<?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-9356240</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:50:38.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAMING INFIDELITIES</title><subtitle type='html'>Well as for now I'm going to hear the saddest songs. And sit alone and wonder</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-270065545313091868</id><published>2007-08-18T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:10:40.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MULTIPLY</title><content type='html'>My blog's currently &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UNDER CONSTRUCTION&lt;/span&gt;. I still don't have time to make a new layout so I used a free template instead. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, no one's reading this blog anyway. HAHAHA. I'm using my blog in &lt;a href="http://ishotthesheriff.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply &lt;/a&gt;more often. :) But if I'm not stubborn to do one layout one of these days, I'll most probably use this blog. :) Especially for thoughts that I think should be more private.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-270065545313091868?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/270065545313091868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=270065545313091868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/270065545313091868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/270065545313091868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2007/08/multiply.html' title='MULTIPLY'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-5441322893474965600</id><published>2007-04-01T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:40:28.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>I am officially an old girl of Assumption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still haven't sank in as much as I'm expecting it to. Besides thinking about the fact that I won't enter the same gate as I've been for the past 13 years next schoolyear, I won't wear the same plaid skirt, see the same faces, the environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be new. It's as if I'm back to base 1. I guess it is sinking in. I'm just in denial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to let go of something that has been a part of me for more than a decade. Letting go of the experiences may it be good or bad and the friendships made within my stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of my very first day in school still flashes back vividly on my mind. It is making me more nostalgic over the thought of leaving that school behind. I have to move on but never let go of that certain past that made an incredible mark in me. That very past that, I should and will never let go of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did leave a lot behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my batchmates who I’ll probably going to see not as often as before or even never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my teachers. Yes teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my friends. One of the reasons why I love going to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss Fourtwo – my classmates for the past three years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my band, Taken and how we make music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my barkada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss Komu and how every day turns out to be perfect just hearing voices blend and looking forward for Fridays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss Ms. Ettie and how she taught me lessons in different aspects especially about music and life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss ‘ze Breakfast club’ and how we share our daily baons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the masses held every month and daily morning talks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss singing the Assumption School Song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss getting up and down the HS building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the Auditorium where I can proudly say I learned to be confident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the Ecosongfest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my school, Assumption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITTERSWEET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in high spirits because finally I’ve graduated yet heartbreaking to think of the idea that I can not  bring back these memories that have been made back. It is now part of my past. A past that is good to think and reminisce about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently in the state of Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to miss you, guys. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-5441322893474965600?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/5441322893474965600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=5441322893474965600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/5441322893474965600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/5441322893474965600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-5959806646939951940</id><published>2007-02-04T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:16:44.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalsada Nobenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KALSADA NOBENTA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the 10th of February, Friday. There'll be performances from the Seniors and surprise guests. It'll feature the bands &lt;strong&gt;Kjwan, Urbandub and Parokya Ni Edgar&lt;/strong&gt;. Tickets cost P200*. AA open field. Gates open at 5pm til 12 MN :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Buy tickets from me :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXQ390HdDcU"&gt;Watch the video on YouTube. 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/9356240-5959806646939951940?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/5959806646939951940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=5959806646939951940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/5959806646939951940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/5959806646939951940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2007/02/kalsada-nobenta.html' title='Kalsada Nobenta'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116816409062781162</id><published>2007-01-07T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:01:30.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Get Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm 70% sure and decided to study in the US. Atleast for now since I haven't taken the SAT. I need a new environment, new experiences. I know it'll be hard adjusting but if my mind's on that path then I'll never regret making that decision. I need to pass that test! My future lies there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I don't (which I hope won't happen), I'm going to stay here and study in UE. I know it'll still be fun if I stay. I still get to hang out and see my friends. The only adjustments I have to make are dealing with different new faces and the environment in college.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of the PROS and CONS of studying abroad. But, as what I've said, I am that sure of flying to a different country. I'm not good on socializing, I admit but I think I can handle life there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Anyway, I'm still functioning despite having a broken heart and hanging with promises that were left unsaid, undone. At the moment, I want to let these distressing feelings out. I don't know any solutions except of venting to my friends. But, it still doesn't make me contented. There's something missing. I don't know why my tears can't fall, there's like this barrier that stops them from falling. Maybe that's why I'm not feeling ok. I can't let all these negativity out of me just by crying. I tried to be optmistic but that's when I started going through this. Such irony. On the brighter side of things, I think with all these happening, I'm getting closer to Him. I'm letting Him do whatever He wants. I'm becoming an optimistic person. Thanks to all these encumbrances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET GO. LET GOD.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-116816409062781162?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116816409062781162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116816409062781162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116816409062781162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116816409062781162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2007/01/must-get-out.html' title='Must Get Out'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116814918646716486</id><published>2007-01-07T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:05:36.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are days when I wish I have a &lt;strong&gt;permanent bestfriend&lt;/strong&gt;. Someone to whom I can share everything (in details). The person who'll stick forever without making any promises. Someone who will accept me for who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a bestfriend at the moment. I can't keep these to myself or I'll breakdown. Venting to my friends is one solution but it seems like I haven't expressed what I'm really feeling completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not in the mood to post. This doesn't even make me OK as compared to before when I just have to sign in here, type and let it all out. Too private.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL WHO PASSED ADMU. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-116814918646716486?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116814918646716486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116814918646716486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116814918646716486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116814918646716486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-need-bestfriend.html' title='I need a bestfriend'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116737001241727685</id><published>2006-12-29T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:40:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;EXTRA&lt;/strong&gt;ordinary. Wohoo. &lt;strong&gt;Salamat Belle and Isay.&lt;/strong&gt; I had supah fun. We should do that often kahit na ang palpak nung ibang ginawa (like watching THAT MOVIE). Haha. Na-karma nga kami, ang pangit nung movie. So, can you figure out the film we watched? I needed that sort of gettaway with my friends. Badly. Instead of just venting to them over the phone or through text messages. I needed their company. A really big thank you, gays. :) Anyhow, I still need to collect 15 stickers to get that Starbucks planner. Yes I know it's kind of late cause I just got mine last Tuesday, but what the hell, I still got less than a month. Kaya yun. Kahit na hindi ako ganun ka-coffee junkie. We went to Starbucks with Lala and her friends, 11 people that is. We were only 5 so, 11:5. We weren't able to talk to them. We were in a hurry and so were they.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We dropped off Isay in Filinvest. Tapos, muntik lang naman kaming hindi makalabas ng subdivision kasi ayaw ibigay ng shitty guards yung license nung driver kasi nawala DAW niya yung gate pass pero, wala naman daw talagang binigay according to Kuya who was sitting infront and our driver. I got really pissed off cause my mom was calling me already and the guards were just - SHITTY. Sobrang daming nangyari, eventually nakuha rin yung license niya. Thanks to Mr. Lagunzad. I got to share stories with Belle manhid, too. She's just &lt;strong&gt;amazingly trustworthy&lt;/strong&gt;. Goodluck on that stomach ache, manhid. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I talked to my friend from 10 to 3. He poured out emotions because of his current heartbreak. I just helped him and he helped me, too. I just hope he feels better than the past few days. He was really feeling down. He didn't tell a thing, I just noticed. I think he just needed someone to listen him (as much as I needed someone to listen to me). HEARTBREAK. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember that there was a time when you could live without that person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing is irreplaceable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A habit is not a need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Paulo Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess erasing his number (Yes, I didn't memorize his number) will make this feel better. I won't be tempted to text him. I'll just wait for HIM to text ME. I can survive this day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;STUPID ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned on my December 24 entry that I'll post entries here since I THINK no one bothers to read this unlike my Tabulas and multiply journal. HOWEVER, my bad. I advertised it through my YM status. Actually, I really placed the url on my status cause I thought that few people will click it. Darn. Yes yes, stupid me. Anyway, I don't care. I mean I'm going public. HAHA. So, if ever you guys read this. Why not try to comment? I'll be HAPPIER. Knowing you guys read my blog makes me happy already. Kilig me. HAHAHA! By the way, just to make things clear, I'm not against you reading this. Haha! It just snapped out of me, I AM STUPID. Hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those who bothered read this and asked me what's happening, I'm really sorry for not sharing these with you. I promise to make it up to you gays. :) Be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just scares me. Most of my friends' status in YM talks about death and this friend who wants to die by poisining himself. DEATH? What the -, people. Don't you notice how colorful life is? Ofcourse it's not always rainbow bright, but hell, you're not human if you don't experience the darkness in your existence. I admit I am the &lt;strong&gt;MOST PESSIMISTIC&lt;/strong&gt; person in the universe, or make that country. But I TRY to think positive, of what this life may bring. Now I will live on the saying,&lt;strong&gt; LET GO. LET GOD&lt;/strong&gt;. He's the only ONE who knows what's best for us. Live thy life to the fullest, we just borrowed it from Him. LET &lt;strong&gt;THE IDEA OF ENDING IT GET OUT OF YOUR MIND&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;It's lame&lt;/strong&gt; People of GOD. LAAMMMEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was another ride on the emotional rollercoaster. Gah. Shit. Yeah, I survived this day. (Refer to the text below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-116737001241727685?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116737001241727685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116737001241727685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116737001241727685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116737001241727685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-amazing.html' title='You are amazing.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116727540884838545</id><published>2006-12-28T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T11:10:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're so far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*The title doesn't have anything to do with my post. It's pure randomness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just got back yesterday from the North (of the Philippines). It was &lt;strong&gt;cold&lt;/strong&gt;. That's why I feel sick today but this doesn't stop me from going out. I'm going to watch a movie with Isay. We need it for Filipino. Yesss, that Film Festival shiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had an OKAY Christmas. It was still occupied with problems but resolved anyway. Baguio was fun though the Marquez members were totally incomplete. I got to bond with my &lt;del&gt;fiends&lt;/del&gt;, ay brothers pala. Hahaha! I got know my little brother's dirtiest secret. : Hahah. Well, we needed that. We &lt;strong&gt;fight often&lt;/strong&gt;. I missed everybody :) Especially ISAY and - Yeah. HAHAH. Eww, cheesy baby. (ISAY, SPECIAL MENTION YOU, DUYBA) I didn't get to capture much pictures cause I wasn't in the mood to. No vain buddies, Hi Sam!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO WORLD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm inlove - with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it gives me something that makes me a better person. Ending my life didn't even cross my mind, never. It's lame. I mean, I got the chance to live and I am fortunate cause others didn't even reach the age I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm inlove -.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MY FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; but I &lt;strong&gt;love the break&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't want to go back to school. I haven't accomplished a project or a homework. Shit, tamad :Sana forever na ko ganito pero ayokong maging bum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU GAYS :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hahaha! Two separate, I love yous ;)&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/9356240-116727540884838545?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116727540884838545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116727540884838545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116727540884838545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116727540884838545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/12/were-so-far-away.html' title='We&apos;re so far away'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116696643012529526</id><published>2006-12-24T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:20:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;bittersweet&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things happen. I don't know if I'm going to be happy or sad. Different reasons and roots of this so called bittersweet feeling. Today was one hell of a rollercoaster ride of emotions. I was happy then looped to sadness. Moodswings? Maybe. But anyway, I think it's better to seize this Christmas though it's my second without my grandpa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm off to Baguio tomorrow. My first without the whole Marquez. It kind of suck cause I've been used to spending Christmas with the whole family since I was a kid. I'm surely going to miss them. HAHA. I'll be missing some fun, so are they. Heheh. They said it's cold in Baguio. Nako, sana. I need some cold air. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I missed this blog. I usually write entries in my multiply site or tabulas. So, I guess it'll be better if I post here the events I think are more private. No one bothers to read this anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got to pack my things and not sleep na lang. I'll wait until the clock strikes 12. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS, LOVIES ;)&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/9356240-116696643012529526?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116696643012529526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116696643012529526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116696643012529526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116696643012529526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116688338162776465</id><published>2006-12-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T22:16:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm inlove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But afraid to get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I feel confused at the very moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still can think straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-116688338162776465?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116688338162776465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116688338162776465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116688338162776465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116688338162776465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-world.html' title='HELLO WORLD'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116661516426444635</id><published>2006-12-20T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:46:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year without papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a year since he passed away. The thought of my papa still makes me cry. It still lingers here. I can't help but get tears whenever I think of him. I know I've not yet moved on, it's hard for me. I miss him more and more each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was my papa's 1st year death anniversary. Everybody was present including his brothers and sisters. I met our relatives that I've never seen for quite some time. I was happy to meet them but it made me miss my papa more. It's just the thought of us having fun but he's not there, not physically present. But I know he's happy, wherever he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you, Papa. I'll see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-116661516426444635?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116661516426444635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116661516426444635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116661516426444635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116661516426444635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-without-papa.html' title='A year without papa'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116441973672166130</id><published>2006-11-25T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:55:36.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK THE PLATFORM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't been this happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My band's dream came true last night. It was the Battle of the bands. A first for my band since grade 7. Yeah. You read that right. Since 7th grade. As I've said, it wasn't about winning the whole competition, it was all about playing for God and for the Seniors. We didn't win. It was super OKAY with all of us. The winners deserve the price. They were GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with what came out. The support of the people around were just unbelievable that I just did my thing right infront of them. They gave me the courage and the confidence to face the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ONE TIME BIG TIME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving Assumption in 3 months and I'll surely miss each unique individuals that've changed my life in everyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that very thing that made me this happy was the surprise from my whole family. They didn't tell me they're going to watch and I just felt down in the dumps when I heard that. But, they did watch. WITH MY BROTHERS. My kuya even texted me these words : "Ang galing niyo ah!". It's a first for me to read/hear those words from him. I LOVE MY FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank the Lord Almighty for the talents he'd given my band to play the music right and be heard by the whole world -- eventually soon. My family for the support they've given me though my parents always tell me to focus more on my violin studies. To the whole Assumption Community. To my lovely batchmates who never forgets to make us feel confident and good and to all the people who has been with us, supporting the craziest, music enthusiast creatures, TAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU TO THE RAINBOW, TAKEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9356240-116441973672166130?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116441973672166130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116441973672166130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116441973672166130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116441973672166130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/11/rock-platform.html' title='ROCK THE PLATFORM.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116208744449274901</id><published>2006-10-29T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:29:54.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOGRAPHY and ILLUSIONS.</title><content type='html'>Karlaloo and I are aspiring &lt;strong&gt;photographers&lt;/strong&gt;. Here's some of the pictures I took during our Intrams. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/1600/IMG_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default; cursor:default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/320/IMG_0085.jpg" border="0" alt="POOPING." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/1600/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default; cursor:default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/320/IMG_0083.jpg" border="" alt="DIVING." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/1600/IMG_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default; cursor:default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/320/IMG_0084.jpg" border="0" alt="HUMAN Karla being eaten by Jenessa" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUMP PICTURES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/1600/IMG_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default; cursor:default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/320/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" alt="X, Y AND Z" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/1600/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default; cursor:default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/320/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" alt="Jeanne. Jenessa's back. Karla." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/1600/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default; cursor:default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/320/IMG_0113.jpg" border="0" alt="NIKKI JUMPS HIGH." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/1600/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default; cursor:default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/320/IMG_0077.jpg" border="0" alt="KARLALOO" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/1600/IMG_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default; cursor:default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/320/IMG_0076.jpg" border="0" alt="KARLALOO" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/1600/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:default; cursor:default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4339/678/320/IMG_0089.jpg" border="0" alt="Jene has many hands." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ishotthesheriff.multiply.com"&gt;MORE PICS HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately only my contacts can see the album. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-116208744449274901?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116208744449274901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116208744449274901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116208744449274901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116208744449274901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/10/photography-and-illusions.html' title='PHOTOGRAPHY and ILLUSIONS.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116151315225400950</id><published>2006-10-22T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:35:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRITE-UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY SIPSIP DAW SA ASSUMPTION sabi ng isang tao. HAHA. Pero kailangan eh. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was still a song out of tune and incomplete when I entered Assumption. However each time a step on to a new level, I was taught to play the music right. High school life is like a high note that for me to be able to reach, I have to do big efforts to hit it right. But high school days are not just about reaching a high note; it is about enjoying the melody and the music I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was a song incomplete of words, until I met my friends. My teachers and my family were the melody to go along with my words. The virtues Assumption taught me were my instruments, accompanying and making my song more exquisite. My song has its own meaning that some may not understand. People might not like it and even criticize my song but these challenge me to play my music better and learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am one step behind. My song is almost complete and it will be an inspiration. I know that the music I made in my second home is enough and ready for the whole world to hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-116151315225400950?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116151315225400950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116151315225400950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116151315225400950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116151315225400950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/10/write-up.html' title='WRITE-UP'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-116148880181074912</id><published>2006-10-22T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:46:41.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICK UP</title><content type='html'>QT week starts tomorrow. I got to make up for Trig and Physics and Filipino and English and blah. Okay. ALL SUBJECTS. Then after all those tests, sembreak na. Wii. I'm excited. Yun na lang ata yung time ko para magrelax. As in RELAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACKS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band screenings - YEY! We did well, DAW. The guitar I was using got fucked up screwed in the middle of the song. Good thing people didn't notice and I acted as if nothing happened. A very good actress, indeed :) AT BUTI NA LANG, HINDI tumigil sa Abbee sa pagplay, kundi. DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit Tests 2 - So I just got 92 in Algeb, bawi na grade ko nung UT1. THAT'S IT. The rest? Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOKO NA. Nakakatamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PUMASA KAMING BAND SCREENINGS&lt;/span&gt;! Battle of the bands, pare. :) Well, I'm not thinking of winning, I just want to enjoy the moment. Wohoo. My band's dream since 7th grade. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECON AND ALGEB. Here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-116148880181074912?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/116148880181074912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=116148880181074912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116148880181074912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/116148880181074912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/10/pick-up.html' title='PICK UP'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-115917720273794684</id><published>2006-09-25T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:40:02.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APPROVE ON A 4-DAY WEEKEND.</title><content type='html'>I'm wasting my time infront of the computer while my room's still in a mess. I haven't been this stressed and super busy. I need to study for English, Economics, Filipino, Trigonometry and CLE. I HATE IT. My brain's not working and &lt;strong&gt;let me just tell you&lt;/strong&gt; that I fucking got &lt;strong&gt;1 out of 30 items in my Trigo quiz&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;2 out of 15 in THE&lt;/strong&gt;. I need to make up for these 2 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's aching and ready to explode. I don't know where to start. I need to rewrite notes and copy the ones I missed due to practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I REALLY HAVE TO START.&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/9356240-115917720273794684?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/115917720273794684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=115917720273794684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115917720273794684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115917720273794684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/09/approve-on-4-day-weekend.html' title='APPROVE ON A 4-DAY WEEKEND.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-115902363492989627</id><published>2006-09-23T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:02:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOMU FIGHT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="499" alt="I LOVE YOU." src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/KOMUFIGHT.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-115902363492989627?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/115902363492989627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=115902363492989627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115902363492989627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115902363492989627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/09/komu-fight.html' title='KOMU FIGHT.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/th_KOMUFIGHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-115883464654082171</id><published>2006-09-21T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:30:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAYERS WILL BE ANSWERED.</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my blog's double dead. I haven't been posting, school has been BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to ask prayers from you guys for KOMU. We'll be competing tomorrow for the Eco Songfest and I hope we'll be on our 4th streak. I just want my last to be a memorable one as what it has been for the past four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know prayers will be answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-115883464654082171?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/115883464654082171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=115883464654082171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115883464654082171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115883464654082171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/09/prayers-will-be-answered.html' title='PRAYERS WILL BE ANSWERED.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-115571825133952320</id><published>2006-08-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:50:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hi! We're taken."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't get it wrong people. It's just our band name. HAHA. So, I'm talking about my band and how pressured we are at the very moment. Hahahaha! It's not Janiel Esguerra's fault or Pixie's, I'm not sarcastic ha. Kidding. Anyway, so we were asked to pass a demo tape for the band screening but auditioning for the fair didn't ever cross our mind this year. Well yes, last year we did but we agreed on playing in our legacy since it'll be the first and last chance to play for AA. &lt;strong&gt;FIRST AND LAST CHANGE. &lt;/strong&gt;WEIRD since we've been a band for 4 years and we haven't played. Except for that Prom shiz. Palpak pa. Eeeeh. Ayoko na. I'm losing my confidence again, as if I've that much. I know I'm not that SUPER GOOD so it might be the reason why I can't trust myself on playing my instrument. Self-esteem. Grr. I think I don't have that. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what songs we're going to play. Any suggestions? As in songs na pwedeng i-cram but will still sound good. :) Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY, REGINE FRANCISCO. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my barkada:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVED THE SURPRISE. :) THANKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-115571825133952320?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/115571825133952320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=115571825133952320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115571825133952320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115571825133952320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/08/taken.html' title='TAKEN'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-115553829883950058</id><published>2006-08-14T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:51:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woohoo. Now I can taste a little freedom. School has been like hell. I feel like I want to graduate already. Ay, on second thought, nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What you've missed and what I've missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My birthday&lt;/strong&gt; -- Well it was OKAY. A little messed up but still OKAY. I didn't feel excited nor depressed. I don't know what to talk about during my birthday. JUST PISSED WITH ONE TEACHER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;THANKS TO ALL PEOPLE WHO GREETED ME. I LOVE YOU. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPCAT &lt;/strong&gt;-- Another reason why I didn't enjoy my day. I had mine on the 6th of August and the others on the 5th. It was good not that hard as what I've/we've expected. Okay, so I'm not being &lt;em&gt;mayabang&lt;/em&gt;, man. It was all good. YEYEYE. But I can feel that I won't pass anyway. Out of 50k applicants, only 10k will pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QT WEEK &lt;/strong&gt;-- NO REACTION. &lt;strong&gt;I passed ALGEB&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know with the others. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Retreat next week. &lt;strong&gt;5 days in Baguio&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I going to feel homesick. POSITIVE THINKING is needed, negative thinker Abbie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay! No formal classes tomorrow. We're going to watch a play in our Auditorium featuring Carlo Maceda. Oh yeah baby. Nakaksuka :)) Weeee. Ayoko na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed blogging :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-115553829883950058?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/115553829883950058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=115553829883950058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115553829883950058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115553829883950058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/08/hell.html' title='HELL'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-115407599419846975</id><published>2006-07-28T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:52:29.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTEGRATED FIELDTRIP</title><content type='html'>I just got home from our fieldtrip and man was it so tiring. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to PGH and went around the hospital. IMAGINE HOW BIG THE PLACE is. With the sun's heat and starving self, I nearly collapsed. I saw different conditions of people, from the alive ones to dead. &lt;strong&gt;YES DEAD.&lt;/strong&gt; It passed infront of me.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;We were toured around the different wards and the like. Many things happened though, I'm just too &lt;em&gt;tamad&lt;/em&gt; to type it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From Manila we travelled to Medical City. &lt;strong&gt;THE PLACE WAS SO &lt;del&gt;PREPPY.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Okay so it's not the RIGHT WORD. But do you get what I mean? I loved the room wherein snoring people will be monitored. To make it short, it was like a hotel :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AYY. I saw a dead man floating on the Marikina River. :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I STILL WANT TO BE IN THE MEDICAL FIELD. REALLY. EVENTHOUGH, I'M SCARED OF BLOOD. But this event &lt;strong&gt;made me conquer my fears&lt;/strong&gt;. Now I can say that I'm proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="380" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/IMG_0083.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MARIA ISABELLA M. CANLAS! I LOVE YOU TO THE RAINBOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha. Senseless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-115407599419846975?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/115407599419846975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=115407599419846975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115407599419846975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115407599419846975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/07/integrated-fieldtrip.html' title='INTEGRATED FIELDTRIP'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/th_IMG_0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-115382253807249053</id><published>2006-07-25T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:15:38.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAINDEAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My blog looks dull and I mean dull (You can count the layout as another reason). &lt;strong&gt;Make that DEAD.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm super busy and lazy to type events or rants due to the increasing demands of teachers. Wow! &lt;del&gt;ECONOMICS&lt;/del&gt;. Sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO DAYS OF NO CLASSES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I didn't do something REALLY productive yesterday but still proud to say that I've finished reading Chapters 1 to 10 of El Fili. I read my Economics book. It's my fifth time to open it after a month of classes. I finished reading 3 chapters. Bad thing was, nothing really entered my brain. 1 more to go and that's Philo then I can truly say that I've accomplished all my 'things-to-do' for last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M SUPER BRAINDEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wasted 1/4 of my braincells. Now, it's not working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fourth year life is worse than third. I assure you that. My grades are flunking and I'm thinking of adjustments or plans to make it higher. &lt;strong&gt;I need HIGH GRADES for college&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything seems to be out of place. Plans are even not working for me at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If there's no such word as pressure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My life right now is like a melting pot of depression, happiness and sorrowful bliss.&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/9356240-115382253807249053?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/115382253807249053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=115382253807249053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115382253807249053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115382253807249053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/07/braindead.html' title='BRAINDEAD.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-115293766216613111</id><published>2006-07-15T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:27:42.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SORRY for the profanity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fucking shit. My day got ruined yesterday. I was actually going to call it day but Gaaah. Fuck. I don't want to talk about it now cause I'll be typing alot of &lt;em&gt;shits and the F word&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMINDER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In case you don't know what a blog is, it is where the owner types her feelings towards people, things and even animals. GET A LIFE. &lt;strong&gt;Respect&lt;/strong&gt; what I'm trying to say here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This isn't yours anyway. I'M &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; TO TYPE ANYTHING HERE. I don't care if I cross anyone's line but I'm avoiding on doing that so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gadamet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-115293766216613111?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/115293766216613111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=115293766216613111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115293766216613111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115293766216613111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/07/profanity.html' title='Profanity'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-115241456816394182</id><published>2006-07-09T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T11:14:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNPA  Cadets Interaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a long time since I last posted an entry. Too much homeworks, quizzes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick due to the sudden change of weather. Gadamet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As what the title said, we went to Silang, Cavite to interact with them. It was fun. I met Cadets, obviously :)) They were young and I hate their hair. Sorry. :)) I will never EVER plan entering PNPA or whatever Military school. But I admire them for being so courageous. I heard alot of stories, good and bad. Good thing there weren't any tortures, or they were kept secret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I CAN'T survive a year without my "comfort zones". No cellphone, T.V, computer and the like. As what they've experienced. No going-out until second year or even meeting your family and receiving any letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basta I can't type everything. I feel REALLY REALLY SICK : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interacting with them was another reason for a turning point.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoping to see them on the 15th of August.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you, IV-2 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ishotthesheriff.multiply.com"&gt;PICTURES :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-115241456816394182?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/115241456816394182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=115241456816394182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115241456816394182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/115241456816394182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/07/pnpa-cadets-interaction.html' title='PNPA  Cadets Interaction'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114994467672151371</id><published>2006-06-10T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:04:36.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a wishful thinker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If only I can kill time. Literally. I WOULD without fearing going to jail and be on life sentence. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can stop the world. I WOULD and bring back the good memories left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can be our school's principal at this very moment. I WOULD and give the best schedule for the students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can be Bill Gates and be one of the richest human being alive. I WOULD and buy all the things I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can watch the NBA FINALS live. Without hesitation I WOULD and see Dwayne Wade do his best three point shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can be Einstein. I WOULD and answer all my school tests with flying colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can be Brandon Boyd. I WOULD and experience how it is to be well-liked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can be a part of CSI Las Vegas. I WOULD and see dead people getting their justice with my help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can be my parents for a day. Without thinking twice I WOULD and see how it feels to be hurt by their own kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still an endless list of my wishful thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW IT STOPS THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll remain as a solitary wishful thinker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114994467672151371?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114994467672151371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114994467672151371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114994467672151371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114994467672151371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-wishful-thinker_10.html' title='I&apos;m a wishful thinker.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114981843956842952</id><published>2006-06-09T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:00:39.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA FINALS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NBA FINALS na!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIAMI.&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/9356240-114981843956842952?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114981843956842952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114981843956842952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114981843956842952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114981843956842952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/06/nba-finals.html' title='NBA FINALS.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114968907423554813</id><published>2006-06-07T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:54:50.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why SOMETIMES I want to get out of Assumption.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure about all these. It might be just rumors. So please don't rely with what I'm going to say. :) Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just heard that everything went back to normal and I mean the slapdash schedules.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to my beloved Pixie for the "informations".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the old 20 min. recess and not to mention the 40 min. lunch time which used to be 30 and an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the f****d up 50 min. period&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HOW CAN I SURVIVE Physics?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They adjusted the time meaning we'll be going home again late compared to the past 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They removed the SSP ( study period just so you know) wherein the students &lt;em&gt;"study".&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha! Seriously, I admit sometimes we took that for granted. But it was really a HUGE help. Right, guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sir Mitra being the Physics and Philo teacher? GAAAAAH. NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LET THERE BE GOOD NEWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Like retaining my old section, perhaps?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lord God . Please. It's my last year. Let it be something memorable (in a good way). I don't want to leave Assumption cause I know I'll miss a bunch of reminiscences and I'll become nostalgic every once in a while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord. Let me be happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ST. JUDE.&lt;/span&gt; PLEASE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114968907423554813?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114968907423554813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114968907423554813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114968907423554813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114968907423554813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/06/reasons-why-sometimes-i-want-to-get.html' title='Reasons why SOMETIMES I want to get out of Assumption.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114939085660735502</id><published>2006-06-04T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:14:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Mikee dapat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;MIKEE PARIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yun lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114939085660735502?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114939085660735502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114939085660735502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114939085660735502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114939085660735502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/06/si-mikee-dapat.html' title='Si Mikee dapat.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114938825407632978</id><published>2006-06-04T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:30:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye LSC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I'm in the mood to post an entry I'd rather tell you what happened yesterday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of review classes, checked the ACET mock test and I think I didn't even get half the needed percentage to pass ADMU. Hahaha. It was about break time when the teacher checked the attendance, our names weren't called (Pixie's group and mine). She said that we weren't supposed to be there yesterday, our last day was Friday but the teacher said it was OK. But still, we got embarrased. Hahahaha! Good thing it was going to be our break time, we just went to Mcdo with our LSGH friend Iggy/Igi to waste time 'til our rides fetch us. Our classmates, St. Paul classmates and Ateneo classmates went there too and didn't want to go back to the classroom. :)) It was funny cause there were only 15 people left inside the room, the rest were with us. We didn't influence them, well a little. But it was their decision to just stay there. &lt;em&gt;Magchecheck lang naman ng papers&lt;/em&gt;. :It was really fun hanging out with my classmates. &lt;em&gt;Sobrang ingay namin sa Mcdo na pinuntahan kami nung guard pero di kami pinaalis, pinicturan lang kami. Hahahah! Di pa nga marunong magpicture eh. Mejo nangawit na kami kakasmile&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, since we were getting too noisy in Mcdo and there were people "reviewing", we decided to go to Cantina. We bought food, with our P50 and drinks. We even watched the past boy bands and sang along with them on MYX. Hahaha! I didn't even know we will be this bonded. It was just so suprising. :) Rofel went to Cantina and became friends with my classmates. :) &lt;em&gt;Ma-PR kasi si Rof my love eh&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA! Unfortunately, I didn't spend more time with them since our driver was there already. We went to Ateneo without knowing that I'll stay there for 2 more hours. : It was my cousins' AFC fest (If that's what they call it.) They won 1st place by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surely going to miss the noise in the classroom, the &lt;em&gt;"pangbabara"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"panglalait"&lt;/em&gt; we give to annoying teachers, the late students and the early birds, the 30 min. break time, the very fragrant bathroom (you know that I'm being sarcastic on this part), the cockroaches surprises, the super cold air condition, the quizzes every after discussion which I think I didn't even pass, the shotgun and laser strategies used by my classmates, the accidentally spitting of water by my classmate that even reached Pixie, the &lt;em&gt;"pantutukso kay Noelle", &lt;/em&gt;the teacher's voice calling the attention of Bibbo, Mikki and Rem, the very active St. Paul friends, the cheating done by Anjo, the test paper turned answer key of Phil and Levin, the vandalisms done by Mr. Alapan and of course, I'm going to miss Abbee's funny incident and he special voodoo doll, Papaye taking a picture of their "mystery man" and Pixie getting the highest score of us three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss all of them.  Thanks guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114938825407632978?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114938825407632978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114938825407632978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114938825407632978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114938825407632978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/06/goodbye-lsc.html' title='Goodbye LSC'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114924772237510627</id><published>2006-06-02T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:54:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayoko nang mag UPCAT&amp; ACET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last day of review classes tomorrow. Goodbye, Boyd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayoko nang magUPcat at ACET! Kung pwede lang. Kaso gusto ko pang mag-aral sa U.P. Hirap nung mock tests ng LSC. &lt;strong&gt;Take note: MOCK TEST&lt;/strong&gt;. Ano pa kaya yung actual test? Now I'm nervous. I don't know what's ahead of me. Good thing I'm not one of the "if-I-don't-pass-ADMU-no-college-for-me"/ "if-I-don't-pass-UP-no-college-for-me" people. As if their lives will end when they don't pass these colleges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember my teacher telling us that we should pick a school that offers the best quality of education on our desired course. &lt;strong&gt;It is not because of the NAME you will carry when you pass&lt;/strong&gt;, (well yes, it is an advantage and an honor to pass these schools) &lt;strong&gt;it is how you can be successful in the future&lt;/strong&gt;. She is 100% percent right and I agree with her. I honestly can say that I've been one of those who wants to study in the top universities, who doesn't anyway?. I was like negative towards the fact that the course I want, which is Dentistry, is not included in the courses of ADMU. Obviously. But I pondered on things and told myself that it is not about the name I will carry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, U.P (Manila) is &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; on my list then UE and CEU. Mom wants me to take the tests on different schools so I have choices. Hopefully, I will pass. So help me God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114924772237510627?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114924772237510627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114924772237510627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114924772237510627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114924772237510627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/06/ayoko-nang-mag-upcat-acet.html' title='Ayoko nang mag UPCAT&amp; ACET'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114819085456745691</id><published>2006-05-21T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T13:54:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is the Prom Queen, I'm in a marching band.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The song about &lt;del&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSECURITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/del&gt; and how most teen-age girls feel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a funny song but shows the reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insecurity works in every other person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insecurity will never die unless a person accepts his/her own identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZ-KWUccJSI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CLICK TO WATCH THE VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114819085456745691?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114819085456745691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114819085456745691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114819085456745691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114819085456745691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/05/she-is-prom-queen-im-in-marching-band.html' title='She is the Prom Queen, I&apos;m in a marching band.