<?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-7118378934143448525</id><updated>2012-03-05T03:05:34.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tintang itim</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-3361986462604502318</id><published>2012-03-05T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T03:05:34.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a complicated girlfriend</title><content type='html'>I’m not a complicated girlfriend. I don’t expect you to text me 24/7. I don’t expect you to call me everyday. I don’t expect you to put me in front of your boys. I don’t expect you to ditch all your girl best friends for me. I don’t expect you to surprise me with roses. I don’t expect you to buy me the world on my birthday. I don’t expect you to always agree with what I say. I don’t expect you to pay for everything. I don’t expect you to go out of your way and buy all the things that I mention I wanted. I don’t expect you to put me over your family. I don’t expect you to brag about me to all your friends. I don’t expect you to believe that I’m the best girlfriend on the whole world. I don’t expect you to stop checking out other girls. I don’t expect you to never mention a hot girl in front of me. I don’t expect you to already know what I want. I don’t expect you to never be mad at me. I just expect you to be trustworthy, to trust me, to never take me for granted like I won’t take you for granted, to always be real with me, to keep equality between us, and to love me. That’s all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-3361986462604502318?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3361986462604502318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2012/03/not-complicated-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3361986462604502318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3361986462604502318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2012/03/not-complicated-girlfriend.html' title='I&apos;m not a complicated girlfriend'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-3765273223116813157</id><published>2012-02-10T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T07:49:54.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for lasallian week</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy that our midterm exam's finally over. No mind bugging moments! Hindi ko sure kung pasado yung mga result ng exams ko pero sana hindi naman bumagsak sa mismong subject. :( Ngayong araw, wala kong maalala na may magandang nangyari sakin. Ang plain ng araw ko ngayon. Lalo akong naging malungkot nung hindi talaga ko pinayagan na sumama sa mga college friends ko na pupunta sa &lt;i&gt;star city&lt;/i&gt; bukas. I'm not into the fifty percent discount kasi valentines sa next next day, I'm up to the bonding and shared moments that will happen during our stay. Masyado kasi akong nag-expect na papayagan ako. Ang lungkot ko tuloy ngayong araw. Hindi ko ma-imagine kung ano yung ichura ko ngayon. Sana sa next time na pupunta sila sa kung saan, payagan na ko sumama. Ilang beses ko na tong hindi nakasama sa kanila. Feeling ko tuloy high school pa din ako. Sumobrang higpit naman. I'm still ready for &lt;u&gt;lasallian week&lt;/u&gt; hoping that something good will happen. I smell fun! Sana naman this lasallian week mag-enjoy na kami. Utang na loob naman sa mga professors na magtuturo pa din.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-3765273223116813157?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3765273223116813157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2012/02/ready-for-lasallian-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3765273223116813157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3765273223116813157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2012/02/ready-for-lasallian-week.html' title='Ready for lasallian week'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-7876005570100482179</id><published>2012-02-05T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T06:32:02.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 36 of 366</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2upwr5f.jpg" height="190"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/30938cx.jpg" height="190"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/33a6iaa.jpg" height="190"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula ng maging kami. Napapadalas na yung pag register ko sa unli ng globe. Lagi na kong may kasabay pumasok at kasabay umuwi. Lagi ng may nagtetext sakin ng "&lt;i&gt;good morning baby, I love you.&lt;/i&gt;" Lagi ng may makulit na naghahatid sakin sa sakayan at hinihintay ako na makasakay. Kung dati, naglalakad ako sa mall mag-isa. Ngayon, isa na ko sa mga naglalakad na may kasamang couple. May ka-holding hands pa! Pinapangiti ako ng sobra nitong taong toh. Nilalambing ako niyan kahit sinusungitan ko siya minsan.. Madalas siya din yung dahilan kung bakit nahihirapan akong matulog sa gabi. Ang dami kong first time sa kanya. Hay minahal ko tuloy yan lalo. Masarap pala na ma-inlove. Mahal ko yan kahit matampuhin. At siya lang yung minahal ko ng ganyan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-7876005570100482179?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7876005570100482179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2012/02/page-36-of-366.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7876005570100482179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7876005570100482179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2012/02/page-36-of-366.html' title='Page 36 of 366'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2upwr5f_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-8001036710145579854</id><published>2012-01-21T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T05:41:03.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st monthsary baby. ♡</title><content type='html'>Unang monthsary natin pero hindi tayo magkasamang nagcelebrate, pero ayos lang. Marami pa namang araw para magcelebrate, hindi lang ngayong 16. Alam ko naguumpisa pa lang tayo, marami pa tayong pagdadaanan at matututunan. Marami pa tayong experiences at moments na ishashare. Yung totoo, kahit minsan hindi ko naisip na magkakaroon ako ng boyfriend. Masaya ako nung single pa ko, pero mas masaya ako nung naging tayo na. Pero na-realize ko na iba nga pala talaga yung feeling kapag alam mo na may nagmamahal sayo ng totoo, may nag-aalaga at may nag-aalala. Hindi ko talaga in-eexpect na magiging tayo. Sana kung ano yung ugali mo na pinapakita mo sakin nung hindi pa tayo, ganun ka pa din ngayon. Wag mo baguhin dahil sa ugali mong yun, dun kita nagustuhan. Sana alam mo na andito lang ako lagi para sayo. Alam mo naman na pwede mo din ako maging bestfriend at lvoer at the same time. Hindi ako magsasawa na intindihin ka kasi alam ko na yun naman talaga ang dapat. At alam mong masaya ako kapag kasama kita. Kung bakit naman kasi sa text pa lang, napapangiti mo na ako. Hindi mo alam kung gaano kita kamahal. &lt;b&gt;I love you baby!&lt;/b&gt; Mahal kita, sobra. Hindi ako magsasawa. Happy 16! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-8001036710145579854?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8001036710145579854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-1st-monthsary-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8001036710145579854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8001036710145579854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-1st-monthsary-baby.html' title='Happy 1st monthsary baby. ♡'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-4486341259574121648</id><published>2011-12-18T01:31:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T04:35:59.