005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243518651774999922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/79/random_EM_pictures"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Lasallian Recollection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS4r1xZFbI/AAAAAAAAADE/1Ggq8WX09Oo/s1600-h/chris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS4r1xZFbI/AAAAAAAAADE/1Ggq8WX09Oo/s320/chris.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243518929474229682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 18 &lt;/span&gt;- Ninoy Aquino Day Holiday. No Classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/79/random_EM_pictures"&gt;August 21&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Last Regular Class Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS5I9RWV0I/AAAAAAAAADM/8u5dS8aOYRM/s1600-h/DSC06838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS5I9RWV0I/AAAAAAAAADM/8u5dS8aOYRM/s320/DSC06838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243519429703522114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 25&lt;/span&gt; - National Heroes Day! No Classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 26 &lt;/span&gt;- ENGALG1 Finals&lt;br /&gt;               -submission of PERSEF1 and ENGALG1 portfolios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS6KRgwCvI/AAAAAAAAADU/AlyaBFaDzEY/s1600-h/LiTRATO396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS6KRgwCvI/AAAAAAAAADU/AlyaBFaDzEY/s320/LiTRATO396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243520551828327154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               - Kenny Roger's with Jane Niel Rb and Pau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 27 &lt;/span&gt;- ENGTRIG Finals&lt;br /&gt;               -Yellow Cab with Jane Angel Niel and RB&lt;br /&gt;               -Charlie's Bday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/78/ICE_SKATING_MOA_o8.28.o8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - submission of &lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/77/ENGLCOM_porfolio"&gt;ENGLCOM portfolio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS6K6vWxjI/AAAAAAAAADc/alJGYDxzQFg/s1600-h/LiTRATO398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS6K6vWxjI/AAAAAAAAADc/alJGYDxzQFg/s320/LiTRATO398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243520562895439410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               - Intake Interview&lt;br /&gt;             - Kevin Z's Bday!&lt;br /&gt;             - Ice Skating @ MOA with Jane Lance Cy Paolo P. Paolo B. Paeng Thom Cody Niel and Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS6orUV_4I/AAAAAAAAADk/Ongq6pKfrBI/s1600-h/LiTRATO426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS6orUV_4I/AAAAAAAAADk/Ongq6pKfrBI/s320/LiTRATO426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243521074151686018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 1&lt;/span&gt; - Final Checking of GRAPONE plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 2&lt;/span&gt; - Course Card Distribution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-5708417068017680918?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5708417068017680918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5708417068017680918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5708417068017680918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5708417068017680918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-summarize-it-all.html' title='TO SUMMARIZE IT ALL'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SMS0OvaN_xI/AAAAAAAAABU/fvBLVqyu4zQ/s72-c/IMG_8086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-9117095808040131825</id><published>2008-09-07T23:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:59:20.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benta</title><content type='html'>Wala talagang magawa. Nag recall ako ng mga soobrang bentang mga dialogues, conversations, scenes, etc sa EM. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt;: Gusto ko kasi sa may tabi ng pinto nakaupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janna&lt;/span&gt;: Ah! Edi sa labas ka na lang. Para tabi talaga kayo.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;: Wag tayo humarang sa driveway [Sidewalk yun Christine. HAHA.]&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jigs&lt;/span&gt;: Christine. Picture ka ng picture ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;: Syempre, I'm a vain. [a vain? a vein? a ugat?]&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pau&lt;/span&gt;: yes Stephen! perfect ako! [sabay hampas sa likod ni stephen] Ay sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Shet Ayi, nahampas ko si Stephen, parang ganito [inulit pa!]&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: San tayo magpapa xerox? Sa San Miguel? [jane! miguel lang un!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;: [Laughs!] haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maya maya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janna&lt;/span&gt;: Pwede din naman yung San Miguel ah. Diba St. Miguel. Tagalog lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after 3 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lance&lt;/span&gt;: Pwede din naman yung San Miguel ah. Diba St. Miguel. Tagalog lang. [ah. ok! hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard&lt;/span&gt;: [habang kausap si Thom] si Ruffa Mae yun eh! [Referring to Danish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danish&lt;/span&gt;: shut up! Manny Pacquiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard&lt;/span&gt;: ay poooootek!&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayi&lt;/span&gt;: RB! san isesend yung reflection sa Lasare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RB&lt;/span&gt;: sa lasare1_recollection@yc.com [if lasare= lasallian recollection therefore lasare1_recollection =  lasallianrecollection1_recollection]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hirap maniwala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayi&lt;/span&gt;: Danish! san isesend yung reflection sa Lasare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danish&lt;/span&gt;: lasare1_reflection [now it makes sense! hahaha.]&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Belo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [habang nagdidiscuss, di ko maalala yung exact na words. basta may binigay siya na choices]  &lt;/span&gt;Alin dito? Ito o Eto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyril&lt;/span&gt;: Yes sir! [alin dun? hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;: Wag niyo nga patayin yung dilim! [baka ilaw ibig niyang sabihin]&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Setting: LRT1 , Marvin trying to show off his chinese speaking "talent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt;: Wanapo. Wanapo [chinese for katulong, kasambahay] Wanapo. Wanapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janna&lt;/span&gt;: TWOnapo!&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayi&lt;/span&gt;: Jane, Bday ni Kevin Pagaling ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: Hindi kaya! Wala sa planner ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dumating si Kevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: Kevin, Bday mo ba ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;: Oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayi&lt;/span&gt;: Sabi ko sayo eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: Hindi kaya! Hindi niya birthday! Wala talaga sa planner ko!&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: Tae! Nawawala cellphone ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayi&lt;/span&gt;: Hala! San mo huli nilagay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: Ay eto. Andito lang pala sa bag ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: Shet! Nawawala ulet phone ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayi&lt;/span&gt;: Na naman? Hanapin naten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: Andito lang pala sa bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: Nawawala phone ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayi&lt;/span&gt;: Anjan lang yan sa bag mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: Oo nga noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: Nawawala phone ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayi&lt;/span&gt;: Ganito na lang ba tayo araw araw?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti walang friday classes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danish&lt;/span&gt;: Grabe! yung tinga niya. 3 araw nasa ngipin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pau&lt;/span&gt;: OO nga! Parang ginawang apartment yung ngipin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danish&lt;/span&gt;: Oo! tpos may promo. Stay ka dun for 2 days. may libre isang araw.!&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayi&lt;/span&gt;: Janna! subukan mo nga langhapin tong paminta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janna&lt;/span&gt;: Sige mamaya. Experiment tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagkatapos kumain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janna:&lt;/span&gt; Tara! experiment.&lt;br /&gt;naglagay ng mga paminta sa tissue. mga 30 seconds na. wala pa nangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;biglang hinipan ni Niel yung tissue. umangat at kumapit sa ilong ni Janna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janna&lt;/span&gt;: P***! S***! T*******! F***! walang natira oh! kahit isang butil! Lahat nasa ilong ko!&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;to be updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-9117095808040131825?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/9117095808040131825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=9117095808040131825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/9117095808040131825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/9117095808040131825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/09/benta-dialogues-conversation-etc.html' title='Benta'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5531134777664607481</id><published>2008-09-07T22:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:52:27.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EM Assembly Line</title><content type='html'>Last August 21, I started working on my term end-er blog, so to speak. Eto yung naging first paragraph nun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First term is almost over. Sa susunod na linggo finlas na namen. It has been almost 3 months na nakakilala ako ng new set of people na nakasama ko at least 4-5 times every week. I guess it's dair enough na for me to write a blog about them. Kung ano mga tingin ko sa kanila and mga experiences ko with them kung meron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphabetically arranged ko ginawa. I wrote at least 3-5 sentences bawat isang tao. Nasa letter "E" pa lang ako. Bigla akong tinamad. haha. Second term is about to start kaya napisip ulet ako. But this time, words or phrases na lang gagamitin ko. HAHA. Lazy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start! sana di na ako tamarin. =D *fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aguyin, &lt;a href="http://dyigs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jigs&lt;/a&gt; - green [you guys know what i mean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang, &lt;a href="http://earlzhawn.multiply.com/"&gt;Earl&lt;/a&gt; - dancer [nagpapakahirap na turuan si jane mag cartwheel]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apelo, &lt;a href="http://lance0104.multiply.com/"&gt;Lance&lt;/a&gt; - Janna's best-kabarahan-friend. HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atienza, &lt;a href="http://angelatienza02.multiply.com/"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt; - skater, may boyfriend na mas mahigpit pa sa parents. =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ballesteros, &lt;a href="http://musicandsomuchmore.multiply.com/"&gt;Paolo&lt;/a&gt; - guitar kid, choreograher. B_______! haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baustista, Cedric - the early bird. 6.30 pa lang ata nasa school na. 8am pa first class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cabueñas, Marvin - uhhhh. ehhhh. tae! pinilit ko tlga. wala akong maisip na isulat! suggestions people! i need suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canteras, &lt;a href="http://sidestep.multiply.com/"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt; - suuuper artistic. galing pagdating sa computer and photography.