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114812846666506170</id><published>2006-05-20T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T20:47:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When being attached to material things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up at about 7:30, not the usual time. I always wake up at 6 no matter if I slept late. Kaya every morning, feeling ko kulang ako sa tulog at ang laki ng eyebags ko. Hmm. Anyway, mom told me the other night that we will buy our things for school. So, I was pretty excited cause obviously, new things. I was more excited since my brothers were with us which seldom happens. First, we went to Galleria. Mom wants to buy a stroller (Mom's excited for Adette's going to be a 1st grader) in Funtasmic just to find out that it wasn't there na pala. They're building Toys'R'Us where Dreamscape and Funtasmic was located before. Goodie. Goood. I am excited! Sa Hong Kong lang kasi ako nakakakita ng Toys'R'Us and sa U.S. That place is just paradise for me when I was a kid -- until now. :) So, we didn't really spend time much in Galle so we went to Podium to change my gift for mom in Stoked. Again, palpak na naman kuha ko sa size. Grrr. Kailan kaya ako tatama? Hahahaha! Mom changed the size and the design too so she added money pa. She also bought Gabo havaianas since he's the only one who doesn't have one in our compound. Loser. :) Kidding. He bought the new one, Cartunista that is! We went to Sta. Lu. Hahahah! Yahooo! To find some school shoes but unfortunately I didn't find any. Walang maganda. :( Oh now I remember, the real reason was we watched Tomi's recital. He played the guitar. (Pink Toes activity) :)&lt;br /&gt;So proud of Tomi! My first ever student. :) He's good na. Going back, I bought a bag in Nike. The one I found in Podium. I loooovveee it. ;) It's a mail/body bag and there's a Nike saying. O basta. Yun na yun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how materialistic I can get? Shit. I hate it when I feel like I am being one. But, I realized that there's a point when I really want to buy something and feel excited about it, but when I buy it already, nakakahinayang sa pera. Or on the other hand, if I really wanted that thing. Deins ako manghihinayang. Another, when my other iPod suddenly got ruined. It's the feeling like I can't live and go out without it. Grrr. :( To think that I can go out without an iPod before. It's like that I am so attached to material things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, it's fixed :)) and I'm learning to a little detach myself from the bond between my iPod and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh btw, I'm taking violin lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Weird. Absurd. Vague. OH YES I AM&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/9356240-114812846666506170?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114812846666506170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114812846666506170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114812846666506170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114812846666506170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-being-attached-to-material-things.html' title='When being attached to material things'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114776814135660011</id><published>2006-05-16T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:29:01.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You see her confidence is magic but her intuition magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*NOTE: The title doesn't have any connection with what I'm going to say! AT ALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't attend review classes today.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I heard the test was hell and many of my classmates cut class, too. Hahaha! I just got home from Fiesta. The place was so mesmerizing. ;) If I'm rich, I would love to stay there. FOREVER. But on second thought, &lt;del&gt;I don't want to be a bum forever&lt;/del&gt;. I spent another memorable time with my Marquez family. I'll post pictures on my &lt;a href="http://ishotthesheriff.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br&gt;Btw, I wasn't able to take a lot of pictures since my digicam ran out of battery. Didn't charge it for a week. &lt;b&gt;Lesson learned&lt;/b&gt;. I swam for 3 hours and I got dark. Badtrip. Well anyway, things are back to normal. I'm going to Katipunan again tomorrow. Goddamet. Sometimes, I just want to drop out of the review as if that's possible. Hahaha! But, I don't have anything against the review. I just hate it when I don't understand the lessons and fail the test. Feeling ko ang bobo ko :)) Or am I? :P So I'm having a glimpse of how college will be for me. &lt;strong&gt;So help me God.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to share something. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take violin lessons tomorrow with my little sister. I'm not that old to learn, right? Playing the violin is one of my dreams or just learning how to. Yay! It's coming true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114776814135660011?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114776814135660011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114776814135660011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114776814135660011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114776814135660011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-see-her-confidence-is-magic-but.html' title='You see her confidence is magic but her intuition magic'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114697355210941177</id><published>2006-05-07T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:45:56.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="640" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/IMG_0212.jpg" width="194" align="left" /&gt; Dahil sa picture na 'to, hinabol pa ni Dad yung jeep. Thanks, Dad. :) and thanks Mom for sharing what you've seen to your children, "Dirict" buyer. It was fun eating lunch with the whole family in Sushi-Ya. The trip was also exultant. "Asarans" never ran out of date especially with my Dad. I was really mean to my parents earlier that day because of certain reasons and I don't want to name it but it everything turned out "priceless". I wouldn't even exchange a really perfect day for it. The family was complete and that's seldom to happen since my brothers are so into arcade games these days that sometimes they forget their family. Sorry to say this, but they do. I always tell them in a joking manner that "it's Tekken over family". I don't want to judge them but it's really obvious. Hoping they'll shift their minds that time is running. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, I just want to share since I'm very happy to be owning one. Hahah! I have a new baby besides my digital camera. Hahaha! &lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="640" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/ipodnano.jpg" width="194" align="right" /&gt;Lovely, isn't it? It's still haven't been dropped and I'm proud of myself. :)) I'm quite careless. I dropped my phone gazillion times already &lt;del&gt;but it's still working&lt;/del&gt;. NOT! Nagloloko na telepono ko. Ethan's phone (M.I.3) is the same as mine. Sharing. My iPod was sort of a surprise from my tita since I thought she'll never buy me. She had been busy from work and didn't had much time to go out. So I asked Tatay Temyong to buy me one and I'll be receiving it next week. I'm planning to give this to my brothers. Whoever, whichever. Might be Gabo since Kuya and I aren't in good terms. O, Basta. Bahala na sila.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah. Kinikilig ako dito :)) Yuck ang jologs ni Abbie : Pero swear.&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 137px" height="640" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/kilig.jpg" width="194" align="left" /&gt; Bagay kasi sila kesa kay Bam. Obviously. And if you saw Fred's face yesterday when they said Niña will be the one leaving, waah. You'll see. Hahahah! Whatever ko talaga. Kakakilig kaya. JOLOGS ko. :( Pero ok lang. Atleast I'm true to myself. :) Hahahah! Ok, talking senseless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wala parin tatalo kasi kay Gerald eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 151px" height="175" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/sorryna.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114697355210941177?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114697355210941177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114697355210941177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114697355210941177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114697355210941177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-stories.html' title='Random Stories'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/th_IMG_0212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114631290962381983</id><published>2006-04-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:27:02.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of music</title><content type='html'>I thought everything about the band will be okay with Dad. I thought he'll support me. But I think all of these are just my "&lt;em&gt;thoughts&lt;/em&gt;". God. I can't believe he'll tell me that. It breaks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vien asked me if I could play the bass for them. They're joining this battle of the bands and will start practicing this week. I was so pleased to be asked cause I think that's a compliment. Well, I'm not good at it. I play guitars and was switched to bass because of a band dilemma. &lt;del&gt;I still do not believe that I am good but I know I could do it.&lt;/del&gt; I really wanted to join them so I said, YES, but still not quite sure cause I'll tell dad all about it. Even my friend told me to join, it was an oppurtunity. But I guess that oppurtunity will &lt;strong&gt;stay as an oppurtunity that I've never even got hold of&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad didn't allow me to make it short. But it's not the main reason why I'm so pissed and disappointed at the very moment. His words did make me feel this way. I asked if I could join them since Vien asked me to but I got an immediate "NO" from him. I asked why and a reason not to join them. All he said was, &lt;strong&gt;"You're not yet good. Mapapahiya ka lang. Bass pa hahawakan mo. 'Wag ka ng sumali dun". &lt;/strong&gt;Oh hell, I walked out. I don't care what he'll tell me and his up coming sermon later about disrespecting. I am so used and tired of it. Well, now I feel useless. Maybe I was just pretending and dreaming that I am capable to play these intruments. My friends compliment has gone to waste. My accomplishment in life isn't an accomplishment at all. My knowledge on playing the guitar and the bass doesn't have an effect anymore. At this point, I know I've broken a dream. I am not good and a failure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But whatever it takes, my love for music will never cease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114631290962381983?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114631290962381983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114631290962381983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114631290962381983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114631290962381983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-love-of-music.html' title='For the love of music'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114593323463466607</id><published>2006-04-25T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:48:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike 3</title><content type='html'>Do you know how it feels when you've committed mistakes for the third time? Of course you do! I didn't make mistake three times, twice lang. Hahahah! But these mistakes I've made aren't &lt;em&gt;grave&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/37.gif"&gt; nor bad. It was &lt;strong&gt;FUNNY.&lt;/strong&gt; Or should I say, embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cris IM-ed (if there's such word) last night. *Read the texts in bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 10:19:02 PM): bam bam bu bam ba bam bam bu bam &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 10:19:14 PM): Ano ka, drums?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/10.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/4.gif" /&gt;(Bonjing-- no more no less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 10:19:22 PM): hnd ah&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 10:19:31 PM): un ung sinasabi ni dee dee bago yang line na yan&lt;br /&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 10:19:37 PM): &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/24.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 10:19:46 PM): kapatid ni dex?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(What made me say, Dex instead of Dexter?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 10:19:56 PM): nope&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 10:19:59 PM): dee dee ramone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 10:20:02 PM): dexter&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/21.gif" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hindi na ko feeling close kay Dexter.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 10:20:03 PM): &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 10:20:08 PM): &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 10:20:12 PM): ahhhhhhh &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/4.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 10:20:16 PM): kaya gna natawa ako eh!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 10:20:28 PM): ahhh &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/10.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 10:21:07 PM): hahahaha!!!!!!!!!&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/24.gif" /&gt; kala ko si deedee kapatid ni dexter. shit&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I think this line explains it all.) &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/40.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Incident II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking about their multiply pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 11:11:25 PM): which one?&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 11:11:26 PM): &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 11:11:35 PM): ano caption?&lt;br /&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 11:11:42 PM): wait &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 11:11:44 PM): forgot&lt;br /&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 11:12:01 PM): basta &lt;strong&gt;nakashort&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/24.gif" /&gt;ka ata nun eh tapos magandang shirt. sorry na. AX eh &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 11:12:15 PM): shorts &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 11:12:18 PM): short &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/24.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 11:12:20 PM): hahahah&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 11:12:29 PM): oh no&lt;br /&gt;abbie bella (4/24/2006 11:12:31 PM): strike 2 na ko sayo &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 11:12:31 PM): &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cris galvez (4/24/2006 11:12:21 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD. Ayoko naaaaaaa. &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/29.gif"&gt; Loser na talaga ako. &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/30.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kausap ko si Chino. Take note: &lt;strong&gt;Ibang&lt;/strong&gt; Chino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Ay nakita mo na multiply ni Karel?&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Oo, nakita mo sa multiply ko, friend ko siya.&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: HAHAHAHA! Talaga?&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Hahahha! Oo. &lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Nakita mo multiply ni Camille Prats?&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Eh, ayoko dun eh. Parang mango yung face niya.&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Nino? ni Camille? (Pag sabi ko, short "I" kaya &lt;strong&gt;parang Camuhl&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Chino: Oo. (Aba parang hindi napansin!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaah. What's was wrong with me last night? &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/22.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114593323463466607?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114593323463466607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114593323463466607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114593323463466607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114593323463466607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/04/strike-3.html' title='Strike 3'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114550625244603868</id><published>2006-04-20T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T12:10:52.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloopers and conversations</title><content type='html'>Kawawa naman si Gabo. Kaya gagawa naman ako kay Kuya and ofcourse, Bernadette. Hehehe &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/19.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta kaming Shopwise. May tiangge na nagtitinda ng "havaianas". (Dati pa niya gusto bumili pero mapili siya sa color)&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Uy! Ito may brown! May size kayo nito? Size 10 o 11.&lt;br /&gt;Tindero: Ay wala. Pero subukan niyo yan.&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: *Sinubukan at fortunately, hindi nagkasya* Hindi kasya eh.&lt;br /&gt;Tindero: Meron kaming black.&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Eh ayoko ng black eh. Sige salamat.&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Hindi naman Havianas yun eh. Havanas nakasulat. *Sabay tawa*&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: *Profanity here*  Oo nga eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati pa to. Pumunta kaming Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Pupunta akong Good Sheperd, may pabibili kayo?&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Ma! Bumili ka ng wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Kuya ano? *Tawa ng tawa*&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Ay ano! Crinkles pala! *Tapos tumuwa rin siya* &lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/24.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa car kami. Papuntang Camp John Hay. May nadaanan kami Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Uy! Cafe Lupe. Take note: pronounciation niya ng CAFE= Cayfe.&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng nasa car: Tumawa&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Baka Cafe. *Tamang pagsabi na*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Si Adette na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-eegg hunting kami that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Adette: Ate, sino kakampi mo mamaya? (Yung little kids kasi may yaya)&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Wala, ako lang. Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Adette: Diba ako dati winner? Marami akong nakuhang eggs?&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Oo nga eh. Sino ba kakampi mo nun?&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Si shell.&lt;br /&gt;Ate: *Nagtataka kasi wala akong kakilalang shell na naging yaya niya.* Sinong shell? Si Yaya Icel?&lt;br /&gt;Adette: Hindi! Yung sa under the sea!&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Sino??&lt;br /&gt;Adette: Basta nasa Little Mermaid siya.&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Huh? Sino yun?&lt;br /&gt;Adette: Si Yaya Pearly.&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/22.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO FIGURE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO LOVE MY BROTHERS AND SISTER. They turn everything to comedy.&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/21.gif"&gt; Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, Kuya, Gabo and Adette. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i129/abbiebella/25.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114550625244603868?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114550625244603868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114550625244603868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114550625244603868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114550625244603868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/04/bloopers-and-conversations.html' title='Bloopers and conversations'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114379761721962536</id><published>2006-03-31T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:33:37.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbie and Gabo's conversations</title><content type='html'>Conversation I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tom: Kuya JV, bakit ka may ganyan? (Pointing to my kuya's Adam's apple)&lt;br /&gt;*JV: Sympre! Lalaki ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Bakit Tom, ikaw wala? E di babae ka!&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Oo nga, Tom!&lt;br /&gt;Tom: Hindi kaya. Di ko lang makita yung akin.&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Sa bagay, si Jeanne parang may Adam's apple. Baka lalaki dapat yun.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Talaga?&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: E Ate, bakit si Tiya Belen meron din ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yung Adam's apple daw ni Tiya Belen ay ang kanyang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOITER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nakasakay sa kotse pinatugtog yung bagong kanta ng HALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: Ang ganda niyan.&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Oo nga eh. Bago ng Hale.&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: Ate, bakit kaya ganun?&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: Bakit yung title nung kanta nila, TOGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh yung title nung kanta ng Hale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOLLGATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalaro kami ng Tekken 5 sa kwarto niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: Ate, ano yung song dun sa movie ni Mandy Moore kasama si Shane West? Ano yun, &lt;em&gt;I dare you to ruuunnn. I dare you to ruuunn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: (Sobrang natatawa na)&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Wala lang! Ano ulit nga pala yun, Gabs?&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: &lt;em&gt;I dare you to rrruuunn. I dare you to ruuunn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: (Lakas ng tawa) Baka &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I dare you to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: (Biglang naasar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! Sobrang naalala ko pa yung story at detailed pa sa sobrang tuwa at tawa ko nun. Hahahah! Sana hindi niya mabasa 'to. Kundi, I'm dead. REVENGE ANG ABOT KO. Hehe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And if ever mabasa niya to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you, Gabs :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114379761721962536?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114379761721962536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114379761721962536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114379761721962536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114379761721962536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/03/abbie-and-gabos-conversations.html' title='Abbie and Gabo&apos;s conversations'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114324836758182282</id><published>2006-03-25T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T08:59:27.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still confused on where to go for college review shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP!&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/9356240-114324836758182282?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114324836758182282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114324836758182282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114324836758182282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114324836758182282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-classes.html' title='Review classes'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-114100323345032117</id><published>2006-02-27T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:20:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNDER CONSTRUCTION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-114100323345032117?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/114100323345032117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=114100323345032117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114100323345032117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/114100323345032117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/02/under-construction.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-113784356419097613</id><published>2006-01-21T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:58:47.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've never thought a number of people considered me their bestfriend. Well, I don't really know if they were serious about that but it did make me feel great. :D Hmm. Maybe they read about my past post about that Bestfriend issue. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really liked having a bestfriend before. I considered everyone my bestfriend cause I thought it was being more favor to someone than the other. But having someone who'll be there all the time feels better. Someone who'll never leave you hanging in the air just like what happened to me. RAAAR. Hahahahaha! Do you know how it feels when someone tells you "You're my bestfriend" or tell their friends you are their bestfriend? It feels super great, right? It is like letting you and them know how you touch their lives in one way or another. I was just really surprised these past few months/weeks/days because they told me these simple yet meaningful words. It made me feel much better and continue touching their lives. It made me realize that &lt;strong&gt;I am worthy&lt;/strong&gt; as a friend and I do things that helps each one of them. Simple words do change my life in simple ways, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;To Jamie, Rigo, Ciello, Anjo, Paps, Jeanne, Chino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;YOU GUYS ARE MY BESTFRIENDS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My remedy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-113784356419097613?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/113784356419097613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=113784356419097613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113784356419097613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113784356419097613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2006/01/remedy.html' title='Remedy'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-113539890438018004</id><published>2005-12-24T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T07:55:32.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to miss you forever, Pa. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expect the Unexpected&lt;/strong&gt; -- Just like what that saying goes. Expect something good or something bad. Just like what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went really fine that Monday morning. I was super happy singing and being with my friends and not to mention, Komumates. I was excited giving Rof my present for her. Everyone was. I woke up feeling contented and excited for my day ahead though I won't go home and attend our vigil. Practices went for hours when everybody in school who weren't part of the instrumentalists/choir was resting. They told us we'll stay up late more than anyone for we were the one who will sing. Pissed but yet in high spirits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 o'clock came. I was so ecstatic. Joking around with Agot and the rest of the members of Komu. Laughing our butts off made me feel more overjoyed. Not thinking of anybody or anything. All I knew that time was that I was on cloud nine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music started. Everyone was silent. Trying to concentrate on doing what they told us. With the chanting of the song that made me more concentrated, I never expected what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ajero: “ Isabelle?”&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ms.? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ajero being hesitant. She wanted to tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ajero: You’re aunt is here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ms. Why? (I was shocked and at the same time nervous)&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ajero: You’re grandfather died.&lt;br /&gt;(I didn’t say anything. I was in a total shock.)&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ajero: Get your things. You can now go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an instant hug from Agot who was beside me that time and a sympathetic “Abbie..” from Niña. I didn’t cry that time. I didn’t know what to do. On my way to the highschool building, my tears weren't falling. The silence made me more devastated about the whole situation. At one point, I said it was all a dream. Sam and Ate Kats already took my things. They were crying. I was still shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home while inside the car was like hours. Everything was slow. I was in a hurry to go home to see my mom who I know is the one who should be watched out. My mom isn't very good on handling emotions. My tears suddenly started falling. Remembering my papa's smile and how he will make an effort to tell me something. As you can see, papa already underwent stroke and even bypass. It was his 2nd life, too. He was in the ICU for so long last 2001, I guess. Going back, I arrived home and saw everybody grieving. The chapel was being fixed and even the househelpers were crying. It did hurt me. It was really sudden. I lost my papa in an instant. Questions ran through my head. Why does it have to be today? Why is it very sudden? What did we do? No questions were left unanswered. The answer was simply: &lt;strong&gt;I think Papa would like that better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll surely miss my daily routine on going to his favorite chair every morning and kiss him. I'll miss the times when I'll just sing and extend my hand and to my surprise, a one hundred peso bill. I'll miss his famous line: " Putangina mo!", " Oh Diyos ko, kaawaan mo po ako. " " Eh?". Believe it or not, his famous " Putangina mo!" is one of the few words he can say. Hehehe. He's struggling na nga to mention my name e. ;) Weird Papa. :P I know he's watching over me now. I'll surely miss his hand on my shoulders while walking with his "baston" and his "sumbrero". No one now will ever tell me again how beautiful I am. There's a lot of things I'll miss about papa. But one thing's for sure. I'll miss everything about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years with papa is an accomplishment. 