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected love</title><content type='html'>It hit me out of nowhere. From the person I least expected, from the person that was a total stranger, from someone that I would never even to see that way, from an awkward hello when we were together with our friends became endless nights on the phone, talking, laughing, smiling until our cheeks hurt. This is something I never imagined from someone that was only an acquaintance, to someone that knew my past, that knew my mistakes, my likes, my dislikes, everything down to the last detail. It seems like a happily ever after story, how complete strangers fell in love. Everything's so beautiful, how life can turn on us, never being clear. Assuming you would find love, if you looked in the right places. But this was something I never saw. Where love is sometimes in places where you would never assume it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-4486341259574121648?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4486341259574121648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-christmas-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4486341259574121648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4486341259574121648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-christmas-party.html' title='Unexpected love'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-709169483896369557</id><published>2011-12-13T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T07:21:15.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Criminal Parties</title><content type='html'>Mostly kapag college ka na, hindi na uso ang christmas parties. Kaya naisip namin ng college friends ko na gumawa kami ng sarili naming christmas party. Nag-adventure kami sa sm supermarket the day after na naisip namin yung idea na yun. Nag grocery kami ng mga pagkain na iluluto namin on the day at iba pang kailangan. &lt;b&gt;December 16, 2011&lt;/b&gt; - Today's our Christmas party! Parang ang aga namin magising lahat. Lalo na pala ako. Excited? Pero kailangan ko pang pumunta ng sm bacoor para bumili ng ireregalo ko kay dhan. Nakakahiya kay nhica kasi ang tagal niya kong hinintay sa sm bacoor. Lagi na lang akong late sa usapan! Hindi ko ineexpect na makakasabay din namin si dhan (yung binilihan ko ng regalo) na pumunta kanila mico. Pupunta din pala siyang sm bacoor. Pagkapunta namin kanila mico, inabutan namin silang nagcocomputer at kung anu-anong ginagawa. Naghihintay pa din pala sila kaya ayos lang na late na din kami. Late lunch! Kumain kami ng spaghetti at macaroni salad. Pagkatapos namin kumain, gumawa kami ng peach mango graham para sa dessert namin mamaya. Hassle pero masaya! Nung malapit na kaming matapos. Iniwan ko na sila. Niyaya ko na yung ibang kaibigan ko na walang ginagawa na maglaro ng badminton. Naglaro kami ng two or three hours sa labas. Para daw pumayat pero nabawi din naman kasi ang dami naming kinakain. Habang nagpapahinga, nagdecide kami na ibigay na yung mga gifts sa mga nabunot namin. Pero kailangan na namin magluto para sa dinner namin. Aubrey made ham roll and pizza bread for dinner. Tapos ako at si dhan yung nagluto kaya mejo sunog, yung iba. Sorry! We only know how to eat. Mehehe! This day was full of kulitan pero kailangan ng umuwi. Ngayon ko din pala sinagot si dhan. :) Thank you mico, aubrey, alkaid, nhica, emak, hart, dhan, jheiy and aeiy. Until next Christmas! You guys are the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-709169483896369557?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/709169483896369557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/12/prelim-exam-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/709169483896369557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/709169483896369557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/12/prelim-exam-week.html' title='Smooth Criminal Parties'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-341099340085462887</id><published>2011-11-18T02:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T02:36:49.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping with a smile.</title><content type='html'>One of the greatest feelings ever is knowing that you're so tired yet it was all worth it because your day was just completely amazing. You're contented and satisfied with how the day treated you. Nothing got in the way of your happiness that day and everything just went as planned. Your mind is clear from all negativity and you're just happy. You go to sleep knowing that it wasn't a wasted day, and you didn't have to worry about a thing. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-341099340085462887?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/341099340085462887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleeping-with-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/341099340085462887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/341099340085462887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/11/sleeping-with-smile.html' title='Sleeping with a smile.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6597905341851160040</id><published>2011-11-09T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T04:47:13.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of second semester</title><content type='html'>Our class for second semester has just started yesterday. And starting yesterday, since semestral break is over, I have to force my self to sleep early which is far from what time I am sleeping during my semestral break. I have to set my mind now for school. But I end up different yesterday. I was late in my first subject because I woke up late! Hahaha. I'll make &lt;i&gt;bawi sa&lt;/i&gt; reed and accounting next wednesday. I'm excited to see my blockmates and college friends because I haven't seen them for weeks, maybe. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon when my professor dismissed us. It was tiring yet fun? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6597905341851160040?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6597905341851160040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-day-of-second-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6597905341851160040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6597905341851160040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-day-of-second-semester.html' title='First day of second semester'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-4642966880122861177</id><published>2011-11-09T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T05:31:37.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is the type of girl</title><content type='html'>She's the type of girl who responds to guys who smile at her because she wants to be friendly. She is the type of girl who stares hard at the board when she does not understand what the teacher is teaching. She is the type of girl who acts like a kid because she misses her childhood. She is the type of girl who rather get hurt by the truth than lies. She is the type of girl who wishes for good things for people she loves. She is the type of girl who stays loyal to one guy when she learns how to love. She is the type of girl who holds on to memories even if it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-4642966880122861177?