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cruz, &lt;a href="http://cokeman.multiply.com/"&gt;Franz&lt;/a&gt; - English wiz! tinamad lang gumawa ng final essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;De Guzman, &lt;a href="http://shootmeinmydaydreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;RB&lt;/a&gt; - co blogger. omeee. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dichoso, Paeng - the tall guy. gumanap na martin luther sa nanalong video. [congrats groupmates!!!!!!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dy, &lt;a href="http://charlieblue12345.multiply.com/"&gt;Charlie&lt;/a&gt; - the robee bag owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elauria, Carlota - the block treasurer soon to be the president.  =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elepaño, Cody - tulog kung tulog. pati reco di pinalampas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enriquez, &lt;a href="http://cyril22enriquez.multiply.com/"&gt;Cyril&lt;/a&gt; - vice president. di nagnonotes. puro pictures lang. haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esplana, &lt;a href="http://janesplana.multiply.com/"&gt;Jane&lt;/a&gt; - [errr. EC na lahat. naging EJ! err. haha.]Muay Thai girl haha. soulmate ni. ________ ahahahaa!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gacutan, Kris - rich kid! di marunong magcommute!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giron, &lt;a href="http://paupauzeroeight.multiply.com/"&gt;Pau&lt;/a&gt; - warfreak. haha. lahat na inaway. block secretary. animal hater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Javier, &lt;a href="http://ralphjavier.multiply.com/"&gt;Ralph&lt;/a&gt; - all the way from Saudi Arabia. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jawili, Patrick - agaw eksena ang pagpapatabas ng bangs. haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Labiaga, Kevin - panggulat ang mga englcom essay grades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lijauco, MC - eto ang matalino! di kagaya ni.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lim, Catherine -  hindi na makikilala pag naglugay na. haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lim, &lt;a href="http://derrickme.multiply.com/"&gt;Dick&lt;/a&gt; - still to prove himself worthy to be part of this blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Locsin, &lt;a href="http://ajlocsin.multiply.com/"&gt;Aljon&lt;/a&gt; - class clown. haha. tawa kung tawa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malazarte, Niel - butiki. hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medalla, Thom - badboy turned Koreanovela ADDICT! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ngo, Stephen - silent killer. =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pagaling, Kevin - san napunta buhok mo? haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panapanaan, Jay - twin ni kevin L. table tennis master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pastrana, Raymund - the Prodigal Son&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Posadas, Paolo - may tatak ang pagiging isang posadas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rasay, Elbert-  Elbert is Elbert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solis, &lt;a href="http://icantthinkofsomethingclever.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janna&lt;/a&gt; - kwela. walang tatalab dito. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suaco, Jess - mr. khaki&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sule, Danisha - oh no! mahirap pag magkasama sila ni Pau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tañaquin, &lt;a href="http://theredmajesticme.multiply.com/"&gt;July&lt;/a&gt; - talo pa ang mga babae sa laman ng bag at sa tulis ng kuko&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tungul, Justin - Shaq [haha! pano spelling nun?! yung nagbabasketball] the big guy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vargas, Christine - le violinist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vergara, &lt;a href="http://rjvergara.multiply.com/"&gt;Richard&lt;/a&gt; - ay pooootek! EGI boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yu, Byron - Bye *wave's hand . Gets toh ng EM1 agad. haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zamora, Joshua - bungisngis. enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I bet! Una niyong tiningnan pangalan niyo. Hindi niyo sinunod sunod. HAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EM. message me kung may gusto kayong ipalagay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. natapos. HAHA. iimprove ko na lang. pag sinipag ulet.&lt;br /&gt;o gagawa ng bago after ng second term. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to proof read. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-5531134777664607481?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5531134777664607481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5531134777664607481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5531134777664607481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5531134777664607481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/09/em-assembly-line.html' title='EM Assembly Line'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-37533497822845590</id><published>2008-09-05T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:04:21.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDLE = HATE</title><content type='html'>Errr. What's happening?! I'm bored. I'm totally lost. I'm bored. Term break is not that much of a break after all. I'm bored. There's nothing to do. And oh! Have I mentioned? I'M BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random things just keep on popping out of my mind. Perhaps the weirdest-est thoughts I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beavers ruling the world&lt;br /&gt;Cucumbers flying&lt;br /&gt;Fruit juices coming out of the shower&lt;br /&gt;People poop-ing out golds and diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Rodents using silver utensils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this! Give me something to do! PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAT CAN I DOOOOO? Killing myself is not YET an option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-37533497822845590?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/37533497822845590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=37533497822845590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/37533497822845590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/37533497822845590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/09/idle-hate.html' title='IDLE = HATE'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-6663842001231158922</id><published>2008-09-04T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:21:30.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TERM BREAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-6663842001231158922?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/6663842001231158922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=6663842001231158922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/6663842001231158922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/6663842001231158922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/09/term-break.html' title='TERM BREAK!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1406071254410295767</id><published>2008-08-27T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:10:59.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ate Shawie!</title><content type='html'>Some random thoughts on the Megastar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DISCALIMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This blog entry is just for the sake of humor! In the spirit of Eddie Murphy, the late Bernie Mac and Alec Baldwin, here's a slight constructive bashing to your royalty. Sharonians out there, c'mon bash me back in return! I would just laugh at your distorted faces and muse to myself: "Wow, how die-hard...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROLOGUE:&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Behind the scenes of Sharon's new commercial. And did i mention? Her two daughters are with her on this one. It's about a world-class milk made by Nestle. Here goes the rehearsal for the song of the commercial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;Miel, could you read this line for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIEL:&lt;/span&gt; (reads the line "LOOK AT ME MOM!") Lok- Luk at ma- me- me, mome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;What the heck?!? I thought you could read fast? What happened to your reading skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIEL: &lt;/span&gt;But mom, you haven't enrolled me to a school yet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;I. Don't. Give. A. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Miel starts to quiver in pure fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;You know i can't enroll you to a school yet coz I have to buy many tickets for your Ate KC's movie. You know that the movie will be a flop if I won't buy half of the purchasable tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIEL: &lt;/span&gt;I know mom, you already did that for CAREGIVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for understanding............ bitch. Now call your elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIEL: &lt;/span&gt;Brother? Don't you mean Ate Frank---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;Whatever her gender is, I wanted a son and she disappointed me. I wanted to abort her fuckin fetus the day the results of her ultrasound came. Why do you think i named her FRANKIE? It's a damn boy's name for Lucifer's sake, MIEL! Call her or else I will explain the meaning of MIEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIEL: &lt;/span&gt;You never explained the meaning of MIEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;Okay, listen. MIEL is an acronym which stands for: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xclusively &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;esbian. Now fetch your darn brother or else I'm gonna eat your favorite pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIEL: &lt;/span&gt;(holds back her tears) ATE-- KUYA FRANKENSTEIN! Our lesbian mother is calling you.&lt;br /&gt;(Frankie arrives, sweaty and muddy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;Now, where have you been you young............ slut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRANKIE: &lt;/span&gt;I've been playing with our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;With Jenna, Amy and Lily, didn't I tell you to stop playing doll with those losers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRANKIE:&lt;/span&gt; No, I've been playing basketball with the local drug addicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;Now that's what I want to hear. Now drink your milk, or do you want to ferment it, coz it's been standing there for two hours. Any longer than that, I'll mix it in your father's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRANKIE and MIEL:&lt;/span&gt; Okay Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;Now clean up and dress up, the advertising company is on its way to shoot some pathetic scenes of the three of us, having fun. Can you imagine that? The three of us? Having fun? I wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;Frankie and Miel didn't hear a word.&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;MORE bashing on the next episode of&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;SHARON (in the same voices and tones of Sharon's pretentious fans)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-1406071254410295767?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1406071254410295767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1406071254410295767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1406071254410295767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1406071254410295767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-ate-shawie.html' title='Hey Ate Shawie!