16 years of being close to him made me feel depressed even more. He's part of my daily routine and he'll always be a part of me. I'm happy to know that he's watching over me everyday. It'll be hard for me to let go of him. I've grown attached to Pa. But again, I know he's happy up there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And as tears fall from my eyes while typing this down, I feel contented for I know he'll be my angel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm going to miss you forever, Pa :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="169" alt="I miss you. :(" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/appie04/Bestfriends/papadekiandi.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll see you soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 174px" height="367" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/appie04/Bestfriends/DSC04681.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-113539890438018004?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/113539890438018004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=113539890438018004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113539890438018004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113539890438018004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-going-to-miss-you-forever-pa.html' title='I&apos;m going to miss you forever, Pa. :('/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-113430358121654684</id><published>2005-12-11T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:23:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not a hate letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Siyempre. Ikaw pa, bestfriend."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget that day. You cheered me up for I was really down that time. With that 4 word message you sent me, I've always believed that you'll stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, I &lt;strong&gt;thought you will always&lt;/strong&gt; be my best friend though it all started with a gag. But then again, I'm thankful that you &lt;strong&gt;tried to portray &lt;/strong&gt;as my best friend and &lt;strong&gt;tried to act&lt;/strong&gt; as my &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt;. You've made me feel that in a way. With your simple acts of kindness and sympathy over my wretched life, I considered you the greatest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were someone who understood all my peculiar troubles and my innumerable insecurities, someone who cheered me up during the ups and downs of my existence. &lt;/strong&gt;I never asked God for another friend to replace you! Because I know you'll be the only one who can figure out all the things that has been running through my mind. You were somebody who can appreciate my "ka-cornihan" even if you always annoy me with your "hirits". I still did appreciate that. &lt;br /&gt;I still consider myself fortunate to have met someone who did all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things turned out differently. Yes, it is my fault to be very assuming. You've never really stayed or even been there for me. You were just there when you need something from me. And I've been there for you all along. I don't regret it. I'm not even taking it against you for I was happy to be helping who I thought was best friend. I never really saw the negative upshots of it. Because I know, I was doing it all for you and it will even strengthen our friendship. Still, it didn't. It even made it lose our amity and made a huge gap between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to sacrifice things just for you to be happy? Or even feel contented? I hope it did somehow make you feel thankful for me, even a bit. Just by knowing that, I'm not regretting on giving up so much for you. I'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it feels like I'm just a stranger to you. It's like it's our first time to know each other even if it has been 3 years. 3 consecutive years of pretending you're my best friend. I might sound stupid here, but that has been my dilemma. If you really consider me as your best friend or is it just because for the name? I'm a little confused. I'm on both sides. Whether I'll hate you and forget our friendship or stay as your "best friend" and still be the same someone who you can run to every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, &lt;strong&gt;I'd rather choose my second option &lt;/strong&gt;even though I know I'll risk alot again. It's better if you know there's someone you can always reach. Even if you don't do that for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'll be the one to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Siyempre, Ikaw pa, bestfriend."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-113430358121654684?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/113430358121654684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=113430358121654684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113430358121654684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113430358121654684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-not-hate-letter.html' title='This is not a hate letter.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-113361453689843807</id><published>2005-12-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:10:52.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bata pa ko nun. Part two.</title><content type='html'>Here I go again. With my nonsensical stories. Nabasa ko kasi yung post ko nung June, if you want to read it, here. &lt;a href="http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/06/bata-pa-ko-nun.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; It's about my childhood days, specifically in school and how introverted I was. Hehehe. I wasn't like this before. I was really timid. My classmates would even tease me to speak up. But still I don't. Parang bilang yung masasabi ko. Parang toy na kailangan maglagay ng coin para magsalita (Hehe. I don't ask for money, ah). Hehe. Weird. Yes. But I was like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk about my CTEC days. And how the teachers worked hard on me, just for me to speak and not to be bashful during presentations. Hahaha! Ganun ako. Mahiyain. Hahahaa. Halata naman kaya hanggang ngayon. Hehe. You better agree with me. Haha. TAWA NA LANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba bakit ako ganun. Parang dead kid na hindi mo maintindihan kasi ang dami ko rin namang friends. O-ha. Weirdo. Autism. Pero pag presentations talaga. DEAD. I can say na, ako ang panira. Hahaha. SUPER KJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas presentation namin. The Christmas Alphabet. Letter "I" nga ako nun e. While everybody was so excited with the presentation, I was in a bad mood. I didn't want to present. The audience were all strangers to me. Except for few people, of course. Particularly, Gary Lising. Hahahaha! Autism. Hehe. But I did a great job. Said my part very well without long pauses. Alam kong masaya mga teachers ko nun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The coconut nut is a giant nut.." Yaak. Sinayaw namin yan with maracas pa. Haha. Ang bonjing. Pero what can I do? I was a kid. Ito yung pinaka-untakeable na ginawa ko. Hindi talaga ako sumayaw. TOTALLY. I didn't shake my body. HAHA. Yung kamay ko lang para tumunog yung maracas. Kaya, ginawa nung teacher ko, umakyat ng stage at ginalaw ako. Manual ako e. Hindi automatic. Hahaha. Kahiya ba? Hindi ako nahiya nun. Natuwa pa ko kasi pumunta yung teacher ko sa stage. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love team-- Oh shitty. Bata pa lang .. Tsk. Hehe. I think that almost everybody had experiences on being teased to somebody when they were a kid. Ako rin. Hindi naman ako abnormal at alien para hindi maranasan yan. OK LANG. Malamang, wala kong alam sa mga crushes na yan at sa love love na yan. Kaya N.R. PERO narealize ko, sobrang gwapo pala nung inaasar sakin. Speaking of "a love lost forever". Oh suka. Hahaha! He was a commercial model pa nga of Mcdonald's eh. Hindi ko na siya nakikita. Cry. Ano kaya itsura nun ngayon? Pwedeng gwapo siya lalo, gwapo or kuskos na lang parang iba. HEHE. Nung bata lang cute/gwapo. Hehe. Si Sam ang may pinakagwapong "puppy love" turned "doggy love". Hahaha! Sobrang WOAH. HOTTTT. Steam. Haha. Weh. Diba Samantha? I know you'll kill me. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honors- Yes. You read it right. I WAS an honor. 1st honor. Kahit hindi pa ko nagsasalita niyan. HEHE. I didn't get nervous being on stage out of one of the not so many times I've been scared of facing people. Woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt comfortable with it. For being so reserved. But as time went on, it did bore me. It was like I didn't have any social life. DEAD KID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-113361453689843807?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/113361453689843807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=113361453689843807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113361453689843807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113361453689843807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/12/bata-pa-ko-nun-part-two.html' title='Bata pa ko nun. Part two.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-113171438092625895</id><published>2005-11-11T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T18:55:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promdate.</title><content type='html'>Shit. Yan lang masasabi ko. Dahil sa 'Rar-sapak-suka-untakeable' na promdate na yan. Ito ako ngayon, &lt;strong&gt;desperado&lt;/strong&gt;. Putek. Ayoko na mag prom. Yun lang. Period. No erase. Sabi nga ni Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that prom is something to look forward to. But I guess I am (not was. Present eh! Hahaha.) wrong. I might be pre-judging but I just hate what's happening. Tae. Shitty. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan na lang at basahin yung popost ito. Sorry at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOLOGS&lt;/span&gt; kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE BARE WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prospect # 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang &lt;strike&gt;"PUPPY LOVE"&lt;/strike&gt;. Oh suka. Wag yan. Sa code name na&lt;br /&gt;*******. Hehehe. Wow, code nga. Literal. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eda55c;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc99ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay isa sa mga taong pinagkakatiwalaan ko. I can say that he knows me alot.&lt;br /&gt;Someone I can friggin' run to when I'm in a hurry. Hahaha. WEHHH. Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;he's someone I know I can run to when I have a very huge trouble/predicament. I&lt;br /&gt;knew him eversince I was in 7th grade. He's someone I trust. Akala ko siya na&lt;br /&gt;talaga magiging promdate ko e. Kasi alam kong kahit papano may clue na siya na&lt;br /&gt;i-aask ko siya. E stupid. Hehehe. Joke. I asked him casually. Parang usual talk.&lt;br /&gt;Ganun daw e. Humingi hingi pa ko ng lintek na advices para dun. Shitty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#eda55c;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc99ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;! May tatanong ako sayo. TAE! wag kang magugulat.&lt;br /&gt;Siya: Sige! Ano yun?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Pwede ka bang maging promdate?&lt;br /&gt;Siya: Ah Sige kung wala akong gagawin that day, pero kelan ba?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: I'm not sure e. Hehe. Pero hanap pa rin akong iba if ever. (TANGA! Bakit ko sinabi.)&lt;br /&gt;Siya: Ayaw mo si Gabo?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: (Explain)&lt;br /&gt;Siya: Ayaw mo si ####? (Ooops. Censored.)&lt;br /&gt;Ako: (Explain ng maigi para matauhan at marealize niyang siya talaga)&lt;br /&gt;Siya: Gusto mo si ---- (Taeng yan! Yun pa talaga. Eh traumatized na nga ako dun e.)&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Nako! Sige wag na nga. Hahanap na lang akong iba.&lt;br /&gt;Siya: ( HEHEHE. WALANG REPLY. LINTEK KA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok. I decided to erase &lt;strike&gt;prospect # 1&lt;/strike&gt; on my list. Halatang ayaw niya. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prospect # 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mejo dati nagka-conflict ako with him. Lakas kasing&lt;br /&gt;mangisulto. Pero naging OK na kami. Close na nga e. HEHE. Tapos yun, he's fun to&lt;br /&gt;be with and fun to talk to. Kaya I thought he's Okay to be a promdate. I WON'T&lt;br /&gt;GET BORED. HAHAHA! Pero sabi niya, Hindi daw pwede, may GF siya. Cry nanaman&lt;br /&gt;tayo, ano. Kahit sa fair namin bawal. Crappyness. But no biggie. HEHE. Ok lang&lt;br /&gt;sa akin. HEHE. Hindi ako na affect. HEHEHE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erase &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prospect # 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prospect # 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para naman kay Prospect # 2. Itagno natin siya sa name na "&lt;span style="color:#e292b8;"&gt;So long sweet summer.&lt;/span&gt;" Go figure. Heheh. Ang mushy. Shit. Si "SLSS", ( Aaaaack. Yuck.) we &lt;strong&gt;were&lt;/strong&gt; really close. Like bestfriends. Yeah. But he's not my bestfriend. Hehe. Gulo. I can vividly remember the day when he said goodnight. EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Tae. Corny talaga. Hahaha! We talked about this prom thing. May mali lang akong nagawa. Sabi ko, i-aask ko nga si Prospect # 1. Siguro naisip niya na hindi ko siya i-aask pero alam kong tinanong ko din siya kung gusto niya. So, Ok. Clean. Tapos malalaman ko na lang ngayon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;may nauna na sa akin i-ask siya! &lt;/b&gt;What hurts me is the fact that, t&lt;b&gt;he one who asked him is my batchmate and I know they won't know eachother if it wasn't for me.&lt;/b&gt; KASI NAMAN. He asked HER if SHE knows ME. Cry na lang tayo. Grieve. Another thing, we're more close. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase&lt;strike&gt; prospect # 3.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ito na.&lt;br /&gt;MAGFEFEELING NA KO. HEHEHE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prospect # 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Code name:&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA! It's not that he looks like him. YUCK. Please!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Hehe. The truth is, he doesn't know me. HEHEHE. Pero naging prospect ko.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. He was my crush since 2nd year. YEAH. SAD. &lt;b&gt;To make it short, naunahan&lt;br /&gt;nanaman ako.&lt;/b&gt; Weird kasi hindi nga niya ko kilala. Pero yung nag-ask naman sa&lt;br /&gt;kanya, totally hindi niya din kilala. Sabi niya sige daw basta ma-meet niya.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Unbreak my heart. HAHAHA. NOOO! Tapos she asked him through her friend who&lt;br /&gt;went to his school. Sobrang hindi sila magkakilala (nung friend niya.) Tapos&lt;br /&gt;sinabi na nga lang daw nung friend niya kung pwede. Tapos. Yun yung sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;Ulitin natin. &lt;b&gt;Sabi niya sige daw basta ma-meet niya. &lt;/b&gt;Aray. Pero okay&lt;br /&gt;lang. Nagfefeeling lang ako. Hehehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totally erase&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prospect # 3.&lt;/strike&gt; Feeling ko no? Hahahaha!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;Parang ayaw ko na mag PROM. Sino pa kasi nagimbento niya. SIGE, KJ/loser/tae na&lt;br /&gt;ko. Pero ayoko kasi ng ganito. Pahirapan. Gusto ko instant. HAHAHA! FEELING. You&lt;br /&gt;know I was kidding, right? I was. Hehe. Hirap talaga. I swear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bahala na kung aattend ako niyan. I'm trying to be optimistic. Hehe. Iniisip ko na lang na laging may dadating na masOK sa kanila. DIBA? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-113171438092625895?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/113171438092625895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=113171438092625895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113171438092625895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113171438092625895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/11/promdate.html' title='Promdate.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-113080306657906003</id><published>2005-11-01T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:26:23.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother turned Anti-Christ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;My brother turned Anti-Christ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's is a big question mark. Freaky as it may seem, I think that is what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He suddenly didn't want to go to church. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My family stopped from going to the church because of the work of my parents. It was such a big relief for us when we started going to the church again. At first, it wasn't a big deal for me cause okay, he has reason to not go with us. We participate mass at 6 and it is early. So, whatever. Excused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He visits "evil" sites&lt;/strong&gt;. (Hahahahaha! Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He visits this site. I don't know what's the URL. The hell I care? Hehe. I just heard Dad said last night, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ano ba yan, puro pang Anti-Christ pinunpuntahan mong site a, kaya lumalayo sayo grasya eh!&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: (Walang masabi.) &lt;br /&gt;Abbie: Oo nga! Oo nga! (Ay. Epal ako. Hahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Hindi naman e (Na natatawang sinabi. Sabay close nung window.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, nasapian ang kuya ko. Hahah. Joke. Naalala ko ang paguusap namin nung isa kong pang kapatid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Hoy! Magsimba ka naman! (Kay Kuya.)&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: (Lumabas ng pinto.)&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: Feeling ko may nangyari sa simbahan na na trauma siya. &lt;br /&gt;Ako: Feeling ko din.&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: Hindi, may nangyari yan.&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Bakit alam mo?&lt;br /&gt;Gabo: Hindi feeling ko lang din.&lt;br /&gt;(Tapos naglaro na kami ulit ng Tekken 5.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kuya acts like a kid lately. Kahit bata dito sa compound inaaway. Ako naman, nagfefeeling matanda, pinapagalitan siya. Hehehehe. Nakikinig naman sa akin. Hehe. Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his weird actions recently, &lt;strong&gt;I still love my &lt;/strong&gt;freaking &lt;strong&gt;kuya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-113080306657906003?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/113080306657906003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=113080306657906003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113080306657906003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113080306657906003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-brother-turned-anti-christ.html' title='My brother turned Anti-Christ?'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-113029694670542127</id><published>2005-10-26T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:24:06.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With these waves crashing over my head.</title><content type='html'>Obviously, I have a new layout and I'm back after 1 month. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the demands of certain people, I will post something. Hehehe. Joke. This is the only time I got after months of consecutive hell weeks. I didn't go to school cause I'm sick. I was asked to go home yesterday from school. I'm feeling better now. Just nervous cause they're suspecting me on having this problem with my liver/gal bladder. Darrn. Dami. Hehe. So I'll be going to the hospital to be checked-up and see if there's stone on my gal bladder. I'm really scared. Scared of blood and even cuts. Ironic as it may seem, cause I'm exposed to that kind of environment. My dad operates a lot of people and he even had this pictures wherein he was operating someone. He took pictures of the organs and all. Ewww. Yucky. Haha. That's the reason why I hate and I don't want to be a nurse not even a doctor. Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been so hectic and I really hate it. Especially Geometry and Algebra. Oh, how I just hate numbers. Like what Sr. Iris, our CAI teacher said: "It makes our life miserable." Hahah. Right right. I wonder how smart people love these subjects and how they're enthusiastic when Geom. and Algeb. time comes. Sometimes, I just want to snatch off their brains and put it on my head. Exchange brains, please. Hehe. May Final grades were quite OK, except for Algebra. Rarararar. RARRRRRRRR. I hate it. all my grades went up except for that insane subject. and. that. insane. teacher? Haha. I didn't get low grades last year because of our teacher. This year, our teacher was also our Algeb teacher when we were in 1st year. Yes, I got low grades when I was still a freshman. I hate the way she makes the test. Oh-so-hard tests. Enough about these subjects. Let me talk about Chemistry (sleep. commatose.), Nah. Nevermind. I might as well sleep. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I had my hair cut last night. :D Yay. Senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else. Hmm. It'll be our last day tomorrow and I don't know whether I'll go to school or not. If if ever I will not get sick. Gimiks here I come. Hehe. Speaking of Gimiks, I was supposedly going to Pat's birthday in Eastwood last Saturday. My dear friendly friends were there and I miss them so much. But unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to. I was really tired of getting excuses like, "malayo yun." , "it's late already." blah blah blah. I really got pissed off and I cried the whole night. I was thinking why they're being so strict and I'm sixteen already. Though it stilll isn't legal but I know my responsibilities. It's like they don't trust me. So because of that, I wrote my dad a letter and there I wrote how I really feel and all the hurtings I've been carrying. I'm sure he read it cause he isn't that hard on me anymore. It really took me a lot of guts to do that. Yay. I did it. It isn't that bad after all. We just have to be honest sometimes in a very respectful manner. I do not hate my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-113029694670542127?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/113029694670542127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=113029694670542127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113029694670542127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/113029694670542127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/10/with-these-waves-crashing-over-my-head.html' title='With these waves crashing over my head.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112747169909818277</id><published>2005-09-23T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T18:34:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With the average of 95%..</title><content type='html'>All the hardwork and tiresome days paid off. I'm feeling so grateful and thankful aswell to the Almighty for giving Komusikasyon another year to win the songfest. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes everyone, we won.&lt;/span&gt; :D I can't ask for any thing more. I am really satisfied with this. Well that's for now. :D I'm surely going to miss every practices, every Komu members who were simply awesome and gave their best to make our song be the number 1. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representing your school does make you real proud. Every student wishes you luck and sometimes looks up to you. Everyone expects something from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of success is at my sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations, Komusikasyon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Komu, Jessa, Ate Marge and Ms. Ettie. We would not be the champion if it weren't for your efforts. Thanks so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112747169909818277?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112747169909818277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112747169909818277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112747169909818277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112747169909818277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/09/with-average-of-95.html' title='With the average of 95%..'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112643505353498796</id><published>2005-09-11T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:42:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eco Songfest</title><content type='html'>Pray for me and the Komu members, please? We'll be competing on Friday and we're going for the 3rd streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE. PLEASE, do pray for us!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112643505353498796?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112643505353498796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112643505353498796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112643505353498796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112643505353498796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/09/eco-songfest.html' title='Eco Songfest'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112643431668398514</id><published>2005-09-11T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:31:07.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>I have been paying and spending time getting in to this rollercoaster. It's like wanting to ride it all over again. But then, sometimes, I just want to unstrap myself and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed up sentiments befall in my life. There's exuberance, melancholy, the feeling of surrendering and bliss. These create my entire identity. I've been discovering my real self and change to what is better for me and to the people around me. The shift from being embittered to submissive. Sometimes, I just want to be happy but things are somehow out of place, times when I want to cry but then find reasons why I should smile and be glad once in a while, certain incidents when I want to give up and let go of this thin string that holds me up. Well I guess these events make me zealous about my subsistence. It won't happen without its own purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the ones who make my life undamaged. Smiles do make me happy or even a greeting. A hug makes me feel like I am loved. Laughs make me realize that life goes on. And about the tears, it's a way for me to feel good and how I release all the sadness that has been hindering me to be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being upside down this rollercoaster is just not right. I struggle because I'm scared of falling, falling hard on the ground and stop breathing. Though there's something strapped on me for my safety. But sometimes, safety can not be present. You can't be sure of it. It's similar to feeling secured because of individuals around you who you know will never leave you and who'll fight for you, however when you wake up just one morning, they're all gone, leaving you single-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's black and white, at times dull but still worthy. Nevertheless, I feel pleased because a rainbow still appears every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm currently riding this rollercoaster and I'm on my 15th round, discovering life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112643431668398514?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112643431668398514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112643431668398514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112643431668398514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112643431668398514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/09/emotional-rollercoaster.html' title='Emotional Rollercoaster'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112450334315310298</id><published>2005-08-20T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T10:44:37.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they're the best people life can offer :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="329" alt="i love paps and jeanne :D" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/appie04/Bestfriends/rainbow.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been with them eversince gradeschool. That's why I'm tired of their faces. Hehehehe. Joke. :D Through my first commute experience with Paps. My first takas-na-lang ako with Jeanne. Every second spent with them is so memorable. We never had fights except for that&lt;em&gt; tampuhan or asar&lt;/em&gt; days.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I can easily open up to them without thinking twice. We share our deepest secrets and even understand each other with simple signals. Hahahah. They're just 2 of my friends who my dad and mom knows. My brothers are close to them and my little sister loves them. I've been a witness of their love lives. And before I forget, there's just 1 thing we, 3 are different. Faye and Jeanne are way too girly and I? Hahaha. NO WAY. But still we click. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just love them to bits. :D I've been through a lot with them. I can say that they're my friends who happily accepts me for who I am. &lt;strong&gt;I don't need to pretend to be somebody else.&lt;/strong&gt; Faye and Jeanne completes my day. They're one of the reasons why I like going to school cause I know it'll be another fun day. They're always there for me when I needed company. They listen to me without complaining though I know they're sick and tired of hearing it. We share alot of things in common. It's easy to talk to them because I know they'll understand me. &lt;strong&gt;Nobody compares to them!