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4642966880122861177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/11/relationships-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4642966880122861177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4642966880122861177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/11/relationships-i-like.html' title='She is the type of girl'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-8091704648597607306</id><published>2011-11-06T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T05:47:30.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elementary sweeties</title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;b&gt;praybeyt benjamin&lt;/b&gt; at sm bacoor with my best friends. Ngayon lang kami gumala sa mall kaya parang iba talaga. Lagi lang kasi kaming sumusugod sa mga kanya-kanyang bahay. Pag dating namin sa sm bacoor, bumili na agad kami ng tickets para hindi na namin maabutan yung mahabang pila mamaya. Ang dami kasi talagang nanunuod ng movie na toh. Pumasok na din kami sa loob kahit maaga pa para hindi maubusan ng upuan. Ang dami naming pagkain kaya ang gulo naming apat sa sinehan. Para kaming nagpipiknik! Hindi na nga ko masyadong nakanuod eh, kumain na lang ako kasi mauubusan nila ko. Mejo maaga pa kaya naglaro muna sila sa quantum tapos sa mcdonalds na din kami kumain ng dinner. Yay mcdonalds! Had a great time with my best friends and hoping that it will happen again. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/f2vx1u.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-8091704648597607306?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8091704648597607306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/11/elementary-sweeties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8091704648597607306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8091704648597607306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/11/elementary-sweeties.html' title='Elementary sweeties'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/f2vx1u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6103869951839521303</id><published>2011-10-28T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:17:26.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My type of relationship</title><content type='html'>I love being in the type of relationship where you're so comfortable around each other you don't feel awkward doing anything. You can be weird and lame together, act like the best of friends and the happiest of couples. A relationship where you can call each other names and pick on each other and laugh it off and hug it out right after. A relationship where you can just be yourself and not have to worry what your partner thinks. I love that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6103869951839521303?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6103869951839521303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-type-of-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6103869951839521303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6103869951839521303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-type-of-relationship.html' title='My type of relationship'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-4923535146216814867</id><published>2011-10-25T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T05:50:25.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying tuesday</title><content type='html'>My friend messaged me yesterday asking if I'm free today because he will look something at robinsons imus and he's not familiar with the place. So I replied and said, "okay I will come with you since I'm bored." I came late at robinson's imus because I'm too lazy waking up early, as usual &lt;i&gt;filipino&lt;/i&gt; time. I texted him and asked where is he staying and apologized because I'm late. I go at robinsons food court to have a sit while waiting for his reply. We were two that will come with him not knowing that my friend set up it so that the two of us will have time to stroll. My other friend didn't know neither. I'm so pissed that I didn't reply him anymore! So the two if us started to walk around and played at tom's world while trying to calm ourselves with our friend. Robinsons imus is a boring place to hangout so we don't have choice but to walk around and see the whole place. We ate pizza for merienda since I'm craving for it. I ate four slices of pizza and the same with my friend. Nagastusan pa tuloy ako! I will screw him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-4923535146216814867?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4923535146216814867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/annoying-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4923535146216814867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4923535146216814867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/annoying-tuesday.html' title='Annoying tuesday'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-819843311085608846</id><published>2011-10-23T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T05:50:42.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine day</title><content type='html'>Sembreak's kinda boring. Luckily, my aunt allowed me to attend my friend's debut. I started preparing around 1 o'clock in the afternoon because I have to catch my friends at sm bacoor. They were having a hard time looking for a perfect birthday present for our friend and we almost spent two hours for that! We bought a bag at belladona that cost exactly 400 pesos and a ferrero rocher since our friend has a sweet tooth. Then, we immediately go to the gift wrapping section. I was hoping that we will have something to sit on there while waiting because I feel tired. After our birthday present has gift wrapped. We waited for our other friends at the food court. We didn't expect that we will arrive at my friend's house by 6 o'clock. Maynilad is really causing a damn heavy traffic at imus! We ate right away since we were all hungry. I reached home at exactly 9 o'clock in the evening. High school sweeties will &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt; be the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-819843311085608846?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/819843311085608846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-fine-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/819843311085608846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/819843311085608846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-fine-day.html' title='One fine day'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-1761192354799430371</id><published>2011-10-19T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T05:06:44.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You might wanna know</title><content type='html'>You wanna know why girls take every little detail &lt;b&gt;seriously&lt;/b&gt;? Because we're scared that maybe, we're not good enough. We see other girls and think maybe, someone else will take our place. We look through every flaw that we can find. We get insecure. We're afraid of getting hurt repeatedly. We have trust issues. I don't know, that's just how we are. We're fragile and we're not something that you should go around playing with and throw away when you're done. We have feelings too, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-1761192354799430371?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1761192354799430371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-might-wanna-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1761192354799430371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1761192354799430371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-might-wanna-know.html' title='You might wanna know'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6220929715040295294</id><published>2011-10-15T01:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T07:42:35.