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-4251358441859064057</id><published>2008-08-26T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:47:08.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coup de Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car,” said Will Shrine, an American Comedian. It is far of better to die while at snooze rather experience the piece by piece break down of body through accidents or murder attempts. Nowadays, death is not caused by only natural reasons, accidents and murder stabs. A voluntary and practical approach on dying has been introduced. Mercy killing or the act of giving up ones life by choice, though of noble intention, is protested by the majority. Under which are issues such as abortion, lethal injection and euthanasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Euthanasia, which literally means good death, comes into sight as murderous by some, yet merciful by others. An act of putting to death someone with a terminal condition painlessly in either passive or aggressive approach is its justifiable denotation; performed by either in taking antibiotics or withdrawing of life support. The problem here is, why is Euthanasia not permitted by the Philippine government? If other countries such as Belgium, Netherland, United States of America, Japan and Thailand legalized the enactment of such act, why can’t our government identify its advantages? Euthanasia should be permitted in the Philippines for it provides three compensations: it costs less, minimizes a person’s suffering and avoids being abandoned by family and if the government approved to create a bill on it, proofs on the development of our country in terms of medication can be presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A day in the hospital for someone with a fatal disease would spend a minimum of a 5 digit amount excluding the centavos; Euthanasia steps back from this predicament. Not all people have the luxury of money to daily spend on the same things when in fact, they know from the start that everything would end up in vain. Euthanasia is a one step act and once it is done, bid goodbye to the useless medications and to highly paid medical services. Furthermore, the use of medical facilities which include the rooms and the machineries are not anymore necessary. Therefore, it would at least ease the pain in the pocket for those who spend for the sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Another thing that Euthanasia can carry out is avoidance of being abandoned. Reality dictates that money is consumable and it could flee anytime. Families who spend so much on the sick, related to my first argument, tend to let go of their relative once they already squandered so much money but never saw any progression. Furthermore, doctors and nurses who already have done so much to maintain the life of the sick will eventually get tired though they are paid of doing so. As a result, Euthanasia can avoid the thought of generating the urge of being abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest benefit of ones engagement to Euthanasia perhaps is the breakout from excessive agony. When one is greatly suffering from an incurable disease, they have this feeling of suffocation that is very hard to endure. And the feeling of it is incomprehensible to people who has not gone through their situation. In addition, staying idle for such a long time is irksome and that is something these people have to undergo if they are not rewarded with the chance of Euthanasia. Wrapping up, submitting oneself to Euthanasia is like moving towards ones liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-euthanasia people are giving much importance to the value of life. But they do not see the deeper outcome of legalizing such proposition. Countries that already permitted Euthanasia, proved themselves developing in terms of both medical and technological aspects. Philippines have the indulgence of such factors but are not seen due to contradicting point of views. If only our government realizes that allowing Euthanasia can help our country progress, then it would not be an issue at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euthanasia is by choice. It is under a fundamental attitude towards moderate consensus. It intends to finish off the suffering of wounded beings. It improves economic expenditure and human wealth. There are more worthy lives that can be saved if people do not converge on those who will eventually die. If there is nothing else to gain, then I say, Euthanasia, take the lead!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Major Essay: Argumentative/Persuasive&lt;/span&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/8766860483329294487-4251358441859064057?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/4251358441859064057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=4251358441859064057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4251358441859064057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4251358441859064057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/coup-de-grace.html' title='Coup de Grace'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-186681174593455361</id><published>2008-08-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:50:21.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Hereafter</title><content type='html'>Barricaded with the concept of dying, one has to prepare for such episode in life to occur. Dying is more than being part of the obituaries of a newspaper for the fundamental nature of it is where the souls inhabit afterwards. One choice is occupying the Limbo and be with the infants and unbaptized; joining the population of lost souls in the world of Purgatory is another. Or either suffer chaos upon entering the Gates of Hell or enjoy strolling across Heaven’s golden paved streets. Though Heaven and Hell are alike for both are destinations after death, they differ in terms of the type of people to be found in these realms and in what these persons receive through out their after life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Heaven and Hell, both being after life destinations are similar in a way. Each realm has a ruler, God for those with fates leading to Heaven and Satan to those on the opposite extreme. These leaders and/or providers co-exist as immortal ancestors to their servants and followers. Besides having rulers, material possessions are absent both in Heaven and Hell which tend those who reside in the areas either suffer or be fulfilled. Though are located, as perceived by some on the opposites of the world, it is nevertheless evident that the two destinations have some things in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What does it take to be in Heaven or Hell? The good ones: the believers and the faithful are said to at all times, end up in Heaven. They, together with celestial beings such as archangels and cherubim, experience paradise before them. On the other hand, the sinners and the suicidal are said to be the ones occupying Hell. They are frustrated with extreme heat and never ending darkness collectively with demons and tormented souls. What type of person one is whilst he/she is living, determines his/her after life dwelling place and who he/she spends his/her second life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Heaven and Hell provides the total conflicting of things. If one is welcomed with pure happiness in Heaven, intense angst is what triumphs in Hell. Wishes are utterly granted in Heaven while excessive sufferings appeal to be a trend in Hell. People who stay in Heaven are rewarded to their supreme expectations whereas continued wickedness never seems to be a source nuisance in Hell. It is nonetheless obvious that, what one has done while he/she is alive, reflects his/ her afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Everyday in Heaven is like celebration of Christmas or Thanksgiving. But in Hell, fire is what keeps on burning. Perhaps that can be considered a factor why they are located, as believed by most in the opposite end of the living world. Once a person reached his/her final destination, there is no turning back. That is why every person should consider every hour of their life as if it is their last. For death is something that cannot be procrastinated. Life is short but eternity is long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rhetorical Pattern: Comparison and Contrast&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/8766860483329294487-186681174593455361?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/186681174593455361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=186681174593455361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/186681174593455361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/186681174593455361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-hereafter.html' title='Life Hereafter'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-8379119648456602175</id><published>2008-08-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:49:20.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From ash we are created, to ash we shall end</title><content type='html'>Death is inescapable and would then be the reason for everything to cease, making life pointless. Life is merely teasing us with its puzzling emotions. Our bodies soon will be not part of this world but in this realm will be left all our sacrifices, love and happiness that would have meaning everlastingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Upon the end of one’s life, death that is, relatives of the lifeless has to make a decision, whether the body be buried underground or cremated. Nowadays, the family of the dead prefers that the corpse be cremated. A process where a body settles into a machine, waiting to be back at its original form, ash. The most probable reasons why people pick this over being buried are it costs less, accessibility is easier and they want to avoid the crowd at cemeteries during occasions of commemoration for the beloved departures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A bitter-sweet reality of life is people nowadays go for the less costly and less stereotypical choice. Cremation being a one stop act of expense is recognized by some to be more practical. Unlike being buried where one has to buy a lot property and continue giving away money for its maintenance, cremation solely requires a 12 x 12 space in one’s home. One need not spend any centavo in hiring a grave caretaker to be on guard of their love one’s remains for the reason that they themselves can execute such duty. Building of mausoleum is likewise unnecessary since the remains become part of one’s home. Cremation’s practicality persuades people to go with this choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What more can the family and friends of the one who passed away ask for than the benefit of being able to be by the remains anytime they feel like being so? Cremation is simply bringing the cemetery to a person’s own reach. One by all means need not travel miles to visit their departed love ones. Not only does it provide easy access but also build up an invisible presence of the one who passed away. To maintain one’s home is to uphold the new dwelling place of the decreased. With such fast and easy reach and light weight dilemma, people have a tendency of choosing cremation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cemeteries during All Souls Day seem to be like a mall where every store’s items are on half price sale. One must exert great effort to fir through the crowd and get oneself to his/her supposedly short walk destination. The advantage of entitling oneself the prospect of spending a whole day with those who passed away with no pain in the ass is a reason why people go with cremation. With its distance to pollution and noise, one can indeed feel the sense of privacy and can result to one’s state be overcome by heartfelt emotions. Cremation, stepping back to the terrifying occurrences at cemeteries, is more favored by some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Over-all, though cremation costs less, it can be more advantageous. There indeed are so many aspects of cremation that sets it aside from the concept of being buried. Not only is it more practical, it also diminishes one’s longing for the departure. Come to think of it, when one is buried, in due time the body it will turn into ash. And cremation provides the license of turning to ash in an instant and skipping the stage of being feasted upon by maggot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If truth is to be told, existing is temporary and imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rhetorical Pattern: Cause and Effect&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/8766860483329294487-8379119648456602175?