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're the best people life can ever offer. The reason why I still love life despite troubles.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you Paps and Jeanne.&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/9356240-112450334315310298?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112450334315310298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112450334315310298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112450334315310298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112450334315310298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/08/theyre-best-people-life-can-offer-d.html' title='they&apos;re the best people life can offer :D'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112441050126685088</id><published>2005-08-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T08:30:34.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear you're counting sheep again Mary Jane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;What's the point of trying to dream anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song Mary Jane by Alanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is full of hell week. There's no free day except for watching in the auditorium and celebrating the feast of the Assumption. And the school holiday today. So, no classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my grades. I really need improvement. But, I got an OK grade in Geometry and that was good cause I'm struggling in that subject. :D Hahaha. And I did improve in Chemistry, after seeing two line of 7 grades in my IPR, I got 90. Haha :D Yay :D Nakabawi ako. I don't want to talk about school. I'm tired of it! But it seems like everything's connected to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 quarters to go and I'll be a senior. We had our Homeroom subject yesterday and we talked about Boy-Girl relationships. She discussed several topics and told us stories about what she saw that's happening with teens like us or college students. It's like I don't want to go out of Assumption. We're protected and safe there but face reality, I'm going out of it soon. No more teacher-student bondings, no more sharing of food during lunch, no more 'WEH' when some &lt;em&gt;hirits&lt;/em&gt; come up, and no more joking around with teachers. Trying to criticize them when they mispronounce a word. I might sound absurd because I still have 2 years in Assumption. But I just realized that time really runs so fast. So I better seize every moment of my stay there before everything comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just the school I'll miss and will long for. I'm scared of losing my friends. School isn't fun without them. Sometimes, I just want to go to school cause of them and the thought that I'll have fun. We'll go to different universities and it's hard keeping in touch with each one of them. Everyone will be busy and we'll have different lives. New set of friends-- right. I guess college does test your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school might be full of hell week. It still has the things you'll miss when you get out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112441050126685088?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112441050126685088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112441050126685088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112441050126685088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112441050126685088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hear-youre-counting-sheep-again-mary.html' title='I hear you&apos;re counting sheep again Mary Jane.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112440852766359308</id><published>2005-08-19T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:42:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know how us Catholic girls can be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112440852766359308?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112440852766359308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112440852766359308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112440852766359308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112440852766359308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-know-how-us-catholic-girls-can-be.html' title='You know how us Catholic girls can be?'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112323152874869732</id><published>2005-08-05T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T08:28:00.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I turned 16.</title><content type='html'>16 years of breathing is still a big blessing. Though I'm not even on the half of my living but still I consider it a big stroke of luck. I'm blessed to be living for 16 years. Not all people had the chance to even reach my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that yesterday was the one of the most ecstatic birthday :D I had alot of greetings from my friends and strangers who later on became my sort of friends also. My friend/kasama pinsan ko, surprised me. It really made me feel like I'm on cloud nine. Hehe. I might as well tell you what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up pretty early compared to the past few days. I wasn't excited nor 'tinatamad' to go to school. It was a usual day for me but still I was thinking that it'll be a little different because another year added to my age. When I got to school, my classmates greeted me and handed me lollipops and jellies. Haha! It was really plenty. My batchmates too :D So, I had a bucket of sweets. :D Hahahah. Ok so I thought, back to reality again 'cause we had our 1st subject. GEOMETRY. So, our teacher, Sir Andie, discussed certain things for the test. Then he said, he's just going to get something. I wasn't really listening. When he got back. He gave me a green balloon and an envelope. I was really surprised. The same thing happened with the next subjects until the end. I received letters from my teachers and even from our principal. Hahaha! I also got letters from my MOM, Sam and her mother, Tita Vicky. And of course, a letter from Ciello ( the one who planned everything and my cousin) , from her mom and her brother :D Papaye also gave me this guitar-drawn-by-Papaye with lots of post it letters :D Letters from everyone close to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I had 8 rainbow colored balloons + alot of candies + post it letters :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider it the happiest birthday of my teen age life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To everyone who made my birthday so memorable. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciello:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really had no idea. :D Hahaha. It surprised me. Great Job! Hahah. You didn't even spill a thing. ;) That's an accomplishment ;) Haha. Was kidding. Ang sama ba? THAAAANKKKSSS CIELLO. YOU JUST DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112323152874869732?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112323152874869732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112323152874869732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112323152874869732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112323152874869732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-i-turned-16.html' title='and I turned 16.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112157709890558863</id><published>2005-07-17T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T13:11:38.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the guitar I've been wishing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year ko pa gusto 'tong guitar na to. E, wala na ata. Limited edition kasi to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's for $299.00 = P16,744 converted to peso. IT'S WORTH IT. I also like the Bob Marley Guitar. It's a Les Paul, cool talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="250" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/emilyguitar.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oohh. Beautiful. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These guitars are from &lt;a href="http://www.epiphone.com"&gt;www.epiphone.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/trailerpark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Airstreamer. Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/lespaulzakkwylde.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Les paul Zakk Wylder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/bobmarley.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bob Marley. Wohooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hay sige. Mangangarap na muna ako. Makukuha ko din kayoooo. haha! sisikat kami ng banda ko. hahaha!! Nako, naabno na. haha! sorry sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone willing to buy me one of those guitars? :D I'll appreciate it. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112157709890558863?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112157709890558863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112157709890558863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112157709890558863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112157709890558863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/07/guitar-ive-been-wishing.html' title='the guitar I&apos;ve been wishing.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b194/theguitarstrings/blog%20pictures/th_emilyguitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112096108468173271</id><published>2005-07-10T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T10:19:45.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 fold utopian dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;March 12, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream came true. Yuck, parang ang mushy. Hehe. It was about 8 when it started. The place was hella full of people. Different kinds of them. Posers. Coño. Perky people. Rockers. Different kinds of them, really. I was on the 37th row with Abbee. It wasn't that far though. At about 8:40, they were off! The drums, guitar and the bass were mind-blowing.&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brandon Boyd. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing their opening song, Megalomaniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flabbergasted. The person I've been wishing to see was right before my eyes. The band I've always wanted to catch sight of was right there before me. It took me several minutes to actually get back to myself. The feeling was just so overwhelming and so unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in 6th grade when I started to love that band. With their sole lyrics, distinctive sound and charismatic vocalist, their captivating guitarist who simply mesmerizes me whenever he plays, their new bassist who seems good enough for Incubus and talk about their DJ who adds up to their alluring music and the drum beating sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't fall inlove with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really unlucky for me to have not brought a digital camera. My phone that time didn't have camera, too. So, it was really depressing. But still, I got the chance to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends kept on calling me because they can't contact Abbee, so ako naman. They were screaming so loud. They heard Brandon's voice singing Wish you were here. Eh that time, it was the 4th year's legacy. I guess they made scene. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remebered Brandon playing a guitar and he said that he really don't play the guitar in their concerts but he did! Lucky people. He even played this percussion. I forgot the name of that instrument. He was really good. Everyone in the band had their own solo performances like their drummer Jose who played his instrument for like 5 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga classmates:"Abbie, eh di nakita mo abs ni Brandon Boyd?"&lt;br /&gt;Ako: " Waahh. Oo. He took off his shirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our dialogue. Brandon Boyd's famous abs. Haha. Enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their concert ended with Morning View songs which was really the most popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert ended about 11:40. 2,036 for 2 hours. Not worth it? Well, a little. But it paid off, I saw them! Hehe. I was really lucky to be there to have seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Music Gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INCUBUS LIVE IN MANILA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112096108468173271?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112096108468173271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112096108468173271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112096108468173271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112096108468173271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/07/3-fold-utopian-dream.html' title='3 fold utopian dream'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112089241630288753</id><published>2005-07-09T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T18:25:09.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the longest time.</title><content type='html'>Ever since gradeschool, I'm ('cause I still am.) amazed on how this singing group in AA croon. Their blending was perfect and their voices were like heavenly. I really did look up to them. My cousin was part of that choir and told me when I was in gradeschool that I should join that club. Well, anyway, I’ll post something about what was&lt;br /&gt;the outcome of the astonishment for that group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been going to this classroom that's full of instruments. Different kinds of them. Modern to ethnic. I've been seeing the same faces but some vanishes each year. I've been seeing the same teacher who patiently teaches us the right melody and note until we blend and make a good harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Music Room. &lt;strong&gt;Komusikasyon and Ms. Ettie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditioning for this club really did scare me. I wasn't that student who sings in front of the class or even to her seatmate. I was too shy to. Nobody even knows that I sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the 149th student who auditioned on the first day. I was supposedly going to back out but Pat, Jeanne and Yuby insisted that I still audition. They did too. We were the last students who sang infront of the old members who were older than us. So it was really scary. They were all serious. Not even smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang my piece. Then tadaa.. Hit the wrong note and even swallowed my saliva that led me to stop my singing then still continued. I went to Ms. Ettie and did the piano thing in where I should follow the tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: "Loo"&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ettie: (plays a note on the piano)&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: "Loo"&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ettie: (plays a note on the piano)&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: "Loo"&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ettie: (plays a note on the piano)&lt;br /&gt;Abbie: "Loo"&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ettie: Nice voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice voice?! What the hell? Nice voice? I screwed up. I almost ran out of the room because of embarrassment. But still, I really found it as a compliment. I got nervous and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were still shaking and I still felt my heart beating. I even saw my neck tie go, UP and DOWN, UP and DOWN. I regretted singing infront of them. Dignity. I was thinking that they'll laugh if they see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after mass when the results came out. Long recess. Jeanne and Pat told me that it was out already. Again, I got nervous that I told them to look it themselves and see if my name was there. After several minutes of waiting, Jeanne and Pat came and their faces were like, disappointed and said: "Shit Abbie, Kami lang nila Yuby pumasa." I didn't show them that I got depressed because I was the only one who didn't pass. I even smiled and said, "Ok lang yun no!" But then, they said: "JOKE LANGG!! Lahat tayo pumasa!". I jumped for joy and people inside the classroom and outside were all telling me Congratulations. I was on cloud nine and got excited to go home and tell my parents about it. Something to be proud about because out of 100+ who auditioned. I got into the 20 people who passed. Speaking of luck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Komu is my second family. They are my sisters even Ms. Ettie. We are all bonded. But every year, a group of people leaves. People who I've been close to. Individuals who made different impacts in my life. I really feel grateful to have known them. They were the ones who were there to see me grow into this kind of person you're seeing right now. I developed self esteem and confidence. It’s like coming out of a shell who hindered me from doing what I can and what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE NEW MEMBERS OF KOMU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO THE KOMU FAMILY. :D&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN!&lt;br /&gt;We're going for the 3rd streak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112089241630288753?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112089241630288753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112089241630288753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112089241630288753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112089241630288753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-longest-time.html' title='for the longest time.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112030366850225102</id><published>2005-07-02T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T09:13:06.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd month of the school year.</title><content type='html'>Finally. I'm back. I've been really busy and I really don't have time to sit infront of this computer during weekdays (and the fact that we really can't). It's a weekday anyway, so I'm using it now. :D School's good enough. I'm getting at ease. But still adjusting with some teachers. I'm not used to their teaching skills. And it is hard adjusting with them especially with 1 teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112030366850225102?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112030366850225102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112030366850225102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112030366850225102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112030366850225102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/07/2nd-month-of-school-year.html' title='2nd month of the school year.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-112030340009152437</id><published>2005-07-02T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:23:20.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-112030340009152437?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/112030340009152437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=112030340009152437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112030340009152437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/112030340009152437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111931444466837870</id><published>2005-06-21T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:20:51.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week hassle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow. 10 days since I last posted here. It shows that my 1st week in school was really full of requirements. 1st week pa lang yan. What more on the middle of the school year? They say 3rd year is the hardest. But I don't cling to that statement, it might drive me and in the end, wala akong magawa. I should be optimistic now. So, anyway, school's okay. I'm still with the same section as of last year, may nalipat lang nga na 5. I have different teachers and still adjusting to their teaching skills. Different rules in school pero kunti lang nabago and a different principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko yung 2nd year ako. It was the most fun year for me. Maraming happenings. Bonded yung section. I mean, everyone's at ease. Walang hiya hiya. Hopefully, Junior year will be like that. Ok, PAST is past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi na lang ako nakakarinig ng: &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Abbie! Prom niyo na!!".&lt;/span&gt; Sheesh. Oo nga, prom na namin. I still don't want to think about it. I know there'll be more activities before prom. Kaya I better put that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's sick in our house. My mom, naka-dextrose. My brother, high fever. My little sister, high fever din but still keeps on going outside the house. Tsk. My other brother and I, flu. Pero still goes to school. Waaah! My dad, well, he's not sick. Lalala. I want summer to be back. I don't want to go to school anymore. Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been thinking and wanted to do when I go to school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Everytime I'd go out of our car tapos I'll step sa school grounds, parang gusto ko ng bumalik ng car. Weird. Pero totoo.&lt;br /&gt;2.Pag naiisip ko na may English that day, I just want to go home. It's not that I hate the subject.It's that I just hate the teacher. Yes, the teacher. Rar. Badtrip siya.&lt;br /&gt;3.Whenever I think that I have so many things to do ahead. Tsk. Uwi na koooo.&lt;/div&gt;4."Sana magka-fever ako." Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;5.I wish it would rain. Tapos, suspended! Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba, bakit ako ganun. Haha! I'm not feeeling school. Does it make sense? Kahit na, I have the same classmates, ewan. Parang it still is different than last year. Ay nako, I don't want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And yes,  I got Champ's autograph-na-parang-letter.&lt;/span&gt; Ciello gave it to me. Hahaha! I don't want to comment. The scanner's not working. Darn. Wrong timing. So, I need to study pa. Wala ngang classes pero full of homeworks naman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111931444466837870?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111931444466837870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111931444466837870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111931444466837870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111931444466837870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/06/1st-week-hassle.html' title='1st week hassle'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111855431970383469</id><published>2005-06-12T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T14:01:50.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a wonder love can make the world go round.</title><content type='html'>Wala akong tulog. 5 hours lang. Went to Gateway last night to buy something for dad. We end up buying these pair of Nike slippers from Shoe Salon. Unfortunately, it doesn't fit dad. It should be one size bigger. So I guess later we'll go back to Gateway. The hell you care? Right? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ako natulog ng straight. Natulog na kasi ako at about 3 pero, nagtext si Ciello at sabi: "AB! We're with Champ!!!!!!" Ganyan. Mas madami pa atang exclamation point yun e. At ako naman, sympre, down with jealousy. Hindi ko pa kasi siya namemeet. Darn. Pero sabi ni Ciello ininvite daw niya kami sa isang gig nila sa Libis ata. I might go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanood akong MTV at MYX. Mostly, OPM videos yung pinalabas. Kasi Indepence Day nga. Tapos, I watched E-head's With a smile. Sobrang ganda nung video and the song as well. The song reminded me of so much memories.&lt;br /&gt;Yung pagpunta sa swimming classes after school sa GreenValley habang nakasakay sa Vanette tapos kinakanta ni Ate Kats yung 'dudududuuuu, dudududuuuuuuuu. dudududuu dudu dudu dudu let me hear you singing..'. Ako naman, nakikanta naman. Bakit kaya ako ganun nung bata pa ko? Abnormal ba? Hindi naman. Mejo lang. I can say that I'm one of the luckiest kids who were exposed to those kinds of songs. Hehe. Than hearing songs like: "Fruit Salad. Yummy yummy.." That's the song that my sister sings. Well not anymore, I've exposed her to the 'NOW' songs. Like Hale's. Haha! So, when we're in the car, she won't let her CD be played. CD that contains silly songs. Hahahah! Even my parents starts to love it. Hahaha! Good influence ako. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I could go back to my 2-6 year old days. Kasi yun yung time na parang OK pa ang family. Siguro kasi bata pa kami, we don't give MUCH burden like what we're giving our parents nowadays. OK finacially. We get what we want. Ngayon, pahirapan na humingi ng mga bagay, pero nakukuha pa din namin. Tama na yan. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwento ko na lang yung kaninang umaga.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 10:30, tapos biglang pumasok sa room yung little sister ko. As usual, para lang manggulo and to wake me up, pero gising na ko nun! Hahaha! She found this Shoe salon paper bag. Siguro, it reminded her of our gift to mom. Kasi Nike slippers din binili namin nun. Tinanong niya kung ano yun, sabi ko, basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adette: Nasan gift niyo kay dad?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: basta, mamaya na.&lt;br /&gt;Ad:(kinuha yung paper bag) Ito yun eeehhh.&lt;br /&gt;A: Hindi nga e. Kulit. Wag mong galawin yan.&lt;br /&gt;Ad: (binitawan sabay irap) Ako gift ko kay dad, kiss and love. (labas ng pinto.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! That made me smile. Kasi she's so sweet kaso, minsan, she acts like she's older than me. Hahaha! Total opposite of what I was when I was her age. Makapal mukha niyan. Hahaha! She totally loves attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days to go and Jamie's leaving. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111855431970383469?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111855431970383469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111855431970383469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111855431970383469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111855431970383469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-wonder-love-can-make-world-go.html' title='It&apos;s a wonder love can make the world go round.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111845851308564272</id><published>2005-06-11T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T12:26:43.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes moved to Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Ang labo talaga. Sabi nila, Monday kasi dineclare daw ng President na hindi na Holiday ang 13. Pero ngayon, dineclare daw ulit na holiday ang 13. Labo. But still, it made me happy. May isa pang day before classes. Pero 1 day lang. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes na. Different happenings nanaman. It'll be the start of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- taking down of notes habang nagsasalita ang teacher. Kahit na mabilis. Kaya when you look down on your paper, parang wala ka ng maiintindihan. Scribbles. &lt;br /&gt;- pagcopy sa seatmate kapag na late ka sa pag take down ng notes or may ginagawa ka kasi.&lt;br /&gt;- Becoming a parasite. Hihingi ng paper, borrow ng ballpen, borrow ng materials kapag kulang or wala ka. &lt;br /&gt;- Sermons from the teachers. Kapag maingay, walang materials for a specific activity. Not cooperating. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;- Passing of projects. Na pag late, 68.&lt;br /&gt;- Assignments everyday. &lt;br /&gt;- TESTS.&lt;br /&gt;- who will ever forget? SUSPENSION of classes.&lt;br /&gt;- Pagiging late at absent.&lt;br /&gt;- CRAMMING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is the place where everything happens. Kahit na there's some rules and regulations to follow. Meron naman, wala lang sa kanila yun. Yung feeling pa-cool. School is the place where you can be and can't be yourself. Can't be= Insecure sa mga schoolmates or gustong masama sa isang "popular" group. It's also where you can stay happy when you're having very bad going ons in your house and most especially, FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder marami ng may gustong pumasok sa school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111845851308564272?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111845851308564272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111845851308564272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111845851308564272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111845851308564272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/06/classes-moved-to-tuesday.html' title='Classes moved to Tuesday.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111829668274346623</id><published>2005-06-09T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T15:32:44.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bata pa ko nun.</title><content type='html'>Hay. Finally natapos ko na din yung layout na pinipilit sakin ni Sam. And I'm happy she liked it. :D Mejo nga nakakatawa lang naman si Sam, sabi niya, when I was using Adobe Photoshop and she was watching, sabi niya: "Ay charcoal." Pronounciation: Carchoal as in like character. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days to go, everybody, well not everybody, most schools will have their classes na. Parang kelan lang nung nagsummer. Putek. Ang bilis ng araw. And I'm now a junior then 4th year and tadaaa. Kolehiyo na ko. Paalam Assumption Antipolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang kelan lang din nung kinder ako, yun pa yung parang bulok na kinder house na maliit na CR na drinking fountain na may parang apakan pa para sa hindi mga abot, tapos pinupunas sa necktie kapag walang hanky after uminom sa fountain. Mostly kapag free time or Fridays which is play day for us, kindergartens and preschoolers, ako lagi yung katabi ng mga teacher, kasi hindi ako nakikisali. Dead kid ako nun e. Noon yun. Haha! yabang. Wala pa ko gaanong social life nun. Alam mo naman, shy type eklat ako. Atleast hindi ako yung amoy araw na bata nun na pagkatapos maglaro eh magffreshen up. Kaya pag pasok mo sa room namin nun, Haha! Halo halo ang scent. Mahihilo ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang kelan lang din nung prep ako. First day of school yung katabi ko, ewan ko sino yun, umiiyak kasi bawal parents sa labas ng room. I was already about to cry pero may nakita din akong classmate, ang saya niya. E di, I chose not to cry, baka isipin pang iyakin ako. Reputation. Kahit bata pa ko. Nakapag-bye naman si mom sakin e. Naalala ko din yung nanakawan ako, ng magic pencils. Haha! Binili kasi ako ni mommy ng sangkatutak na magic pencils. Yung pag napudpod na lead nung isa, papalitan mo yun tapos ilalagay sa ilalim ulit nung pencil. Para mapush yung bago. Ha? Labo NUN. Basta siguro naman alam niyo na yun. Balik sa kwento, nahuli ko din yung kumuha. Haha. Ako pa. CSI. Nye. Prep din ako nung nagdala akong Barbie na jump rope na hindi din ako naglaro kasi tinamad ako tska, shy ako e. Haha! Lintek na shyness yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang kelan lang din nung Grade 1 ako. Lagi kong kasama mga kabarkada ni Ate Igs, grade 6 siya nun. Ako nga daw yung sikat na bata nun e, kasi kahit sino daw e kasama ako. Aba'y ang yabang mo. Haha! No really, honestly. Kung kanikanino ako sumama. Buti at hindi ako nakidnap. Minsan nung grade 1, nagtest kami sa Science. Yung question or yung aansweran ay give 3 ways how you can keep your dog clean and healthy. Basta parang ganun, tapos, when I received my paper, Yes! I got 96, Oo, grade 1 pa ko nun. Hahaha! Pero may napansin ako, 7 na ko, kaya hindi na ko innocent nun, may alam na kahit papano. Tapos dun sa answer ko, sinulat ko, put A powder. Pag kakuha ko nung paper ko, nakacancel yung A. Haha! Nagets ko agad yun a. Grade 1 din ako nung ma-lock ako sa C.R, ako lang mag-isa nun, everyone was having their P.E class, ewan ko kung bakit ako hindi. There was no other way but to go out crawling under that door kahit na madumi yung floor. Hehe. Kinabahan talaga ako nun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang kelan lang nung Grade 2 ako, may kaaway ako nun, pero siya lang yung umaaway sa akin. Parang ako yung inaaway ng bully. Under ako e. Ayoko ng sabihin sino siya. Friends na kami e. Haha! May issue din nung time na yun na may kabatch daw kami na hindi kumakain ng lunch tapos tinatapon sa toilet bowl yung food niya tapos flush. Haha! Cool. Hehe. Grade 2 din ako nung naranasan ko ang mawalan ng pera, at yung PLDT card ata yun na kelangan mo para makatawag. P100 isa nun. Nawala din yung camera kong Mickey Mouse, hindi na ko nakapag attend ng P.E nun dahil hinanap ko pa talaga. Just to find out, nasa ilalim lang ng aking malaking stroller. Napaka stupid talaga nga naman. Dito ko din nagustuhan ang Art na subject dahil kay Ms. Cora. Yehey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 3 ako ng makilala ko ang aking long time friends na sila Jenessa Ramos, Bianca Dualan at Jamie Dio. Magkatable kasi kami nun. Table 7. Naging friend ko na din pala si Ciello Ayala nun. Haha! Kami yung table na laging pinapagalitan. Kasi kami yung maingay, kung hindi maingay, kami yung table na nagugupit nung lalagyan ng ink ng red ballpen tapos ilalagay sa paper. Kami din yung table na sumayaw ng Backstreet boys. Kumanta ng A whole new world. AT lalo na ang nagturo at sumagot ng Christopher Columbus sa question na "Sino ang gumawa ng MUNDO?". Si Christopher Columbus pala yung nakadiscover na round ang mundo. Hindi kasi kami nakikinig nun, kaya nataranta kami. Haha! Buti na lang, si Jene ang tinanong. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 4 naman ako nung nakahanap ako ng barkada. We had our own Lunch place. Yes, THE ECO park. Tambayan namin yun e. Siga kami nung grade 4. Lagi kaming late sa CLE classes at laging nasasabihan na ipapadala na kami sa office ni Mrs. Aguilos. Pero hanggang sabi lang yung ni 'always-in-danger' na si Ms. Moran. Unfortunately, she retired na. Nakakamiss tuloy. Haha! Wala ng natatanungan na, "Ms. Ano nangyari sa mata mo?" or "Ms. ano nangyari sa noo mo?". Isasagot naman niya, "Natusok kasi ng alambre nung umuwi ako e." o kaya "Nahiwa ako sa yero e." Hay Miss Moran. Hehe. I was also in 4th grade when Ms. "Leron leron sita" a.k.a Ms. Laura's pustiso suddenly slipped off her mouth. Good thing she caught it. Oha! Magic. Muntik ng mahulog sa floor e may tao pa naman dun. Hahah! Nagalit pa siya kasi pinagtawanan namin. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 5. Mejo dead kid ata ako nun. Pinaghiwalay kasi kaming magkakabarkada. Lahat ng section meron isang member nun. Napunta ako sa sec. 5. I can still remember, sobrang uso ang anime nun. Lalo na yung Fushigi Yuugi. Haha! Shit. Naging close ko pa yung mga magaling mga drawing ng anime. Ako? Wala. Mata pa lang ng bullshit na anime na yun e hindi pa pantay. Kamay pa kaya. Dun ko rin nakilala si Vien, aming drummer at Arianne, bassist namin. Dun din nagstart ang mga gimiks ko. Teen-ager na e. Ay ulul. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 6. Thought at first it'll be the worst school year. I didn't have close friends sa new section ko, which was 5 again. I'm absent often. That was during the 1st Q.T. Pero I felt at ease naman when time went on. I got close again to my Grade 1 bestfriend, Cattleya, to Ciello. And more people. Umuso si Harry Potter nun. Nagcollect pa nga ako nun e. Lahat ng items. Call me an "HP Fan". Yes I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 7, Nako. Wala na. Matanda na ko niyan. Ayoko na magkwento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were my grade school years. I don't mind if you guys won't read this. I'm just in the mood to tell you what happened during my grade school years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111829668274346623?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111829668274346623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111829668274346623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111829668274346623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111829668274346623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/06/bata-pa-ko-nun.html' title='Bata pa ko nun.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111785521209200230</id><published>2005-06-04T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T15:13:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NIGHT.</title><content type='html'>Last night was reallyyyyyyyyy FUN. I went to Bamboo's album launch thing, Hale and Sugarfree yung frontact. I saw Champ FINALLY. Took some pictures with Sheldon, Omni and Ebe. Thanks to Nikki. I didn't get the chance to talk to Champ because he was sick. Nikki told me that we'll go to their other gigs so that I could meet Champ. I knew something wrong will happen, I DIDN'T meet him. It's ok. There's a lot of time. And yeah, Omni, Hale's drummer, was really fun to be with. He was really nice. Pinagtripan pa ko. He lend me his shades, yes, his famous shades na nagiging green at ewan. I can't upload the pictures! Darn. Wala sa akin yung USB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived there at about 6:40 because Tito Arch, Gabo and I got lost in Edsa. Yeah. When we got there, Ciello arrived also. I had a hard time looking for her because obviously, SM Megamall is really big and there was a really big crowd. A mix of coño rockers, dude and err.. POSERS. You know what I mean. When Ciello and I met up. We met Nikki and told us that she'll try to get us some VIP stickers so we can stay in the backstage. Unfortunately, we didn't. But the backstage was really "exposed" so we just stayed there behind the railings. As we watched Hale, the crowd was alive. We got pushed and the railing infront of us muntik ng mahulog. It was really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pushing+ the people behind us = Waaah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Bamboo (the band). They walked infront of us. I took some pictures but it was really blurry because they were walking too fast. Not to mention those bouncers. Malaking harang. When Bamboo played na, we weren't able to watch properly. Sabi kasi ni Ciello, "slaman" na yun. Hehe. We stayed near the VIP "place" and Omni was with us. As I told you earlier, he was "kwela". Parang you've been friends for long. Kuya called me and said we're going home but then I can't find any place to squeeze myself in so I could get out of that certain spot. Goodthing Kuya Mik and Ciello accompanied us to the car. We really squeezed ourselves into that mixed crowd. You can see scary people looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Eastwood after that. Ate Yellowcab and Ciello also went there. We played billiards. I won by the way. Haha! At about 2 we went home because Dad called us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was really exuberant. Sana maulit. :D I know it will. AND I'll meet Champ and Roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111785521209200230?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111785521209200230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111785521209200230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111785521209200230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111785521209200230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/06/night.html' title='THE NIGHT.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111706833042030467</id><published>2005-05-26T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:10:34.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAN: Meet with HALE. Haha!</title><content type='html'>I'll meet HALE later. I'm so excited! :D Dad allowed me! Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111706833042030467?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111706833042030467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111706833042030467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111706833042030467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111706833042030467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/plan-meet-with-hale-haha.html' title='PLAN: Meet with HALE. Haha!'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111639427106520286</id><published>2005-05-18T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:31:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day you said goodnight video.</title><content type='html'>Have you seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champ is just so charming&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Haha! Dah dah. You better watch it. Mehn, Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111639427106520286?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111639427106520286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111639427106520286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111639427106520286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111639427106520286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-you-said-goodnight-video.html' title='The day you said goodnight video.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111613081707911030</id><published>2005-05-15T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:47:24.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Bibbo." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/appie04/happiness/hala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibbo. I MISS YOU SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/appie04/happiness/bg10.jpg" alt="Boy-Girl Interaction"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year II-1. Haha! Wala akong pic. natin. I can't  scan our class picture. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111613081707911030?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111613081707911030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111613081707911030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111613081707911030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111613081707911030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/missing-you.html' title='missing you.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111612736119915767</id><published>2005-05-15T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T11:34:10.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at the stars, look how they shine for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to close these eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But I can't. I only got 3 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night.&lt;br /&gt;Road trip. &lt;em&gt;Masaya&lt;/em&gt;. We went to Gateway (Kuya, Tito Archie, Kuya Joey and Sam), where I did nothing until I went to the &lt;em&gt;arcade place&lt;/em&gt; and played. It was really fun. Especially that &lt;em&gt;Drums thing.&lt;/em&gt; It was really addictive. Haha. :D A lot happened in Gateway. I saw Papaye with Paeng. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Eastwood. Stayed in Starbucks for some time then went to the mall. Looking forward to play in their arcade place but it was close already. So we just played billiards and we ended up losing that bet against Tito Arch and my kuya. We drank 3 big glasses of water. To think that Kuya Joey, Sam and I were full because of the:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dinner, wherein steak, mashed potatoes and corn was the dish,&lt;br /&gt;2. Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;3. Burger King. Good thing I just ordered Onion Rings and it wasn't that heavy. They also ate some of it so, No big deal actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vommited. It was pure water. Haha! Sam did too. But after that, I felt okay. We weren't sleepy yet except for Sam who went home. We played cards, and now, I'm proud to be the WINNER. I won a hundred plus. Yay, &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha! So, at about 3, I drifted off to sleep and I woke up because Dad called us for breakfast. Sheesh. My head ached for some time and good thing I was able to take a 30 min. nap. And eventually, woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new haircut. Darn. It's short. But it's fine. Time for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111612736119915767?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111612736119915767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111612736119915767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111612736119915767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111612736119915767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/look-at-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html' title='look at the stars, look how they shine for you.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111595350756374594</id><published>2005-05-13T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:23:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Champ was singing to me last night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;Champ was singing to me last night. &lt;/strong&gt;I thought I was dreaming. &lt;strong&gt;But NO.&lt;/strong&gt; I wasn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun, though I stayed home. I played Tekken 5, pusoy dos and tong-its with my brothers and I'm still holding the title of being a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOSER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeanne told me she'll be going here yesterday but she didn't. Today na lang daw. Can't wait to see her again after weeks. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss my barkada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wasn't able to join them Last Saturday. I wasn't allowed to. Maybe because I had been going out that week often without their consent. Haha! Hoping they'll allow me this week. This week is&lt;strong&gt; THE ONLY FREE TIME LEFT FOR ME.&lt;/strong&gt; Starting next week, I'll train na for the compe. Buti na lang na-move next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to Starbucks Libis with my Tita Vicky, Tito Arch and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shatteredprincess.blogspot.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;. Sam treated me Mocha Frappe. Ano kaya nakain nun? Haha! Joke. She said she'll treat me na lang kasi marami na siyang utang sa akin. Yeah right! Kidding. Sam and I stayed inside Starbucks while Tita Vicky and Tito Arch stayed outside. Laugh Trip. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home at about 11, I think. I watched T.V and talked to my brother and Tito Arch. I was really bored last night when I got home. Good thing some people were still up and I texted them. I was really out of my self. Haha! I kept laughing without any reason. Tito Arch and &lt;a href="http://takeittothefloor.blogspot.com"&gt;Gabo&lt;/a&gt;, once again started their &lt;strong&gt;FART&lt;/strong&gt;y. The room smelled awful and disgusting. Buti na lang, it didn't take them long to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natulugan ko nanaman yung mga katext ko last night. I always fall asleep and I'm not able to say goodnight to them. Haha! Tim called me twice and buti na lang, hindi ako nagising. Haha! Mangunulit at mangaasar lang naman yun. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i woke up and realized that I forgot to turn off my disc man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111595350756374594?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111595350756374594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111595350756374594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111595350756374594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111595350756374594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/champ-was-singing-to-me-last-night.html' title='Champ was singing to me last night.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111595181699745318</id><published>2005-05-13T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:48:52.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taste in Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8ebff"&gt;90's Alternative: High Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8ebff"&gt;Adult Alternative: High Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;90's Pop: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ade0ff"&gt;R&amp;B: Medium Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;90's R&amp;amp;B: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Alternative Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Classic Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Punk: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111595181699745318?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111595181699745318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111595181699745318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111595181699745318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111595181699745318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111586207738267415</id><published>2005-05-12T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:53:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun still shines. Summer is nearly over.</title><content type='html'>Summer is nearly over. And I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it. I'm not yet having fun. Well, atleast for these past few days that I've been going out. Our training yesterday was postponed. We were in hurry pa naman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking of how ironic the world can get. I've seen couple of things and reasons why I'm saying that this planet is really IRONIC. I'll post all of those some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt; : haha. RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, I slept PRETTY early last night. Didn't even finish watching CSI Las Vegas. But at about 1, I woke up because my phone was ringing and saw Tim's face flashing. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;I got irritated. Badtrip. He did something &lt;strong&gt;wrong. WRONG.&lt;/strong&gt; But it's ok. I'm used to Tim. He has been like that. Anyway, I might go out later. I don't know where. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111586207738267415?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111586207738267415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111586207738267415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111586207738267415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111586207738267415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/sun-still-shines-summer-is-nearly-over.html' title='the sun still shines. Summer is nearly over.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111571448314129626</id><published>2005-05-10T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:49:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang iniiiiiit.</title><content type='html'>ang init. nakakbadtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went to subic or should i say, ocean adventure. yay! haha! nakakita akong dolphins and whales, man, they're so amazing. smart animals. i just want to swim with them, it's like you don't have any worries and you're free. they're so smaarrtt. i want to have a dolphin. hahaha! they're really friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposedly going to pay for that "encounter with the whales" but i don't know why we didn't. haha! it was fun, spending it with some of the marquez family members though we &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS see each other&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just arrived from laguna. mehn, ang nigger ko na. haha! kidding. nag-swimming kami sa sobrang init na tubig, hindi na lang dapat ako nag-swim kasi mas okay pa yung feeling kapag hindi. haha! sobraaaaaaaaaanggggggggg innnnnnittttt talaga. but, again, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate ice monster. &lt;strong&gt;MANGO SPLIT&lt;/strong&gt;. yay! it is really good. you should try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat puerto azul kami e, but mom told me it's already late and we were there (in that hot pool destination. haha!). badtrip. ok lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start na naman ng training tomorrow. ano baaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, can you leave a comment or tag on my tag board. please guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i won't worry my life awayyyy. &lt;br /&gt;       -you can turn off the sun by i'm still gonna shine.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111571448314129626?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111571448314129626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111571448314129626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111571448314129626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111571448314129626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/ang-iniiiiiit.html' title='ang iniiiiiit.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111560265234765417</id><published>2005-05-09T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:37:32.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMENT. COMMENT.</title><content type='html'>Mag-comment naman kayo. Or tag man lang. Hahaha. Pleaseeeee? I'm pleading you. Wow. Desperate Kid. Haha! Thank You. Tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111560265234765417?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111560265234765417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111560265234765417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111560265234765417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111560265234765417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/comment-comment.html' title='COMMENT. COMMENT.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111560235988069399</id><published>2005-05-09T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:33:25.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candyland appears each time you smile.</title><content type='html'>Do you know that song? Haha! I just find that line so mushy. Haha! Mushy? Huh? Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted for 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we celebrated Mother's day in Sushi-Ya. Hahaha! By the way, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I had a blast yesterday. I was just so happy spending time with my family. We were all complete. These days kasi laging umaalis brothers ko. So, It was just so memorable. Haha! We gave Mom slippers from Nike. And Dad gave treated her to Sushi-Ya. Mom liked it. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE FOR ME IS BEING SO BORRRRRRIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Ocean Adventure later. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111560235988069399?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111560235988069399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111560235988069399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111560235988069399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111560235988069399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/candyland-appears-each-time-you-smile.html' title='candyland appears each time you smile.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111536811493924590</id><published>2005-05-06T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T17:53:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just your middle child and I've been screaming inside.</title><content type='html'>Been singing that song over and over. I just want to memorize it. Haha! So, haven't blogged for days. I've been busy doing layouts for me and my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got Hale's ALBUM. Lahat ata ng stores na napasukan ko yesterday out of stock na, and the one I bought was the last CD. I'm really really really really happy to be owning one. All of the songs are great. Simply like that. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE TO BUY ONE.&lt;/strong&gt; I tell you. Hindi kayo magsisisi. 250 bucks is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I played cards, specifically pusoy dos and tong its, with my brother, his friend and my uncle. Hahaha! I lost. Eh, may bayad pa naman. I didn't even win. Wala tuloy akong money. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and the following weeks will be hell week for me. I'm going to start my training for the competition on the last week of May. I hope I win. Kahit isa lang. Hahaha! Well, I am nervous, big time. I might quit. But karlo told me not too. Haha! Hindi naman ako quitter e. Hindi talaga. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everday kong kachat si kat. Wala lang. Haha! Siya lang kasi laging online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat!&lt;/strong&gt; Gawa na layout mo. Change it na lang if you want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay. Before I forget. Katext ko si Nikki kagabi. Waah. She told me she'll bring me to one of Hale's gig. Aaaaaaaaaah.. I am so excited. She told me pa na she can't bring me to big gigs kasi hindi daw mapapansin masyado, pero kung small gigs lang "masosolo" namin sila. MASOSOLO. Waaawww.. Does that mean makakasama ko si Champ and the rest? Whooooo! Haha! Wala lang, ang saya lang. Napasmile ako nun! Shoot. Sayaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Sana matuloy. Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, Ang gulo ng entry ko. Skip ng skip. Haha! All the things I want to post are jumbled up on my mind. What is that? Hahahaha! I'm so high. Bakit kaya? Ewan ko din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need cash. I need cash. I need money. Moneyyyyyyyy. I lost my 2 thou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senseless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111536811493924590?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111536811493924590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111536811493924590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111536811493924590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111536811493924590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-just-your-middle-child-and-ive-been.html' title='I&apos;m just your middle child and I&apos;ve been screaming inside.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111499392867084764</id><published>2005-05-02T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T08:39:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One by one they're drifting away.</title><content type='html'>For these past few days, I can't think of anything but reasons why I am going through this wretched life. The bad thing is, I can't find any.&lt;br /&gt;My friends seems to drift away from me. It's not that I did something wrong or they did something wrong. It's just the feeling that I'm losing them one by one. Well, I lost 2 of my friends (they're not dead.) And what makes me more down in the dumps? Jamie's leaving. One of my bestfriends. She's one of the few people I've shared the most deepest secrets with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've been so unhappy, &lt;strong&gt;there are still reasons why I smile once in a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111499392867084764?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111499392867084764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111499392867084764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111499392867084764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111499392867084764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-by-one-theyre-drifting-away.html' title='One by one they&apos;re drifting away.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111473828412090230</id><published>2005-04-29T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:31:24.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You love me but you don't know who I am.</title><content type='html'>Yay! New Layout. :D Haffeee. &lt;strong&gt;My body aches&lt;/strong&gt;. Shit. &lt;em&gt;Walang tigil na swimming.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;May compe pa&lt;/em&gt;. Bullshyet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111473828412090230?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111473828412090230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111473828412090230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111473828412090230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111473828412090230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-love-me-but-you-dont-know-who-i-am.html' title='You love me but you don&apos;t know who I am.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111447650811017224</id><published>2005-04-26T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T09:18:18.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..why am I the only one standing stranded on the same ground.