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most</title><content type='html'>I think what hurts the most, is when you give your all to someone. Through thick and thin, you're there for them. You stick with them, no matter what. Then one day, they just give up on you. They won't even fight for you. The one thing you would never have done, they did with no hesitation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6220929715040295294?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6220929715040295294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-hurts-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6220929715040295294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6220929715040295294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-hurts-most.html' title='What hurts the most'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-2367786909072669962</id><published>2011-10-14T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:53:23.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The relationships I like</title><content type='html'>Are the ones where both of you meet at random and unexpected. And have no intention of getting at each other. You both see each other as friends, but as time goes, you both start to build feelings for each other. And now you both are compatible with each other and you guys start talking officially. Those are the relationships I like. Where both of you don't realize you like each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-2367786909072669962?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2367786909072669962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/unexpected-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/2367786909072669962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/2367786909072669962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/unexpected-love.html' title='The relationships I like'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6373069525049570664</id><published>2011-10-14T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:37:38.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has this happened to you?</title><content type='html'>You meet someone unexpectedly, and having no clue how much they’d mean to you in the future. How the path of two strangers crossed, and how it has changed and affected your life so much. And how an accidental clash of worlds, was the most beautiful thing that could possibly ever happened to you? Well, it has happened to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6373069525049570664?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6373069525049570664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/has-this-happened-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6373069525049570664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6373069525049570664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/has-this-happened-to-you.html' title='Has this happened to you?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6650335894175781371</id><published>2011-10-01T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T02:15:49.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cute when a guy worries</title><content type='html'>They would go to any length to keep you safe. They would walk you home even if it’s day time, they would tell you to text them when you’re home, they would let you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, they would do literally anything. I actually find that adorable. Even if you’re my best guy friend or whatever, I find that your nice gestures are adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6650335894175781371?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6650335894175781371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-cute-when-guy-worries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6650335894175781371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6650335894175781371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-cute-when-guy-worries.html' title='It&apos;s cute when a guy worries'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-4054954064359536578</id><published>2011-10-01T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T02:09:26.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First semester</title><content type='html'>Almost two weeks pa yung hihintayin ko para matapos tong semester na toh. Hindi na ko makapaghintay na magbakasyon. Ayoko na kasi talagang gumising ng maaga, yung schedule ko na gabi na yung uwian, ayoko din yung ibang professor ko sa ibang subjects ko, ayoko lahat. Hahaha yung utak ko nagbabakasyon na kahit madami pa ako na gagawin. :( Feeling ko may ibabagsak ako ngayong subject dahil alam ko sa sarili ko na hindi ko naman ginalingan ngayong semester. Buti na nga lang at mukang papasa ako sa swimming class ko ngayon. Yung totoo kasi hindi ako nageenjoy, bukod sa pinangungunahan ako ng takot dahil ang lalim ng swimming pool ng school namin, ang hirap pa magdala ng marami lalo na kapag gabi yung uwian mo sa mismong araw ng swimming class mo, dahil dito isinumpa ko na tuloy ang araw ng thursday. Gusto ko lang naman na sana sa second semester galingan ko na talaga at magseryoso ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-4054954064359536578?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4054954064359536578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4054954064359536578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4054954064359536578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-semester.html' title='First semester'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5584691382002605829</id><published>2011-09-15T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T03:21:49.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get tired of me</title><content type='html'>It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don't bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it's my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there's nothing I can do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5584691382002605829?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5584691382002605829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5584691382002605829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5584691382002605829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='Don&apos;t get tired of me'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-7382175718605936532</id><published>2011-09-15T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T07:37:11.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute mini ions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwihoqLWTv1qi2lrlo1_500.gif" height="320"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna adopt these cute mini ions. Look at them! They all look adorable and pleasing in the eyes. I wanna munch and pinch their cheeks. Akin na lang kayo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-7382175718605936532?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7382175718605936532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-philippines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7382175718605936532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7382175718605936532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-philippines.html' title='Cute mini ions'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-8657425175831914976</id><published>2011-09-15T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:26:47.