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/8379119648456602175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=8379119648456602175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/8379119648456602175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/8379119648456602175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-ash-we-are-created-to-ash-we-shall.html' title='From ash we are created, to ash we shall end'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-4703799168122087141</id><published>2008-08-23T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:47:25.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpses: Beyond X's and O's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Falling short of life’s maintenance, the reality of corpses came to life. A dead body, as described by most, but a cadaver in the field of science. Corpses are primarily processed in morgues where steadfast workforce perform embalming. Afterwards which, are buried deep underground, lying in a soft cushion, waiting to be feasted upon by maggots and bacteria. These corporeal states of dead people are depicted as being cold and hard in terms of texture, pale in color and possess an unpleasant aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the death of a person and his/her system begins to be stationary, a corpse will in an instant turn hard and cold. Unlike any customary living person, corpses tend to block the openings for oxygen to enter thus, causing its tissues be dehydrated. Eventually, all bodily fluids will dry up causing the status of hardening to both internal and external body parts. Corpses’ textures are indeed distinctive from that of living beings. Its unusual rather unique grain can at least be an identifying factor of a corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dehydration within a body causes one’s color to be pale. That is why embalmers inject supplements to corpses to at least, bring life to the dead body. Corpses’ eyes appear to be bulky through cottons that are being inserted in it. In addition, their sutured jaws portray a feeling of contentment to his/her new state. More so, corpses are clothed with formality before they are obscured. Though presentable in the beginning, corpses will eventually turn into ashes and join the compound of soil. But before that, their whitish shade can be of symbol that their bodily system is collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corpses produce a very horrid smell. That is why caskets are meant to be closed. Just like any developing and budding being, a corpse too, rots. Their odor, though not as bad as a mountain of junk, appeals disturbing to the nose and even irritating to some. Even the thought per se of a corpse’s aroma can give someone utmost disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though dying is the end on one’s life, it does not necessarily mean it’s the closing state of the living process. As a matter of fact, corpses undergo their own route called decomposition. A corpse first goes through the stage of self digestion. This is the stage where insects lay eggs in the openings of the dead body. Sooner or later, the corpse will bloat and eventually endure putrefication or decay. After complete decomposition, minerals from the decayed body are added to the soil hence, giving an affirmative contribution to the ecosystem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rhetorical Pattern: Description&lt;/span&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/8766860483329294487-4703799168122087141?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/4703799168122087141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=4703799168122087141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4703799168122087141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4703799168122087141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/corpses-beyond-xs-and-os.html' title='Corpses: Beyond X&apos;s and O&apos;s'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-2476702238241252493</id><published>2008-08-18T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:33:04.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back to the Heart of Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SKldTfLfvbI/AAAAAAAAABI/v1mR9_1YLe4/s1600-h/WORSHIP-COPY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SKldTfLfvbI/AAAAAAAAABI/v1mR9_1YLe4/s320/WORSHIP-COPY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235818631163526578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;August 19 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-6.3opm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maweeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Air I Breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Give My All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Complete Me, Consume Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Your Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Way&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/8766860483329294487-2476702238241252493?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/2476702238241252493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=2476702238241252493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2476702238241252493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2476702238241252493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/coming-back-to-heart-of-worship.html' title='Coming Back to the Heart of Worship'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SKldTfLfvbI/AAAAAAAAABI/v1mR9_1YLe4/s72-c/WORSHIP-COPY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-4083914564995578351</id><published>2008-08-15T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:00:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT one of them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the thing. My blockmates are accusing of being an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;. Am I? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what made them think that I'm an Emo? Well, cause I decided to write essays about death and everything under the topic. In our English class, we are required to come up with 3 minor and 2 major essays. Each following a different type of Rhetorical Pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the topics I have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;for Definition:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; CORPSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Cause and Effect: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CREMATION&lt;/span&gt; [why people choose cremation of being buried]&lt;br /&gt;for Comparison and Contrast: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIFE HEREAFTER, HEAVEN AND HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Extended Definition: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WITCHCRAFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Arumentative: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EUTHANASIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to choose topics under one concept so that it would be easy for me to come up with a portfolio. Get my point? Hell I'm not Emo. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll be explaining myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some research on the net to identify how emos look like. And here are the results... [ Just a few here though]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In terms of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; .. A classic short bob, with or without bangs, black, dark brown, or platinum blond. A basic "emo" fringe with long hair extenions.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[Hair extensions?! NO WAY!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Applying lots and lots of eyeliner&lt;/span&gt; is an emo thing. All over the eyelids, under the eyes a little too. This is not a good look for adults, and less eyeliner should be applied when at school or work, or where 'scene' kids won't be abundant. Avoid looking like someone punched you. Apply moderate amounts to the bottom, and on the top don't put it on the brow bone. Instead choose a neutral shade for that area. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[Yeah right! eyeliner?!?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;A &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark coloured zip-hoodie&lt;/span&gt; is a classic must have. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[I own a white one!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you do when someone asks if you are "emo"? You might say something like "it's just who I am and who I want to be". &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[I say I'm NOT!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things EMO's own:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Items I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Items I don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Makeup, especially eyeliner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Emo Clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Skinny Jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Choppy layered hair with a fringe over your eye (Emos usually have either eye covered.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Diary or journal (optional) but be warned that you have a lock on it and never take it to school, parties, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Band t-shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;iPod or other portable music player &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[I used to have one though]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hair gel/spray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Shoes or socks in different colors, vans, pumps, any skate shoes, or converse work especially well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Studded Belts (more then one for an awesome affect)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Bold eye shadows (pos 2) to experiment with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A good, deep, book to read on your spare time (like during school in boring lessons and Starbucks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A &lt;b&gt;hair straightener&lt;/b&gt;. This is pretty much essential. If you're hair is curly or frizzy it might look good, you be the judge of that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[yes, I have one in my room. HAHA]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A good hairstylist (preferably you). Go to a fairly expensive salon with really, really professional stylists. Your hair has to look really good to be emo. Look at a lot of emo hairstyles before getting it cut/dyed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Piercings (optional)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See! of all the things mentioned I only have one. And I'm not even using it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be sure. I took and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emo test&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.theemolife.com/EmoQuiz.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your Quiz Results!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 95%; text-align: justify;"&gt;                 &lt;div style="border: 1px solid silver; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; background-color: WhiteSmoke;"&gt;                                              &lt;b&gt;Answered Correctly:&lt;/b&gt;                           &lt;span id="ctl00_cntMainContent_lblCorrect"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;b&gt;Answered Wrong:&lt;/b&gt;                           &lt;span id="ctl00_cntMainContent_lblIncorrect"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough proofs! HAHA. I've proven myself much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See! I'm innocent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-4083914564995578351?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/4083914564995578351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=4083914564995578351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4083914564995578351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4083914564995578351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-emo.html' title='NOT one of them!