</title><content type='html'>Feeling ko yung line na yan meaning e, "IWANAN SA ERE". Wala ako-tayong magagawa, may mga mga tao talagang ganun. Ewan ko ba, siguro, &lt;em&gt;"human nature"&lt;/em&gt; na yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kausap/ Katext ko si Ciello at sa Soph for these past few days. Ilang beses ko nabasa at narinig yung tanong na: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bakit ba kasi ganun ang guys? Dapat wala nalang sila e."&lt;/strong&gt; At ako naman, nagpapakabait towards guys e sabi ko: "Eh, kung walang guys sa mundo, anong mangyayari satin?". Yihiii. Mukhang kampi ako sa mga boys, pero hindi. Ulul! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;Pero come to think of it, it is true. If there's no guys around, walang "Aaaah, Si *toot*!" O kaya mga i love you i love you at lalo na wala ng &lt;em&gt;Kilig Moments &lt;/em&gt;para satin. Yuck, ang jologs. &lt;em&gt;Kilig moment&lt;/em&gt;. Putek. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik sa pag iiwan ng guys sa mga girls. Or nagpapaasa. Or nagpaparamdam kahit may GF na. Or ginagago/pinagtritripan ka lang. Bakit ganun? &lt;strong&gt;Parang girls na lang lagi nasasaktan.&lt;/strong&gt; This is my opinion. Not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men are our enemies but still we love them.&lt;/strong&gt; Oo nga no, enemy na nga natin,  mahal mo pa rin. Dito siguro nag-aapply yung mga sinasabi ni Jesus na we should still love our enemies. Hmm.. Wow connected ang mga bagay. Kung sa kabaaitan ibebase, girls ang "pinaka-martyr". &lt;strong&gt;'Cause we always take the blame, the sufferings and the pain.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry if you don't agree with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received a lot of quotes lately, and man, sobrang nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Minahal ko siya kahit mali, inantay kahit sobrang tagal, nagbigay kahit ubos na, nagparaya kahit sobra na. Lahat ginawa ko, kulang pa rin ba yun sa kanya para mahalin niya ako? O sapat na para iwan ko siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, bakit ba kasi ganun? Putek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If all else fail, would you be there, to love me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111447650811017224?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111447650811017224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111447650811017224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111447650811017224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111447650811017224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-am-i-only-one-standing-stranded-on.html' title='..why am I the only one standing stranded on the same ground.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111396004848602710</id><published>2005-04-20T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:20:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helena Video.Kick Ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mychemicalromance.com"&gt;Helena Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it. :P KICK ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111396004848602710?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111396004848602710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111396004848602710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111396004848602710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111396004848602710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/helena-videokick-ass.html' title='Helena Video.Kick Ass.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111370168509151608</id><published>2005-04-17T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T10:36:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey.</title><content type='html'>1.)Using song titles, spell out your name:&lt;br /&gt;a- Anti-gravity -Incubus&lt;br /&gt;b- Blood on the Ground -Incubus&lt;br /&gt;b- Buffalo Soldier -Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;i- I miss you - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;e- Echo- Incubus&lt;br /&gt; 2) Have you ever had a song written about you?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3) What song makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Cupid. Haha. Reminds me of someone. Or songs by BoysIImen. Basta songs na nasa CD na binigay niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4) What song makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Broken Sonnet though it's a sad song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5) What do you like to listen to before bed&lt;br /&gt;CD compilation or Wave 89.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6) How did Kurt Cobain's death affect you?&lt;br /&gt;I was still a Kid that time. Badtrip? 'Cause wala ng Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7) How many CD's do you own?&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8) How many CD clubs do you belong to?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9) What is the most embarassing song in your&lt;br /&gt; playlist?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry wala. Hahah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10) Do you still listen to it?&lt;br /&gt; :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11) What CD did you buy because you only like&lt;br /&gt; one song and begin to like the whole CD?&lt;br /&gt;Spongecola? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12) What CD did you buy that was a total waste&lt;br /&gt;of money?&lt;br /&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13) How old were you when you first started&lt;br /&gt;getting into music?&lt;br /&gt; When I was 2? I was exposed to Disney Songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14) Can you play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt; Guitar, Bass, Piano, A little of drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15) What song(s) do you always get stuck in&lt;br /&gt;your head?&lt;br /&gt;Broken Sonnet. Haaaaaa! Champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16) What song can you just not stand?&lt;br /&gt;Yung mga kantang gross. Haha. Novelty Songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17) What group should be banned from the music&lt;br /&gt;scene?&lt;br /&gt;Mini-Bodies, Viva Hot Babes, Masculados at lahat ng mga groups na ganyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18) Whose music do you listen to that no one&lt;br /&gt;else seems to like?&lt;br /&gt;Beatles? Maybe because most people I know doesn't enjoy old school music.&lt;br /&gt; 19) What got you hooked on your all-time favorite&lt;br /&gt; group?&lt;br /&gt;It's vocalist, Brandon Boyd, his voice and Mike Einziger. It's also how they write their songs. Kick Ass!&lt;br /&gt; 20) When was the last time you bought a&lt;br /&gt; cassette?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Last year. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21) Rock/Pop:&lt;br /&gt;More on Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 22) Rap/r&amp;b&lt;br /&gt; RNB. rap sucks, its a disgrace to the music industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 23) Guitar/Piano:&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 24) Video/Audio:&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 25) CD/Cassette:&lt;br /&gt; CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 26) Sing Along/Listen:&lt;br /&gt; Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 27) Acoustic/Electric:&lt;br /&gt; Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28) Do you ever buy CDs for the cover &amp; the&lt;br /&gt;curiosity of the design on the CD itself?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 29) Do you focus more on the beat or the lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;More on the lyrics. Listening to the song's meaning.&lt;br /&gt; 30) Do you listen to music you can relate to or&lt;br /&gt;just whatever sounds good?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOREDOM. Arrrrggggh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111370168509151608?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111370168509151608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111370168509151608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111370168509151608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111370168509151608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/survey.html' title='Survey.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111363051731767222</id><published>2005-04-16T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T14:36:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT. SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT.</title><content type='html'>.. Damn, that song rocks! &lt;em&gt;Parang ka voice niya yung sa &lt;/em&gt;Yellowcard and &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; Jars of Clay. &lt;em&gt;Galing&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Ganda pa ng&lt;/em&gt; meaning nung &lt;em&gt;song and the tone&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;EMO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;talaga&lt;/em&gt; the best.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;came a time when every &lt;strong&gt;star falls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brought you to tears again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are the very hurt&lt;/strong&gt; you sold&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's the worst you take&lt;br /&gt;from every heart you break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like the blade you stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i've been holding on tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just an excerpt from the song. By the way, &lt;strong&gt;Helena &lt;/strong&gt;yung title nung song by &lt;em&gt;My Chemical Romance. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized a lot of things lately. And I was supposedly going to post all of it the other day but again, katamaran took over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*How small the world can get. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For certain reasons. Like mine, i just knew that my friend is the bestfriend of the girlfriend of this certain guy. Whew, long explanation. I almost slipped. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*How lucky I am to still be breathing. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I am dead but to what has been happening to me, I'm still very enamored with life. I still have my family and friends. Though they might not be there when I need them but still they still have faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*That time really runs fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like just sleeping for hours or going to a place then going back there again. Memories just keeps time so alive. It brings me back to what I've been and what I've been doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*That my family is athletic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched my cousins and my little sister swim, I've realized that we are a family of athletes. May it be in swimming, or soccer, badminton or tennis, golf or bowling. WOW, and yes, I am very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*That God still loves me and my family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been going through craps and scratches right now and yet my family's still standing. I still have them and they still have me. We're still strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*That Friendster now sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster lost its spark. Unlike before where it is really exciting to check out your account. But now, it reverses. Friendster sucks. Unknown people message you and insults you. *click report user and tadaahh. YOU'RE GONE.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*That there are a lot of SHALLOW, CRAPPY, &lt;em&gt;"MAYABANG", "FEELING" &lt;/em&gt;individuals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of people who thinks highly of themselves. They feel they're perfect and all that. Those kinds of people are simply shits. Wow, I'm inventing words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*That LOVE comes at the right time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*That patience can bring you a lot of things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am impatient oftentimes. But having patience can give me the things I badly need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That no one beats "The Pacifier" and Max Theiriot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the Best Movies I've ever seen. Second is Guess Who, starring Ashton Kutcher. THE PACIFIER IS A MUST SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and LASTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I LOVE LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111363051731767222?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111363051731767222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111363051731767222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111363051731767222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111363051731767222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/whats-worst-that-i-can-say-things-are.html' title='What&apos;s the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT. SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111328466836217136</id><published>2005-04-12T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:44:28.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got it bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;WALA talaga akong maisip na title sa post ko. Kasi senseless slash useless din 'tong post na to kasi wala lang. Sobrang boring. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, My senses came to see the Bi-sexual world. Ok, you might be thinking na, I'm a lesbian, Ewww, No way. &lt;strong&gt;I'M NOT.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Dahil kay Franzis nalaman ko ang mga "hidden secrets" ng mga tao lalo na sa mga guys na hindi ko inaakalang ganun.&lt;/em&gt; For them &lt;em&gt;pala&lt;/em&gt;, it's normal. I mean for the 'bi' people. &lt;em&gt;Buti pa nga si Franzis may Love life e.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'So many guys, so little time'.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! That's not my Motto. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*This is really the real world. We have to face it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111328466836217136?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111328466836217136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111328466836217136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111328466836217136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111328466836217136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-got-it-bad.html' title='You got it bad.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111319935354605517</id><published>2005-04-11T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T14:02:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh mehn, USED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Haii. I'm tired.Got home from school, hindi dahil sa summer class, OK? pero &lt;br /&gt;para bantayan ang sister ko. Dang! I woke up really early compared to these past &lt;br /&gt;few days because that. Mom told me her class will start at 8:30 but then when we &lt;br /&gt;got there, her class starts at 10. 2 and a half hour to wait. So, my sister and &lt;br /&gt;I just went to the swimming pool to watch those who enrolled. Until&amp;nbsp; mom &lt;br /&gt;arrived to check out my sister. Haii. Don't want to talk about that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I FEEL LIKE I'm being used. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grounds&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, he calls me when he's not talking to his GF. &lt;i&gt;Tapos,&lt;/i&gt; I don't know &lt;br /&gt;and I'm not sure but &lt;i&gt;nagpaparamdam siya, ata. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I HATE LOVE. Hehe. I &lt;br /&gt;might be eating my words. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Why do I fall easily? Anyone willing to answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;KANINA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;nakikinig ako sa discman ko ng CD ng E-heads. Siyet. &lt;br /&gt;Ang galing talaga nila. &lt;/i&gt;They're just music Gods. &lt;i&gt;Bakit kailangan pa &lt;br /&gt;nilang ma disband. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(I know the reason. Hahah!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;No one &lt;br /&gt;beats Eraserheads. They used to go to our house. :( Waaaaah.&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;SANA MAGBALIK ANG E-HEADS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111319935354605517?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111319935354605517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111319935354605517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111319935354605517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111319935354605517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-mehn-used.html' title='Oh mehn, USED.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111319694422210037</id><published>2005-04-11T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:52:38.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday..</title><content type='html'>I should've posted this yesterday, but I didn't. Hahaha! :P&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday my family together with &lt;a href="http://shatteredprincess.blogspot.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;, Ron and James watched different movies in Rob. We saw Sher there with her Mom and brother and they're going to watch the Pacifier, too. So, &lt;a href="http://makeurself.blogspot.com"&gt;Sher&lt;/a&gt; just went with us. My parents and my little sister, Adette watched Spongebob the Movie, My Kuya, Gabo, Ron and James watched Sahara while Sam and I watched The Pacifier. At first, Sam didn't want to watch that movie, naasar pa nga ata e, good thing she listened to me. Or else, You won't come across MAX THERIOT &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/appie04/Coolness/mt_catch_kid36.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  . Weh, Come across daw o! HAHA! Such a hottie, right Sam and Sher? &lt;br /&gt;*I'll post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111319694422210037?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111319694422210037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111319694422210037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111319694422210037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111319694422210037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday..'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111284230357703991</id><published>2005-04-07T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T11:03:03.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tralalala.</title><content type='html'>I know I'm not inlove. I'm proud not to be one of them. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's amazing &lt;strong&gt;how easily you'll fall in love with someone who simply smiles, talks and stares at you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;only hard thing&lt;/strong&gt; to do is to &lt;em&gt;make that person fall for you too&lt;/em&gt;.."&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This quote is simply the what people always say "&lt;em&gt;patama&lt;/em&gt;". A lot of people go through that simple routine when it comes to love. It's either you :&lt;br /&gt;1) Both "click" slash make that person fall for you too&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2) Be one of those people who still up to now &lt;em&gt;clings&lt;/em&gt; on that thin string of hope until the one they love falls for them. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;What's with love anyway?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loving &lt;i&gt;hurts&lt;/i&gt; you and yet teaches you tons of things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loving is a &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;blissful feeling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; but still &lt;strike&gt;&lt;samp&gt;breaks&lt;/samp&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; you into pieces. It makes you strong in any way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOVE IS &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;full of twists and turns&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111284230357703991?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111284230357703991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111284230357703991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111284230357703991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111284230357703991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/tralalala.html' title='Tralalala.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111259218597221651</id><published>2005-04-04T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:31:05.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamnt of rainbows.</title><content type='html'>My dream was really weird but a happy one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do dreams come true?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;*him&lt;/span&gt;- the past. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I was with this guy, a hot guy, Hahaha! and he was really sweet. I don't knowwwww. Then it shifted to this scene were 'him' was sleeping and was trying to wake him up. Why do I have to dream about him? That made me think while I was in my room. Going back, the next 'oh-so-happy-scenario' happened in a very bright sky and the sun shining, &lt;em&gt;a very pleasant and perfect day that I know I can only see in my dreams&lt;/em&gt;. I was in the car and it was directing towards the rainbow. &lt;em&gt;The rainbow was just so perfect and it was endless&lt;/em&gt;. I asked one person I was with in the car, I don't know who he/she is for the digital camera but I ended up taking the rainbow's picture with my phone. It was really nice. &lt;strong&gt;I woke up smiling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this day, Tito Len, Tita Vicky, Tita Trec, Nina Jie, Sam and I went to Makati then to Greenhills. It was fun, I had time to spend with my Ninang Jie. I haven't met her for years. She went here last Saturday and it was really suprising. We ate at YellowCab and I saw an annoying girl, really annoying. &lt;em&gt;Akala mo kung makatingin. Yabang, sobraaaaaa.&lt;/em&gt; I also saw familiar faces, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenhills was too crowded. &lt;em&gt;Hindi ka makakabili ng maayos kasi&lt;/em&gt; people are pushing you forward. Badtreef.&lt;br /&gt;I browsed through &lt;a href="www.cheddar.tk"&gt;Cheddar&lt;/a&gt;'s blog then one of her posts was really funny, specifically the picture. Hahaha! Oh shit, I'm still laughing, Cheddar. &lt;em&gt;Bruha ka!&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Cheddar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/appie04/Coolness/slottest.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111259218597221651?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111259218597221651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111259218597221651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111259218597221651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111259218597221651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dreamnt-of-rainbows.html' title='I dreamnt of rainbows.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111249557656009790</id><published>2005-04-03T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T10:32:56.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pope John Paul II is such a holy man. Everyone grieves for his lost.</title><content type='html'>The Pope is now dead. Every catholic grieves for his lost. It's like losing a man who represents Jesus and who is very holy. I can't say a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111249557656009790?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111249557656009790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111249557656009790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111249557656009790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111249557656009790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/pope-john-paul-ii-is-such-holy-man.html' title='Pope John Paul II is such a holy man. Everyone grieves for his lost.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111249478243736819</id><published>2005-04-03T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T10:19:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 sign you know you're inlove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;THESE ARE THE TOP TEN SIGNSTHAT YOU ARE INLOVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Time is an eternity&lt;strong&gt; when you're without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time stops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when you're with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;em&gt;thought of them&lt;strong&gt; makes you shiver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;em&gt;sound of them &lt;strong&gt;makes you smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; When &lt;em&gt;seeing them&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;can't see anything else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; You &lt;em&gt;start to &lt;strong&gt;listen to happy love songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; You actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy happy love songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;em&gt;smell of them &lt;strong&gt;makes you see fireworks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; You&lt;em&gt; find yourself &lt;strong&gt;smiling constantly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd do anything, even die, for them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This tells me that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M NOT INLOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111249478243736819?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111249478243736819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111249478243736819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111249478243736819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111249478243736819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/10-sign-you-know-youre-inlove.html' title='10 sign you know you&apos;re inlove.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111240670168016948</id><published>2005-04-02T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T09:51:41.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS THE DAY. PRAY FOR THE POPE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;THIS IS THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PRAY FOR ME&lt;/span&gt; THAT I MAY DO WELL LATER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Also,  &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pray for the Pope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;he's dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111240670168016948?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111240670168016948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111240670168016948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111240670168016948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111240670168016948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-day-pray-for-pope.html' title='THIS IS THE DAY. PRAY FOR THE POPE.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111240653341816244</id><published>2005-04-02T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T09:48:53.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS THE DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for the pope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He's dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&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/9356240-111240653341816244?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111240653341816244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111240653341816244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111240653341816244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111240653341816244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-day.html' title='This is the DAY.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111234165761930188</id><published>2005-04-01T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T15:47:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darrrrrrrrrrn Shiiiiiit.</title><content type='html'>I went to Jamie's house a while ago to get her Dad's Bass Guitar. Darn,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sira naman ata amp ng DAD KO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. He's not home pa naman. How am I going to practice? Shit. I borrowed it na nga so that I can practice pero wala din. Badtriiiiiiiip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111234165761930188?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111234165761930188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111234165761930188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111234165761930188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111234165761930188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/03/darrrrrrrrrrn-shiiiiiit.html' title='Darrrrrrrrrrn Shiiiiiit.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111232249717672482</id><published>2005-04-01T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T10:28:17.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety can also kill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 day to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I'll be going &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on stage&lt;/span&gt; to perform. Man, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;this feeling kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's not just because I'll be facing a crowd, but I don't have enough practice. How am I going to do tomorrow? Baka pumalpak pa ko. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bass guitar, anyone willing to lend me? PLEASE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just for today and tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is supposedly a practice today at Abello's house, Mesoforte's drummer, My kuya's friend, Guthrie, Cheska's boyfriend's band, blah blah, enough. But it didn't push through. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I NEED PRACTICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It'll be our first performance and hoping it'll be downright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Butterflies in my tummy.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nako talaga, ayoko na magplay&lt;/em&gt;. I'm scared. I might pluck the wrong string or the gadgets might not work. Putek, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate being so pessimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;kaya wala akong napapala e. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;`I CAN' right, guys? I should&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; ALWAYS start my verdict with&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I CAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TALK TO ME. Give me some 'pep talk'. Weh Abbie. Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;SHIT, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;. She's my savior. DAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRN.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; I LOVE YOUUUUUUU.&lt;/span&gt; Bassssssssssss! Come on, &lt;em&gt;pakita ka na&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha! &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O.A ka talaga, Isabelle&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Mamatay ka&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;Kahit papano nawala ang isang&lt;/em&gt; thorn &lt;em&gt;sa aking&lt;/em&gt; heart. YAKKKKK! &lt;em&gt;JOLOGS KA&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mind's filled with gladness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Isa kang malaking WEH, Isabelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111232249717672482?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111232249717672482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111232249717672482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111232249717672482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111232249717672482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/03/anxiety-can-also-kill.html' title='Anxiety can also kill.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111225724269711346</id><published>2005-03-31T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T16:20:42.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Practice. Boredom. Adventure with Gingi and Sam.</title><content type='html'>Wasn't able to blog for four days. I've been going out lately. That's a good thing. It's summer naman and it's a good way to spend time than facing the computer for hours and getting &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tons of sermons&lt;/span&gt; from my parents and my brothers or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;talking with boredom&lt;/span&gt;. I can't remember what happened last Monday-Thursday besides going to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;band practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;April 2&lt;/span&gt;. Man, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm nervous&lt;/span&gt;. It's not just because of the crowd that'll be watching, it's also because &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm not really that comfortable with the instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'll be playing. Switch: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Guitars to Bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ok, so what's the BIG difference anyway? I enjoy playing the guitar more than that instrument and it was very sudden. Well, I just have to &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ENJOY WHAT I'M DOING&lt;/span&gt; and rock with it. Hoping our practices will be lucrative. I also went to the mall again with &lt;a href="http://shatteredprincess.blogspot.com"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;, Onion, Ciello and Vien. Ciello and Vien took a ride while Onion, Sam and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It wasn't that far though but it was really scary. We went inside the mall. *HAHA!* and saw someoneeeee, right Sam? Hahaha! In your face! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I went there to change the CD I bought and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just want to slap that woman who I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She was really annoying. Even Sam rolled eyes on her. BFC talaga, Yuck. We went home commuting. At muntik na kaming maligaw. Galing kasi ni Gingi e. Nagtipid kami at hindi kami nag tricycle papuntang house e, medyo malayo pa yun. So no choice, we walked. It was really tiring and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS ANOTHER ADVENTURE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111225724269711346?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111225724269711346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111225724269711346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111225724269711346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111225724269711346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/03/band-practice-boredom-adventure-with.html' title='Band Practice. Boredom. Adventure with Gingi and Sam.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111199177525933331</id><published>2005-03-28T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T14:43:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed contemplations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;REALLY DON'T KNOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; what's happening to me. I've been so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3300"&gt;moody&lt;/font&gt; these past few days. Maybe I've&lt;font color="#FFFF00"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;realized &lt;/font&gt;so many things that I just keep to myself. I just have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#C0C0C0"&gt;face reality&lt;/font&gt;. I've been &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;pretending&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;not to see it because I don't want &lt;br /&gt;to get &lt;font size="4" color="#FF3300"&gt;miffed. &lt;/font&gt;I hate life but there are &lt;br /&gt;so many things that makes me change my outlook of my existence. They gave me the &lt;br /&gt;outlook that &lt;font color="#0000CC"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I still am very fond of &lt;br /&gt;life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/font&gt; though it gives me so much &lt;font color="#0000CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pressure and suffering.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just read &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mills_vogon"&gt;CAMILLA'S&lt;/a&gt; blog. &lt;br /&gt;Darn, my eyes were filled with tears. Good thing I was able to control it from &lt;br /&gt;falling.. Ngayon lang nag-sink in sa akin na &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW CLASSMATES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; nanaman next year. Just like what she said, section 1 &lt;br /&gt;is the only section that made my whole year so &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exceptional.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0066"&gt;DAHIL sa sobrang pasasalamat sa Section 1.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam ano sasabihin ko. Hahaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Section 1 made my highschool life so worth while. They've changed me to &lt;br /&gt;someone better. They've helped me change my whole personality and one of the &lt;br /&gt;reasons why &lt;font size="4" color="#0000CC"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#808080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#FF3300"&gt;AM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#808080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#FFFF00"&gt;STILL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#808080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#008000"&gt;VERY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#808080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#FF00FF"&gt;FOND &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#CC0066"&gt;OF &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000066"&gt;LIFE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* just realized:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-PEOPLE are sooooooo &lt;font color="#FF00FF"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;-&lt;font color="#FF66FF"&gt;U&lt;/font&gt;-&lt;font color="#FF99FF"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;-&lt;font color="#FFCCFF"&gt;H&lt;/font&gt;-&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Y.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I MIGHT sound K.J and you might say that I'm saying this because I have &lt;br /&gt;no love soul now. But hell man. They tend to get over-sentimental.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Questions*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#9933FF"&gt;Why do they have to make Friendster &lt;br /&gt;Accounts?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It pisses me off. (Sorry to those people who made accounts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#CC99FF"&gt;just voicing out my opinion&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sige na nga,&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#6666FF"&gt; I WILL MIND MY OWN BUSINESS. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BADTRIP talaga mga tao. Why do they have to mind other people's problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#C0C0C0" size="4"&gt;Better shut-up if you're not included in this &lt;br /&gt;whole dilemma&lt;/font&gt;. You don't even know the grounds of this problem.&lt;font color="#660066"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;GET OUT OF HERE .!?*^@&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whew, letting out of my feelings feels great.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ay, hindi ko pa pala napopost yung nagyari yesterday afternoon. As I said, we &lt;br /&gt;had our Egg Hunt in our Compound and P110 was all I got. Yes ladies and gents, &lt;br /&gt;110 pesos that consists of a &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;50&lt;/font&gt; peso bill, and six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#996633"&gt;10&lt;/font&gt; peso bills. But that was OK. Nakakuha ako ng &lt;br /&gt;cash. Hahaha! Adette got P300, she got the two eggs that contained the P100.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night, my family together with Sam, except for my kuya went to the mall &lt;br /&gt;to supposedly watch 'The Ice Princess' but when we got there, it's not yet &lt;br /&gt;showing and no posters yet. Dammit! It said it was open to all theatres world &lt;br /&gt;wide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#C0C0C0"&gt;That's about it though&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#C0C0C0"&gt;*ciao!*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111199177525933331?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111199177525933331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111199177525933331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111199177525933331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111199177525933331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/03/mixed-contemplations_27.html' title='Mixed contemplations.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111197737726601128</id><published>2005-03-28T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T10:36:17.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Cheddar.</title><content type='html'>Cheddar! Hahah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111197737726601128?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111197737726601128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111197737726601128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111197737726601128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111197737726601128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/03/hi-cheddar.html' title='Hi Cheddar.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111189001582242201</id><published>2005-03-27T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T10:20:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sundayyyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Woke up pretty early compared to these past few days. My mom woke me up. &lt;br /&gt;Darn. But its OK. It's &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9900" size="5"&gt;Easter Sunday &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;today, Yehey. Hail to JESUS. He's alive once again. Later we'll have the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFF00"&gt;egg hunting.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF99FF"&gt;PERA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; nanaman to. Hahaha! Anyway, last night &lt;br /&gt;my family ate Shakey's. hahah! And man, was I full. Jay, my kuya's friend and I &lt;br /&gt;drew a cartoon. Haha! If I have the time to scan our drawings, I'll post it &lt;br /&gt;here. Haha! Well, that's about it. I have something to do pa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Ciao!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111189001582242201?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111189001582242201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111189001582242201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111189001582242201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111189001582242201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-sundayyyy.html' title='Easter Sundayyyy!'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111182632131331642</id><published>2005-03-26T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:38:41.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Guy, is there such thing *haha! in this world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;No guy is perfect&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;POEM&lt;/font&gt; PROVED ME THAT. So, to all of you who still &lt;br /&gt;waits for that &amp;quot;perfect guy&amp;quot;, you better read this. Btw, Jamie sent me this, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0066"&gt;MISS YOU JEME! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 252; height: 784"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: windowtext 2.25pt solid; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 1pt; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="ReplyForwardToFromDate" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0in; margin-left:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font size="4"&gt;The PERFECT MAN&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" ns="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"?&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 14pt; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;The &lt;br /&gt;  perfect man is gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Never cruel or mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;He &lt;br /&gt;  has a beautiful smile and keeps his face so clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The perfect man likes children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;And will &lt;br /&gt;  raise them by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;He &lt;br /&gt;  will be a good father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;As &lt;br /&gt;  well as a good husband to his bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;The &lt;br /&gt;  perfect man loves cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cleaning and vacuuming too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He’ll do anything in his power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;To &lt;br /&gt;  convey his feelings of love on to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The perfect man is sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Writing poetry from your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He’s a best friend to your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And kisses away your pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He never has made you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Or batter you in any way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="display: none; font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; layout-grid-mode: line"&gt;To &lt;br /&gt;  hell with this endless poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0.25in; margin-right:0in; margin-top:0in; margin-bottom:0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 14pt; layout-grid-mode: line; text-decoration: overline underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;THE PERFECT MAN IS GAY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Change your perception of a perfect guy. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#800080"&gt;Everyone has his or her own imperfections and &lt;br /&gt;defects.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#00FFFF"&gt;Perfect guys belongs to our &lt;br /&gt;dreams.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111182632131331642?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111182632131331642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111182632131331642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111182632131331642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111182632131331642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/03/perfect-guy-is-there-such-thing-haha_26.html' title='Perfect Guy, is there such thing *haha! in this world?'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111182459179324205</id><published>2005-03-26T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:09:51.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is how it feels..</title><content type='html'>Being tired for 2 days ain't a good thing. So, this is how someone who works 24/7 everytime he/she doesn't do a thing. Daaarrrn. It'll be ok, I'm going to do a lot again tomorrow and next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAT SORRY!&lt;font color="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being tired for 2 days ain't a good thing. So, this is how someone who works 24/7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; everytime he/she doesn't do a thing. Daaarrrn. It'll be ok, I'm going to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFF00"&gt;do a lot again tomorrow and next week.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#FF0000"&gt;KAT SORRY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111182459179324205?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111182459179324205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111182459179324205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111182459179324205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111182459179324205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-this-is-how-it-feels.html' title='So this is how it feels..'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111182115967147225</id><published>2005-03-26T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T15:26:37.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maundy Thursday and Good Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here I go. Boredom is with me right now. I detest tediousness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hay nako, let me just tell you what happened last&lt;font color="#FF00FF"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFF00" size="4"&gt;Thursday: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We started the procession at about 6 and rove around Marikina and it ended at &lt;br /&gt;about 9. It was tiring. I can't say 'very tiring' because I know Friday will be &lt;br /&gt;longer. I was wearing my &lt;font size="4" color="#0099FF"&gt;c&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;h&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0099FF"&gt;u&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;c&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0099FF"&gt;k&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;and damn, I took it off. -- Here in my house. Not during the whole event. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! It really&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tortured&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;me LIKE &lt;br /&gt;hell. The Thursday procession was longer than I least expected it to be. I was &lt;br /&gt;used to a shorter procession every Thursday but NO, it was longer. There were a &lt;br /&gt;lot of adventures while my cousin and I were walking especially to Kuya Igi. &lt;br /&gt;Haha! Through the &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3300"&gt;candle-paper-holder-burning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and through that &amp;quot;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9900"&gt;Igi-naapakan-mo-yung-lumilayab-na-apoy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;by Tita Trec, and to that very special man who called Kuya Igi and winked at him &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;YOU&lt;/font&gt; changed his life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;NOW he's scared. Haha! Kidding Kuya Igi.) Nothing beats this very cute little &lt;br /&gt;boy who went infront of us and looked at our 'caro', whatever you call that, and &lt;br /&gt;said: &amp;quot;Ay, ito yung &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;GRASSHOPPER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;quot; Ang kyooot &lt;br /&gt;naman. Gabo and I laughed really hard and Ate Kats also told us she heard it, &lt;br /&gt;too. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFF00"&gt;Why laugh?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -- Ok, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;Ours wasn't the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;GRASSHOPPER,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it was the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#FF00FF"&gt;LAST SUPPER.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font color="#FF00FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;It was really unexpected and the fact that he even stopped infront of us. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Cool youngster. Enough about that, still walking, we saw different &lt;br /&gt;stores that has extraordinary names. Like &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#C0C0C0"&gt;&amp;quot;SHOEcolate.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kyoot. Hahaha! Immature kami. Haha! We took pictures of those names, I haven't &lt;br /&gt;uploaded it yet. I mean, Ate Kats . I guess, that's about all the Thursday &lt;br /&gt;experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFF00" size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We arrived pretty early in the church because they told my mama (my &lt;br /&gt;grandmother) that it will start at 5:30 but it started a little late than the &lt;br /&gt;said time. When we arrived there, some of the 'caro' are still being fixed so it &lt;br /&gt;sort of pissed my Mama. But it was Ok. We just went inside the church and saw &lt;br /&gt;some of my Mama's long time friends. Soon after, it started. I saw some&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#0099FF"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;familiar faces&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, let's say, faces I know that I'm not close to or I &lt;br /&gt;don't even talk to, or faces my friends talk about or, waaah, whatever. Sam and &lt;br /&gt;I was with Charm and we were like talking the whole time. Except when Sam &lt;br /&gt;suddenly said her tummy aches. Hahaha! I won't discuss that further 'cause if &lt;br /&gt;ever she see this, she'll be a &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9900"&gt;mad woman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Haha! Kidding. Again, we saw &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#660066"&gt;unusual names&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;Woo-tah&lt;/font&gt; (Water), I forgot the other one, it &lt;br /&gt;was really funny, err, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#C0C0C0"&gt;I'll use someone's name na lang,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it was like: &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;Gabo Goto's&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Hahaha! It &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should've been: Gabo's Goto&lt;/u&gt;. Hahaha! Bigla namang humirit 'tong si ate Kats, &lt;br /&gt;she said: &amp;quot;Baka pangalan niya talaga yung *blank* Goto. *TUG* tawa.. that took &lt;br /&gt;me some time to think. Hahaha! Whatever. As I said, Fridays are longer. And yes, &lt;br /&gt;it was. REALLY LONG. That instigated another sore feet. Haha! But it was OK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF9900" size="5"&gt;I did it all for JESUS. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#99CCFF"&gt;I DID IT ALL FOR JESUS. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I seldom talk to him. So, this is what I &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#99CCFF"&gt;offered&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111182115967147225?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111182115967147225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111182115967147225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111182115967147225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111182115967147225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/03/maundy-thursday-and-good-friday.html' title='Maundy Thursday and Good Friday.'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111181207395130230</id><published>2005-03-26T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T12:41:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy weeek. Are you Holy?</title><content type='html'>I keep on saying this line. Even using it as a quit message in iRC. I don't &lt;br /&gt;know why. It just popped out of my head. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, &lt;font size="4" color="#0000FF"&gt;I'm not holy&lt;/font&gt;. Daaaah. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't good this &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;holy week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I kept on shouting my brothers and &lt;br /&gt;even my little sister. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF00FF"&gt;My bad! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two straight days, I've been tired. We participated in the &lt;u&gt;'Prusisyon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;that resulted to a sore and aching feet. Haha! Sore feet? The heck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Something is wrong with sun [Yes guys,&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#FFFF00"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am a sun user&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. It's not &lt;font color="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jologs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;You get to text people &lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;&lt;u&gt;without costing a peso or 2.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the &lt;font size="5" color="#FFFF00"&gt;summer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;maybe because we had the start of our vacation &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;LATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Tsk, &lt;br /&gt;tsk. AA talaga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am really &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;jaded. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I got nothing to do here. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Baguio on Monday and be back on Wednesday. &lt;u&gt;Baguio, Here I &lt;br /&gt;come.&lt;/u&gt; I badly missed that place. I didn't even go there during the &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;Chris&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt;tmas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Vacation. I was used to it pa naman 'cause we've been celebrating &lt;br /&gt;Christmas in Baguio for 4 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#C0C0C0"&gt;**Later.**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9356240-111181207395130230?l=iamappie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/feeds/111181207395130230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9356240&amp;postID=111181207395130230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111181207395130230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9356240/posts/default/111181207395130230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamappie.blogspot.com/2005/03/holy-weeek-are-you-holy.html' title='Holy weeek. Are you Holy?'/><author><name>Abbie Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04508730014194418154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9356240.post-111173508396322228</id><published>2005-03-25T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T15:19:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what &gt;b&gt;Godwill answer me if I ever ask him &lt;b&gt;why do I have to go through this painful occurence every once in a while?&lt;/b&gt; I really hate when I go through this but its like I'm used to this feeling. Why do I have to fall for someone? Why do I have to be hurt? Lesson taught. I've been through this sentiment and it gave me vague answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me chance to talk to God, please. Just for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;If ever I grasp the opportunity of talking to him. I hope I'll have the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions to ask God:&lt;br /&gt;* Why is it so painful to love?&lt;br /&gt;* Are soul mates true?&lt;br /&gt;* Why do I have to feel hurt?&lt;br /&gt;* Is someone out there really for me? Is destiny true?&lt;br /&gt;* Is love really a feeling or just play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love really a feeling or just a kind of game for some people? Going through this, I've been thinking a little bizarre. Love makes you a fool. Love makes you stupid. Love makes you in high spirits. Love makes you undamaged. LOVE is a CONTRASTING FEELING. Yet, a lot of people want and ask for it. 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