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akala mo...</title><content type='html'>Minsan mahirap talagang isipin na naghihintay ka lang na gumawa ng first move ang isang tao dahil akala mo wala kang halaga sa kanya. Nahihiya kang lumapit dahil akala mo hindi ka niya papansinin. Hindi naman siguro masama kung magiging kampante at maging totoo ka kahit minsan, hindi ba? Akala mo wala kang halaga sa kanya pero malalaman mo rin na parehas lang pala kayo na naghihintayan. Parehas lang kayo ng nararamdaman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-8657425175831914976?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8657425175831914976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/09/akala-mo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8657425175831914976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8657425175831914976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/09/akala-mo.html' title='Akala mo...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5546314460276056050</id><published>2011-08-27T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T07:21:51.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be honest, I really do miss you.</title><content type='html'>But I choose to not do anything about it because I’d only be disappointing myself. The late replies or no reply at all really does get to me. It makes me feel like I’m annoying you and you just want to push me away. I get all worked up for nothing since this is what you wanted, to be distant. I’m sorry for everything, it seems like you’re doing better without me anyways. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5546314460276056050?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5546314460276056050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-be-honest-i-really-do-miss-you_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5546314460276056050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5546314460276056050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-be-honest-i-really-do-miss-you_27.html' title='To be honest, I really do miss you.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5349063239236717828</id><published>2011-08-27T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T07:21:28.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typography 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq4wmdcHaf1qf0ylbo1_500.png" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5349063239236717828?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5349063239236717828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-be-honest-i-really-do-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5349063239236717828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5349063239236717828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-be-honest-i-really-do-miss-you.html' title='Typography 1'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6656910764285601244</id><published>2011-08-13T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:42:17.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gala to infinity</title><content type='html'>I have planned going home early yesterday to rest pero sa sm bacoor ako napunta. I don't know how to refuse when it comes to food, yung totoo kasi ililibre kami nung kaibigan ko sa kfc. Hahahahaha! We immediately went to kfc to eat, actually it was late lunch. We almost spent three hours at sm bacoor, nagsawa kami sa kwentuhan, window shopping, telling some corny jokes at banat and even more. We also ate wendy's vanilla frosty which is yummy. And when we got bored, we went at sm bacoor's quantum to play. Dapat kakanta kami, I mean sila pero occupied na lahat ng rooms kaya nalaro na lang sila sa mga arcade games and whatsoever. We all feel like going home that time pero my friend suggested na pumunta na lang dapat kami sa bahay ng classmate ko at dun na lang kumain at naglaro. Regrets! Haha so we went at my classmate's house at dun nagkulitan. The fun never stops! I came home late again but it was really fun. I enjoyed being with the two monkeys. Haha &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6656910764285601244?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6656910764285601244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/08/cats-that-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6656910764285601244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6656910764285601244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/08/cats-that-talk.html' title='Gala to infinity'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-2731774070144297718</id><published>2011-08-05T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T08:37:13.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter account suspended</title><content type='html'>Yes my twitter account &lt;b&gt;@kimecstatic&lt;/b&gt; has been suspended for days, weeks or months. Ugh I don't know, I was just tweeting awhile ago and suddenly this thing has popped out telling me that my account was suspended. I was shocked and asked myself if twitter's serious about this. I've been working for hours for my account to be back. I will just wait for twitter to respond to my email request. Omg I can't live without twitter like seriously, tweeting has been in my daily routine. Don't want to make a new twitter account. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-2731774070144297718?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2731774070144297718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/08/twitter-account-suspended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/2731774070144297718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/2731774070144297718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/08/twitter-account-suspended.html' title='Twitter account suspended'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-1571664493888686199</id><published>2011-07-19T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T03:14:23.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic post</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llhz576uui1qzpwi0o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-1571664493888686199?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1571664493888686199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1571664493888686199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1571664493888686199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_19.html' title='Comic post'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5740977318002627521</id><published>2011-07-17T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:22:35.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy seventeen</title><content type='html'>So I did celebrate my birthday at home with my friends. Supposedly I will be treating them somewhere but my family didn't allow me. Pinapunta ko lang sila sa bahay nung friday &lt;i&gt;(a day before my birthday)&lt;/i&gt; to eat lunch, half day lang kasi kami. They were only twelve pero pinasaya nila ko nung araw na yun. Well at least they gave some of their time to attend, di tulad nung iba kong classmate na may monkey business. Pagdating ko sa bahay dinatnat ko yung lola ko na nagluluto pa din. I helped her at least, ako na lang yung nagayos at nagdala ng mga pagkain sa mesa. She cooked menudo, spaghetti and chicken, she even made fruit slash buko salad for dessert. So after they ate, we had some group pictures tapos nanuod na yung iba ng videos ng wow mali. Nakakaloka lang pag may bisita ka sa bahay. Hahaha pero thank you guys for this humorous birthday and &lt;b&gt;July 16&lt;/b&gt; will always be remembered. Kimmy is now seventeen years old. :{D Parang last week lang ako nagsixteen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5740977318002627521?