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-859924688090176383</id><published>2008-08-03T14:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:08:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending in Vain: an account of a Tuberculosis survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Last week of October year 2006 it all started, a day before their semestral break. He was suffering much since his body temperature reached 39 something but he opted to go to school since that day will be the culmination and awarding of their Intramurals. Before going to school, he drank a medicine without telling his parents of his situation. They might and he knows they will not allow him to go to school with such sickness. For that whole day in school, he was shivering and coughing and all. But it was all worth it since his class was the over all champion in their batch. They were allowed to go home by 4 pm and he reached his place 2 minutes after they were dismissed. He was even hesitant of telling his parents that he is sick cause their play [he was still part of a Theatre Arts Guild that time], was to be performed the next day.  And he wanted much to be part of that play cause it will be his first. He started feeling weak and he finally told his parents of his situation. So okay, it all started with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 months, his cough keeps on getting worse. Yes, it did last for almost 2 months. His parents then decided that he under go a check-up to identify the cause of his prolonged sickness. The doctor suggested that he take an x-ray examination and so he did. Through the x-ray, they found out that he has this acute pneumonia.  The same doctor suggested that he take a test that will determine if he positive of carrying Tuberculosis. And so, he took the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor drew a 10mm circle somewhere in between his left risk and elbow. She then injected a liquid in the center of the circle which marked a small point. In 24 hours, if the point grew bigger than the circle, then he positive of having Tuberculosis. And the point grew up to what, 20mm? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, he has Tuberculosis. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor suggested that he rest for 6 months and take certain medications. For 6 months, he has to swallow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 big tablets&lt;/span&gt; per day that he have to intake an hour before the first meal of the day or an hour after the last meal. By rest she means, he have to let go of all his affiliations. He quit the varsity team that he was part of and also left his theatre guild. Those were really painful sufferings on his part. He was steadfast in both organizations and it was hard for him to let go of things he was used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents told him not to tell others of his disease for they may keep distance from him since TB is something contagious. But he opted to tell his close friends and classmates. It did not affect them. But at home, he felt isolated. He has to use a different set of utensils and all. Hard times. Hard times. Oh. He did not tell anybody from his Theatre Guild why he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months after, he had himself checked-up by another doctor. He [the doctor] did some analysis of his previous tests and said that his other doctor, somewhat over reacted, so to speak. The doctor said he only have minor tuberculosis and taking those strong medicines were unnecessary. Simple and small medicines  are sufficient. Strike one! The doctor even added that he need not, [I want to place emphasis on that one] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HE NEED NOT&lt;/span&gt; let go of his affiliations. As a matter of fact, those extra curricular activities can help him regain and strengthen  his bodily systems. Strike two and three! I counted that as two for as I said, giving up  his organizations was hard for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how he feels. Everything he did ends up in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! I forgot to mention. This is my story. I am that Tuberculosis survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were many things that happened in between but those are too personal to be blog-ed.&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/8766860483329294487-859924688090176383?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/859924688090176383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=859924688090176383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/859924688090176383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/859924688090176383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/ending-in-vain-account-of-my-personal.html' title='Ending in Vain: an account of a Tuberculosis survivor'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-4034180984589297103</id><published>2008-08-01T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:00:27.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAINT GOODBYES</title><content type='html'>I was YouTube-ing a while ago watching MAD TV spoofs. Then I remember that there I uploaded our Graduation Song entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is it, for you to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51F3oatWc2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51F3oatWc2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYRICS and TUNE by: Glenn Agbayani&lt;br /&gt;SANG by: Glenn Agbayani and Nicole Arguelles with Ayi Uy, Paolo Warren, Jesha Villasis, Mara de Guzman, Dwight Bruzon, Mayen Go, Geno Maganis, Anne Villanueva and Jerome Villacorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;My friend it's been quite a while&lt;br /&gt;Since we last said our faint goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And I, recall those good precious time&lt;br /&gt;When I last saw your great big smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the years?&lt;br /&gt;Months weeks days perhaps, when we would&lt;br /&gt;laugh and cry together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget you'll never lose this friend&lt;br /&gt;Remember, that I'll back you up till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay with you&lt;br /&gt;If you fall then I will raise you up&lt;br /&gt;Cry and I will cheer you up&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;And I never felt so happy&lt;br /&gt;Do you recall our past old stories?&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, I'll be with you all along&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that i will leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Repeat Refrain&lt;br /&gt;*Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;*Repeat Chorus over-lapping with Verse 1 (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here also is Wisdom's Graduation Video.&lt;br /&gt;scenes were shoot @ Marikina River Banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoRIACokY0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoRIACokY0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-4034180984589297103?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/4034180984589297103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=4034180984589297103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4034180984589297103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4034180984589297103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/faint-goodbyes.html' title='FAINT GOODBYES'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-8218114943891404810</id><published>2008-07-20T18:52:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:20:32.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE ARE THE DAYS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been roughly 5 months since I last attended a normal class scenario at my high school. Significantly, I have been longing much to things that I was exposed and used to in my last year in Lourdes School, Quezon City. Being away from my niche is torture! And being away from our high school habits is something that I can NOT easily get used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where everybody gets perfect scores in assignments. All for one! And one for all! HAHA. One solves a math question and it spreads to the whole class in no time. It is Bong to consult in Trigonometry, Dwight in Physics, Jesha in Economics etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the “weh!” days where it is to offend someone but does not anymore work for the term is overused. Narrate a shallow story, crack a corny joke, speak when everybody else is silent, join a conversation that you are not part of, deny your crush and yours is the privileged of being WEH-ed. But you can weh back to the person who weh-ed you. But expect to hear a foul word after. HAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where calling a classmate a “Bitch” sounded like and actually means. “Hi! I'm glad to see you” or “Good job”. I can still recall how entitling even the most conservative member of our class with this word sounds casual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Gone are the days where people utter the words” What a friend?!!?” with much rage and disgrace after a classmate refuses to answer one’s pettiest request. Refuse to give a sheet of paper for a quiz and you’ll here this statement. Say no to one’s invitation of snacks after dismissal and this expression will be mouthed to you face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-idea from Chad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where loitering in the corridors was a part of everyday routine.  This is the time where guitars are being played. Gossips are being talked about. Rubiks' Cubes are being solves. and the like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-idea from Charles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where giving someone, of the same or opposite sex a tight hug means nothing and has no malice. Hug to bid goodbye to someone you’ll again see the following day. Hug someone to show that you care. Hug someone with no reason at all. Hugs everywhere! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-idea from Dwight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where Rubiks' cube is the most important thing in life. HAHA. More than half of the class knows how to solve the 3x3 cube. And some can solve it in 30 seconds. or less? Due to addiction, discontentment and search for a bigger challenge, people tried in succeed in solving both the 4x4 and 5x5 cube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- idea from Chad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where people bring their “baons” to share with everybody. Most eat during recess time making ourselves fit at a not so big table. Share here. Share there. Share everywhere. If you want to keep your packed food for your self.. go eat someplace else. And gone are the days where someone eats the left overs. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-idea from Kyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where substitute teachers were gullible enough to fall in our pseudo dramas. “Ma’am, were not prepared. Can we just answer this as our homework?” “Sir, we were not aware that we are to bring our books today. How can we answer this seatwork?” One of us really mastered this skill. Philip Tanpoco! HAHA. Right Wisdom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-idea from Kyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where the boys spend hunderds and thousands of cash to buy flowers, chocolates and stuffed toys for their crushes and love ones during Valentines, Christmas and their birthdays. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-idea from Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where the rude and hot tempered librarian scolds us. No further details. But I know that everybody is happy that we are out of her horse-like character. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where backstabbing is like a virus and a contagious disease. Since walls have ears and news have wings, those who are being backstabbed are aware of it. Backstabbing was once a trend but never was a big issue? Really? Naaaaaaaat! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- idea from JB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where the boys play a not so for-the-girls-ear game. Well, that was in the beginning. Once the girls got used to the game, they eventually joined no matter how boyish it is. Nicole was the first one to try it out. HAHAHA.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-idea from Kyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are days where it’s hard the class officers to convince the whole class to do something. But in the end, all will agree making the convincing process useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where taking pictures is part of our daily routine. Whether there is an event for that day or a simple class day, expect to see flashes continuously flashing. HAHA. Redundant! I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Gone are the DIVINE days. PERIOD -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;this deserves this purple-ish font color! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where every activity appears to be a competition. And gone are the days where during actual competitions, everyone's energy are boosted up every time the class is performing. And gone are the days where we are consistently called CHAMPIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; -idea from Geno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where our adviser seems to have only 3 fingers. As she counts.. 1 [with 1 finger up] , 2 [adding another finger], 3 [adding another one], 4 [still 3 fingers], 5 [still 3 fingers] and so on and so forth. HAHA. We love you Nay Rola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-idea from Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where praying and worshiping is a hobby. Sincerity from everyone is felt and the class' ambiance transforms each time we worship. December 14, 2007 was the best worship we had, a day before our Social Action Program Execution. And I was fortunate that it took place in my own room. I almost ran out of tissue paper for most of us cried during that worship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-idea from Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where we don't care if we look like Wowowee staffs due to our class jacket's similarity with that of Wowowee's. Ram said, "Alam mong hindi nakakahiya, Hindi ka nag-iisa, Nandiyan ang Wisdom Familia kasama mo" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-idea from Ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SIMuzTP5qFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AfdafOyco0g/s1600-h/SL370514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SIMuzTP5qFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AfdafOyco0g/s320/SL370514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225071451555080274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where we are wondering of what will happen once we graduate and our paths separate.This is where we are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone are the days where Glenn Abam Jaqui Dwight Archie Allan Bong Ram Dedge DL Doman Nutz Nico Chad Paul Maweeh Geno Nikey Jiggs JB Migs Mike Polits Iggy Karl Tanpox Ayi Charles Ver Divine Paolo Nicole Mel Mara CM Mayen Mich Jaro Josein Jel Anne Jesha Kyra yell and cheer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;WISDOM BANANAS! B-A-N-A-N-A-S! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SIMvEZ8lmFI/AAAAAAAAABA/eKr4y9opUHo/s1600-h/DSCN5018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SIMvEZ8lmFI/AAAAAAAAABA/eKr4y9opUHo/s320/DSCN5018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225071745410898002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whew! Another long post. I will try to update this blog entry if ever I remember things related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-8218114943891404810?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/8218114943891404810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=8218114943891404810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/8218114943891404810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/8218114943891404810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-has-been-roughly-5-months-since-i.html' title='GONE ARE THE DAYS.....'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SIMuzTP5qFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AfdafOyco0g/s72-c/SL370514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-4081146879599433518</id><published>2008-07-17T20:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:20:17.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONGEST BLOG! so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          This perhaps is my fourth blog entry that can be considered as a blog entry. My other entries are merely in the bullet form or in the okay-ill-copy-paste-this-info form. Today was solely one heck of a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          For  starters, our driver, being the always late guy that he is, arrived late this morning. HAHA. Sorry for the redundancy. Instead of arriving at 6:55am he arrived at 7.o5 am!  That means, I will be arriving at DLSU 10 minutes later than my usual time. And by that, I know that the elevator line has gone crazy already. Luck continues to be on the opposite road for me as we experience traffic along the way. Adding 5 more minutes to my expected arrival time at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          Upon my entry to the gate and the scan of my ID, I noticed how there was no line for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;elevator ride. Stupefied, I took out my phone and read the time for I am having two thoughts. Am I late for class? Or are the classes suspended? And then I recall what I heard this morning on the radio… That a branch of Pure Gold near LRT Libertad Station is on fire and there will be problems with the function of the Light Rail Transit System. That figures why many are late. Our first class started at 8.00am but people kept on arriving and entering our room up until 9.00 am if I’m not mistaken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          After our first class, we transferred to our next room which is on the same floor. 30 minutes passed and our professor still has not arrived. That means…. Free cut for us! We decided to eat early lunch and afterwards change for our PE class. We have 40 minutes to spare and so we played volleyball. Having a good laugh every time Jigs takes a shot. HAHAHA. PE class started and it’s 2 hours of non stop Table Tennis-ing. Just before our class ends, one of our blockmate announced to everybody that our professor for the next class is absent. That means, we have more or less two hours to afford.  Play volleyball was all we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          English time and we are only to do peer evaluation in our essays. Once we are done with our work, we can leave class already. It barely took us 45 minutes to finish our work and our class is over. But we opted to wait for the half of our class which is in another room. For the third instance, we have much time to spare. It was me, RB, and Danisha who spent 30 minutes chatting about so many topics. Most of the time, I was the one talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The other half of our class was dismissed. Walked to Vito Cruz LRT station. And here’s what happened…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;         Due to fare hike, people picked LRT as their mode of transportation. And I’m telling you, the line was long. Long. Long. Long. We waited in line for 15 minutes and I tried convincing my blockmates to travel by jeep or taxi. When I was about to persuade them, the line progressed. So we decided to take the LRT instead. It was me, Janna, Jigs, Danish, Dick , Cath and Marvin who catched up. With the long line and the fiery temperature, people can’t help but make “singit” to the line. Marvin, being the antagonist one. HAHA. Kept on exclaiming.. “ Wala naming singit! May pila!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          Upon bag inspection, we saw By, Charlie, Jess, Christine and Patrick. By, due to the long wait, left the station and decided to travel by a different mode. 2 LRT trains passed us since we found ourselves incapable of fitting in. Third train came and no matter how crowded it was, we have to make ourselves fit. We pushed and pushed and did more pushing till we find ourselves inside the train. Oh! Charlie did not make it. If he forced himself to enter the same train, there would be no space left for breathing. Dick stepped out first at UN station. That gave us some space. Marvin was next off the train at Carriedo Station. I think this is the station where someone attempted to steal Danish’s bag. Janna, being the wild and insane girl, kept on making commotions that made us laugh. Christine, being the “maharot” girl, kept on tickling and pinching others noses. I don’t know if she heard the old man who said.. “Ang sikip na nga, ang dami ng tao, ang gulo gulo pa!” haha. Danish, Janna and Jess left at D.Jose Station. Followed by Jigs at Bambang. Then it was me who was next off the train at Blumentritt Station.  Left were Cath leaving at 5th ave. station and Christine and Patrick both disembarking the train at the last station, Monumento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          And so I rode a jeepney. A small piece of paper was attached in the ceiling part, hanging, informing passengers that the minimum fare is 8.50 pesos. What I meant by small is, it can’t barely be seen. Two passengers, co-teachers at the nearby school rode the same jeep. Unable to see the piece of paper, they asked the driver, together with his wife how much the fare is. But they receive no respond. So they paid 8 pesos each. The wife of the driver collected their payment and upon counting, she noticed that the passengers did not pay the minimum amount. She then said to the passengers.. “Di niyo ba nakikita [poiting to the small piece of paper]. Sabing 8.50 na eh.” The passengers both paid the lacking .50 cents each and started talking about the rude behavior of the driver’s wife. One of them said, “kaya nga nagatatanong kanina eh! Wala naming masamang magtanong!.” With the driver’s wife hearing what the passenger said, she talked to her husband and purposely speak loudly for her statement be overheard. She said, “wala naman akong ginawang masama ah!.” It ended up with the two passengers laughing at her assertion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;END! Haha. Long post. Not an ordinary day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-4081146879599433518?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/4081146879599433518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=4081146879599433518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4081146879599433518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4081146879599433518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-perhaps-is-my-fourth-blog-entry.html' title='LONGEST BLOG! so far'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-498962167631048442</id><published>2008-07-10T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:17:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOGLE-ing AYI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Type in the following and choose the first choice (that makes sense) that appears on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Type in "[your name] needs" in Google search:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ayi needs more work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[nooooooooo!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ayi looks like casino stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; [wtf?!?! i do not! HAHA]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Type in "[your name] likes" in Google search:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ayi likes my cooking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[whose cooking???]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ayi says, Thank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; [You're Welcome!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ayi wants help with Visa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; [Yes! I do! hahaha] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ayi does not understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[trigonometry! arg. bitter pa din. HAHA.