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5740977318002627521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5740977318002627521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5740977318002627521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-seventeen.html' title='Happy seventeen'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5936074734036526343</id><published>2011-07-09T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T07:50:56.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends that check up on you</title><content type='html'>The ones that randomly send you a message asking how you are. It shows that they really care about you. That no matter how busy their life may be, they always find time for you. Sure, some people are just naturally friendly but it proves that there’s still true friends out there in a sea of fakes. If you have one of these, don't neglect them. There's not many of them left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5936074734036526343?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5936074734036526343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5936074734036526343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5936074734036526343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='Friends that check up on you'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5378364754228938193</id><published>2011-06-07T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:48:57.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been here again</title><content type='html'>Been here again because I'm bored. Will go to Emilu's later. Sasamahan ko yung tita ko kasi alam ko yung feeling na umalis ng bahay na mag-isa. Hahaha! Besides, gusto ko din bumili sa McDonald's kasi malapit lang siya sa Emilu's. Susulitin ko na kasi seven days na lang papasok na din ako, bakit bitin yung bakayson? Yung two months parang ilang weeks lang. Ayoko pa man din yung nagising ng maaga, mahirap kasi. Nakakaboring kapag first semester, parang ang bagaaaaaal ng oras. Kung tatanungin mo ko kung nageenjoy ako mag-aral? Seriously hindi lalo na kapag boring yung professor at mas lalo na kung boring ang subject. Mas nageenjoy ako pa ko kasama yung mga kaibigan ko sa school. Will start my adventure on June 14. Hell-oh La Salle Dasma and hell-oh eyebags, sleepless nights. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5378364754228938193?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5378364754228938193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/06/been-here-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5378364754228938193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5378364754228938193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/06/been-here-again.html' title='Been here again'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6036409108689453193</id><published>2011-06-06T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T04:30:58.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding/dropping of subjects</title><content type='html'>Pabalik balik lang ako sa La Salle Dasma ngayong week dahil sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;adding/dropping&lt;/span&gt; ng subjects. Magpapacredit pa ko ng ibang subjects which is Discrete Mathematics at Statistics para mabawasan na yung sakit ng ulo ko. Buti naman at naisipan ng La Salle Dasma na i-extend ang online na adding/dropping ng subjects kahit sobrang bagal ng portal namin, 9817289 years ang aabutin kada click. Pero mas okay na sakin yun kaysa sa pumunta ako ng La Salle Dasma ng maaga tapos hindi ako makaabot sa 500 stubs na bibigyan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6036409108689453193?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6036409108689453193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/06/addingdropping-of-subjects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6036409108689453193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6036409108689453193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/06/addingdropping-of-subjects.html' title='Adding/dropping of subjects'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5044821757954369139</id><published>2011-06-06T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T03:25:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas naging inactive</title><content type='html'>Mas naging inactive ako this past few months kasi busy ako sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;buhay kolehiyo&lt;/span&gt; ko. Una pa lang nahihirapan na ko kaya kailangan ko pa mas maging madiskarte at mautak. Hahaha! Nagsummer class ako ngayon sa Computer Programming 2 at Multimedia para hindi ako mahuli sa mga subjects ko ngayong second year. Sa buhay kolehiyo, uso ang summer class kahit walang bagsak. Halip na nagrerelax ako sa bahay, natutulog maghapon at nagpapataba. Eto ako, nagising ng maaga at napasok. Nakakasawa din pala ang La Salle Dasma. Pero okay lang kasi nagenjoy naman ako sa mga summer classmates kong makukulit. Namiss kong magblog kaya aayusin ko toh ngayon. Mas okay kung simple lang yung layout ko tutal &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blog content&lt;/span&gt; naman ang mas mahalaga kaysa sa bonggang layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5044821757954369139?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5044821757954369139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/06/mas-naging-inactive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5044821757954369139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5044821757954369139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/06/mas-naging-inactive.html' title='Mas naging inactive'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6537807403260033676</id><published>2011-05-27T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:59:31.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder struck</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll6wcgLJuE1qk6vzno1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kung kinuha ko yung picture. Credits to &lt;a href="http://abarelybreathingstory.tumblr.com/post/5480231293"&gt;abarelybreathingstory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6537807403260033676?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6537807403260033676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-act-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6537807403260033676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6537807403260033676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-act-ive.html' title='Wonder struck'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-1176487727705832081</id><published>2011-04-30T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T03:03:37.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://givemesomerice.tumblr.com/post/4453503921/respect-her"&gt;givemesomerice.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hate it when girls are being used for “just” benefits. I seen beautiful girls and they’re with jerks who doesn’t even respect them. I’ve seen a lot of girls crying because jerks tend to be a jerk… and beautiful girls or any girls are not suppose to be treated like that… I just don’t get why some girls would like a jerk. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There are a lot of guys out there who is willing to respect and treat one beautiful girl like his princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-1176487727705832081?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1176487727705832081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/respect-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1176487727705832081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1176487727705832081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/respect-her.html' title='Respect her.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-8750919360073331080</id><published>2011-04-08T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T04:38:30.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelim exam week</title><content type='html'>This week is scheduled for our prelim exams. I got two more subjects to go and I'm ready for Christmas vacation. I can't wait, seriously. By now, I am loaded with some school stuffs hoping that I would finish it and pass before this week ends. Hearing Christmas songs everywhere makes me get excited for Christmas. Even seeing those Christmas lights and Christmas decor. I wonder where will my family and I will spent our Christmas vacation. I'm excited for the food too! Hihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-8750919360073331080?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8750919360073331080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/shes-type-of-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8750919360073331080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8750919360073331080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/shes-type-of-girl.html' title='Prelim exam week'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5946811316359874945</id><published>2011-04-01T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T05:39:07.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools Day.</title><content type='html'>April Fools Day, Fools day. Gotta do pranks on Fools Daaaay. Everybody's lookin forward to the jokin, jokin. It Fools day, fools day, gotta do pranks on fools day. Everybody's lookin forward to the jokin. Prankin p-prankin like yeah! Prankin p-prankin like yeah! Everybody's lookin forward to the prankin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got the post from &lt;a href="http://monstersinmybathtub.tumblr.com/"&gt;monstersinmybathtub&lt;/a&gt; in tumblr. I just copy pasted it. Sorry! Duno what to post when its April Fools Day. K? Happy blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5946811316359874945?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5946811316359874945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5946811316359874945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5946811316359874945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools Day.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-3688782734820790277</id><published>2011-03-29T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T04:40:43.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wonder why I'm insecure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://analbelle.tumblr.com/post/2841532515"&gt;Analbelle:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are girls out there who look gorgeous without even trying. When they wake up they look like angels. when I wake up, I look like I just got out of a war. Those photogenic girls who look good in every photo. When someone takes a photo of me, my face looks half retarded. They don’t even need to dress nicely and they’ll still look good. How they can capture your attention just by walking past. I want to be able to do that.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-3688782734820790277?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3688782734820790277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-wonder-why-im-insecure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3688782734820790277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3688782734820790277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-wonder-why-im-insecure.html' title='You wonder why I&apos;m insecure?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5839297340458399764</id><published>2011-03-20T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T03:19:46.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To girls, from God.</title><content type='html'>“No man will ever claim you unless he claims you from Me. For I reserved a man for you who has my heart and loves Me even more than he will ask for you. For I won’t give you unless he asks you from Me. He’s asleep; don’t wake him. He’s busy for me, my kingdom. Soon you will know him, but I have the perfect time. You are my princess, my daughter. Let no prince claim you unless he asks you from My hand, for I am your Father, the King of Kings. You, my princess, are worth loving for.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5839297340458399764?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5839297340458399764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-girls-from-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5839297340458399764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5839297340458399764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-girls-from-god.html' title='To girls, from God.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-7065079227475955037</id><published>2011-02-19T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:23:38.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's cute?</title><content type='html'>I find it adorable when someone remembers the littlest details about you. It’s cute when that person takes the time and effort to surprise you with the things you don’t remember telling them about. It’s like they’ve read your mind. The kind of person that pays attention to what you say just so they can use it to their advantage in order to put a smile on your face. I love those thoughtful people who go out of their ways just so they can make you happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-7065079227475955037?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7065079227475955037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-whats-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7065079227475955037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7065079227475955037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-whats-cute.html' title='You know what&apos;s cute?'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5583801364202668518</id><published>2011-02-13T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:29:26.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sir Red,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd411/kiemx/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napa-smile ako nung nakita ko 'toh. Sir Bernales is my ex-adviser. Adviser ko siya nung 4th year and he's the best! Keep in touch pa din siya samin though he's working abroad. Mejo sensitive nga lang at matampuhin but despite of that, we love him very much. Na-appreciate ko lang 'tong comment niya sa picture namin nung nagEnchanted Kingdom kami. :"&gt; Ah, Sir Red? Childish pa din po ako. HAHAHA! Bunso niyo pa din po ako even if I'm 45 years old. K? :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5583801364202668518?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5583801364202668518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-sir-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5583801364202668518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5583801364202668518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-sir-red.html' title='Dear Sir Red,'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-4724315558570153524</id><published>2011-01-31T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:38:53.