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ayi hates hype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; [i dont hate intensifying. rather, exaggerating]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; 8. Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Ayi goes Bananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;[awww. Wisdom Bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;9. Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ayi loves Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; [if I ain't got you you you!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Type in "[your name] is" in Google search:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ayi is available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; [am I?!?! Yes! I am.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-498962167631048442?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/498962167631048442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=498962167631048442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/498962167631048442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/498962167631048442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/07/google-ing-ayi.html' title='GOOGLE-ing AYI!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-6811396584184287948</id><published>2008-07-01T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:20:45.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JULY NA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JUST MADE A POST TO CHECK IF MY ARCHIVES IS WORKING. =D&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/8766860483329294487-6811396584184287948?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/6811396584184287948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=6811396584184287948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/6811396584184287948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/6811396584184287948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-na.html' title='JULY NA!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-1832204653586911994</id><published>2008-06-26T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:23:40.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UAAP Season 71</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;UAAP Season 71 First Round Schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;July 5 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1 PM -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Opening Ceremonies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by the University of the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2 PM - ADU vs FEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 PM - UE vs UST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;July 6 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 2 PM - UP vs NU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 PM - DLSU vs ADMU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;July 10 - Philsports Arena (ULTRA)&lt;br /&gt;2 PM - NU vs UE&lt;br /&gt;4 PM - ADMU vs ADU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;July 12 - Philsports Arena (ULTRA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2 PM - UP vs UST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4 PM - DLSU vs FEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;July 13 - Philsports Arena (ULTRA)&lt;br /&gt;2 PM - ADU vs NU&lt;br /&gt;4 PM - UE vs ADMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;July 17 - Philsports Arena (ULTRA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2 PM - FEU vs UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4 PM - UST vs DLSU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;July 19 - Philsports Arena (ULTRA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2 PM - UP vs ADMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4 PM - DLSU vs NU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;July 20 - Philsports Arena (ULTRA)&lt;br /&gt;2 PM - ADU vs UE&lt;br /&gt;4 PM - FEU vs UST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;July 24 - Philsports Arena (ULTRA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 PM - DLSU vs ADU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 PM - UE vs UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;July 26 - Philsports Arena (ULTRA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2 PM - UP vs DLSU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 PM - UE vs FEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;July 27 - Philsports Arena (ULTRA)&lt;br /&gt;2 PM - ADU vs UST&lt;br /&gt;4 PM - ADMU vs NU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;July 31 - Philsports Arena (ULTRA)&lt;br /&gt;2 PM - UST vs NU&lt;br /&gt;4 PM - FEU vs ADMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;August 2 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2 PM - ADU vs UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4 PM - DLSU vs UE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-1832204653586911994?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/1832204653586911994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=1832204653586911994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1832204653586911994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/1832204653586911994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/06/uaap-season-71.html' title='UAAP Season 71'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5965057558804763978</id><published>2008-06-22T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:18:03.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK-OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;June 22, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am-10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK-OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amp.&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/8766860483329294487-5965057558804763978?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5965057558804763978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5965057558804763978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5965057558804763978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5965057558804763978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/06/black-out.html' title='BLACK-OUT!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-2602370020866236691</id><published>2008-06-21T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:25:50.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SETTING ASIDE OUR DIFFERENCES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This afternoon, I had the chance to be with some of my high school classmates again. We were all supposed to be at Dwight's place by 3.oo in the afternoon.. but as usual, people started arriving an hour after the call time. HAHA.  We filled our stomaches with roasted chiken, a roll of cake and 2 boxes of pizza. Afterwards, we had a little sharing of our college experiences so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Call me lazy! I will not be narrating the stories. Instead I will try to get the main picture of the events in bullet form. So here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Paolo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dwight&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;narrated their first "Oblation Run" experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nutz story[introduction to new class]. "Im Nathaniel Gatpandan and you can call me Nathan. My previous nickname was Nutz kaya lang ang pangit. [then the next person to introduce after him said] My name is Nathaniel Lopez and you can call me Nutz, sinong may sabing pangit yun?!?!] HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;changed her nickname to Eli. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Paolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nathan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[former Nutz] tried to bother Dwight's conscience. HAHA. [Dwight keeps on leaving them once he saw Kevin around UP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nathan made funny impressions o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Cm is now "Chi". Short for "Chi-M." HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Jesha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was accused of being a lesbian. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Glenn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;described the new and worse being of DIVINE! HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from Ateneo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maweeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from La Salle and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Migs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from UP are rehearsing for their upcoming band audition this coming Saturday.. somewhere in Katipunan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Kyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mourns over her indepence in Miriam. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Jaro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;are having a cold war. AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Chad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Allan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;can't come cause they are both sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's all I can remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, the 4 well-known Universities in Philippines were again represented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The font color of their name corresponds to their college. =) You know the drill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-2602370020866236691?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/2602370020866236691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=2602370020866236691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2602370020866236691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/2602370020866236691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/06/setting-aside-our-differences.html' title='SETTING ASIDE OUR DIFFERENCES'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-3125336500591767071</id><published>2008-06-20T23:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:27:35.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane Esplana's Naughty 17th Birthday Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;June 19, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8:00pm-12:00am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with Jane.Angel.Dick.Lance.Cyril.Aljon.Thomas.Elbert.Paolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mall of Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Krokodille Grille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18th "daw"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mai Tai [alcoholic drink]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Luis Fear Wipe Out [alcoholic drink]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Blowjob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[alcoholic drink]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Screaming Orgasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[alcoholic drink]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weak Dick&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Padi's Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tower of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Pale Pilsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bucket of&lt;/span&gt; Red Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I never..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Horse for the Birthday Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Birthday Girl's Dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Monthsary Dick and Elbert [Paolo's idea. HAHAHA!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fun!Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa Hooter's naman daw sa birthday ni Dick. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To view the pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/64/Janes_Naughty_17th_Celebration._"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-3125336500591767071?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/3125336500591767071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=3125336500591767071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/3125336500591767071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/3125336500591767071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/06/jane-esplanas-naughty-17th-birthday.html' title='Jane Esplana&apos;s Naughty 17th Birthday Celebration!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-956473061791469550</id><published>2008-06-20T19:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:28:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNEXPECTED! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/63#6"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/63#6" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I went to my HS Alma Mater this afternoon to attend the training of Lourdes' current JVT [Juniors Volleyball Team]. To my surprise, upon entry of the school gate, I saw 6 of my high school classmates. Ram, Bong, DL, Nikey, Migs and Maweeh. Few seconds later, I saw Charles, but he was about to leave the school. Minutes after, Jesha, Mel and Jaro entered the gate wearing their UST uniforms that is almost similar to STC's. HAHA. Since Jesha was there, I was expecting to see Glenn too. And guess what? Glenn arrived and joined the group. [And gave Jesha the "bestfriend" hug. HAHAHA.] I stepped out of the building for a while to get some fresh air. Then I saw Mike and Dedge coming. I right away said to them "andun sila oh". Dedge was like, "Sinong sila? Ayun nga sila oh" [upon seeing them.] Moments later, Abam also came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Funny thing is, the met up wasn't actually planned. Perhaps Jesha, Mel and Jaro talked about it. Same with Ram's group. But fortunate it is that we went back to our previous school at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And for everybody's information, the four well-known Universities in Philippines were represented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DLSU - Me, Maweeh and Dedge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADMU - Bong and Ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST - Nikey, Dl, Abam, Charles, Jaro, Jesha and Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP - Glenn and Migs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And tomorrow, we will be having a little get together at Dwight's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For those who will be attending, be there at 3pm. And it's a potluck party so you better bring your share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[Oh! I saw some of my batchmates this afternoon too. Mikey, Tony, Ple, Carla, Kenneth, Charless, Jamil .Etc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's about it. Til next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wisdom Bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..want to see today's pictures?&lt;a href="http://urbaneayi.multiply.com/photos/album/63"&gt; CLICK.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-956473061791469550?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/956473061791469550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=956473061791469550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/956473061791469550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/956473061791469550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/06/unexpected-d.html' title='UNEXPECTED! =D'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5140449085433903376</id><published>2008-06-13T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:24:01.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed blog name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From theworldofnonsense blog name, I decided to alter it with lifecangettaft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This blog will be filled with my experiences as a student in De La Salle University that is why I opted to changed the blog name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you dont get it. Too bad. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[La Salle is located in TAFT! ring a bell??] =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-5140449085433903376?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5140449085433903376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5140449085433903376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5140449085433903376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5140449085433903376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/06/changed-blog-name.html' title='Changed blog name!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-4105916672394204290</id><published>2008-06-12T19:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:28:32.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third DLSU week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I still can't believe that it has been 3 weeks already since I started off with college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This third week made me feel the animo spirit more. The number of happenings exceeded what is to be done having 3 class days only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the things that took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Given the OCCS orientation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My group got the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highest score&lt;/span&gt; in our ENGLCOM activity. [twice in a row. so that's 2 out of 2 for us.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received a confidential letter for our parents/guardians [they were given DLSU online accounts to keep track of our grades and schedule. arg!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took first FILKOMU test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took first E&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NGALG1 LONG TEST&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NGTRIG teacher fell out of the platform&lt;/span&gt;! [super hilarious!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joined &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Santugon&lt;/span&gt; [ sa tawag na panahon =)]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ordered the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;63rd ENG shirt&lt;/span&gt; [180pesos]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited A2 Library and A15 study hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched "Oh!God" during TREDONE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received my flow chart [this includes every course I must pass to graduate]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have to explain to ENGLCOM prof what an "unkindness of raven" is. HAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, and the best part of the week.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECEIVE my LASALLIAN ID&lt;/span&gt;! happy. =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we are encouraged to attend ENGTRIG make-up class and the ECES [insert type of activity] which offers free lunch. HAHA. I doubt if I will attend either. HAHA.&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/8766860483329294487-4105916672394204290?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/4105916672394204290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=4105916672394204290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4105916672394204290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/4105916672394204290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/06/third-dlsu-week.html' title='Third DLSU week'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-5001482490399777056</id><published>2008-06-09T18:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:28:46.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpse of the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;8 years ago, we were living in an apartment in Banawe. We were actually staying at the second and third floor of the building since the first floor was and still is being used as our shop. [the shop now extends to the third floor since we moved to a new house in the year 2000]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last Friday, June 6, I had the chance to go back to our place in Banawe to accompany my father since he is not feeling well. I did a little exploring of my shelter for 9 years and I saw a writing of mine perhaps when my age is around 5-7. I wrote the chorus from the song of American Pie and I noticed that I only got the first 5 words of the song. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SE0HO3kOXjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/L5oh7aTwxrs/s1600-h/LiTRATO210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SE0HO3kOXjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/L5oh7aTwxrs/s320/LiTRATO210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209828295952981554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is the actual image of my writings. Notice how ancient it appears? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;For those who can't read what's written, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Byebye Miss American Pie, from the livi from the chibi bat the bat man is die"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAHA. that was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What the heck! I was 5-7 years old during that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Whooo. I'm making a shame of myself. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;-END-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8766860483329294487-5001482490399777056?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5001482490399777056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=5001482490399777056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5001482490399777056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/5001482490399777056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/06/flashbacks.html' title='Glimpse of the Past'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/SE0HO3kOXjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/L5oh7aTwxrs/s72-c/LiTRATO210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766860483329294487.post-6196999363896180828</id><published>2008-06-09T13:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:29:02.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;First of all, Welcome to my blog! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3 years ago, I've abandoned my blog. And the rest was history. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am now officially launching my new blog and hopefully, this will last for long. My previous blogs [yes, blog"s"] lasted only for a month or two because I can't seem to find time on updating them and I always forget my passwords. HAHA. So why am I starting a new blog? Well, now that I'm attending college, I want to keep a written record of my experiences and my journey. I don't want to feel the same frustration that I felt after my graduation in High School. Hindi ko mabalikan yung mga karanasan ko nun. =( sad. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;People say that blogs are pathetic. They disagree with the idea of people writing about their life and sharing it to the whole internet-using-populace. Well then, if you are one of those people.. Congratulations! I am giving you the right to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I originally named my blog  taftnessoflife.blogspot.com [ekyyy. i know] but I can't seem to find an appropriate template. Left with no choice, theworldofnonsense.blogspot.com came to existence. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That's it for now. I will try to update this blog every once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8766860483329294487-6196999363896180828?l=ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/feeds/6196999363896180828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766860483329294487&amp;postID=6196999363896180828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/6196999363896180828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766860483329294487/posts/default/6196999363896180828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofvisionsandrevisions.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-post.html' title='First Post!'/><author><name>AYI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11836011777059198618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XCXa4mP7GFU/THdR57IOACI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2sJuZ2Cq6Zk/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