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little faith.</title><content type='html'>“So many people are in pain, no matter how smart or accomplished, they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they look up, which is where I should have been looking, too. Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love and a peaceful heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—  Have A Little Faith, Mitch Albom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-4724315558570153524?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4724315558570153524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-little-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4724315558570153524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4724315558570153524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-little-faith.html' title='Have a little faith.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6968229293766388547</id><published>2011-01-30T01:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:38:56.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 reasons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A boy listed 10 reasons why he should avoid and leave her girlfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She’s clumsy&lt;br /&gt;2. She laughs and takes so loud&lt;br /&gt;3. She acts like a child&lt;br /&gt;4. She kills me in shame every time  I’m with her&lt;br /&gt;5. She acts crazy even if she’s not drunk&lt;br /&gt;6. She’s always moody&lt;br /&gt;7. She’s so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;8. She’s so bossy&lt;br /&gt;9. She’s such a nagger&lt;br /&gt;10. She’s not even worth to be my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Only reason why I should stay with her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To prove to her that I will survive because I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6968229293766388547?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6968229293766388547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6968229293766388547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6968229293766388547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-reasons.html' title='The 10 reasons.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5745864201912277675</id><published>2011-01-07T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:36:58.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CANCER - The Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most amazing kissers. Very high appeal. A Cancer’s Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet in your life. Entirely creative Person, most are artists and insane, respectfully speaking. They perfected sex and do it often. Extremely random. An Ultimate Freak. Extremely funny and is usually the life of the party. Most Cancers will take you under their wing and into their hearts where you will remain forever. Cancers make love with a passion beyond compare. Spontaneous. Not a Fighter, But will kick your ass good if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5745864201912277675?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5745864201912277675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/01/horoscope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5745864201912277675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5745864201912277675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/01/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-7050325403493409127</id><published>2011-01-06T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:38:59.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Happy Thursday awesome Bloggers. :"&gt; Vacation is really oveeeer. At hindi ko matanggap yun. I need to adjust my sleeping and waking time. K! Gusto ko lang magthank you kay Miss &lt;a href="http://jeisaludares.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jei Saludares&lt;/a&gt; for this. You're always welcome naman. :* HAHAHA! Tumataeng cursor ba kamo? Feel free to ask anything, basta yung alam ko naman, haa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/bfl16v.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-7050325403493409127?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7050325403493409127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/01/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7050325403493409127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7050325403493409127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2011/01/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/bfl16v_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-1043730542392743662</id><published>2010-12-11T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:38:41.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Semester</title><content type='html'>Second semester, maraming pinagbago. :\ Whyyy! Bakit kailangang kumonti kami bigla? From 43 to 23. I'm not sure if that's the exact number pero bigla kaming naging kalahati. Reasons? Some of them will shift to other course, some of them stopped studying and will continue next year. Darn it! I miss them a lot, kahit sobrang gulo namin dati. Vibes kami lahat eh, I never thought of missing them. Ngayon? Mejo maingay na lang kami, yung mga hindi mo aakalain na magiging tropa mo, mangyayari. Kapag vacant, minsan magkakasama kaming lahat. Psh! Hell yeah, patayan pa yung schedule ko ngayon. Ang hirap talaga maging Freshman. Schedule ko? Nagulo lahat. 'Cause I add/drop some of my subjects :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="scroll" direction="alternate" onmouseover="this.stop();" onmouseout="this.start();"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2j4c4no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/fjme5i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2ko47m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/dzjns1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2qmm9fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-1043730542392743662?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1043730542392743662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/12/second-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1043730542392743662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1043730542392743662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/12/second-semester.html' title='Second Semester'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/2j4c4no_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5488311375367250458</id><published>2010-10-27T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:45:43.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star City.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;October 21, 2010 :"&gt;&lt;/b&gt; A very memorable date sa sembreak with my high school friends namely &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1624482022"&gt;Gela&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1694779876"&gt;Ivee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000192240600"&gt;Loraine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001160678534"&gt;Sherina&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000192240600#!/profile.php?id=100000145971229"&gt;Bryan&lt;/a&gt;. We decided to stroll in Star City which is located in PICC Complex Manila, Roxas Blvd. Am I right? I'm not familiar with the place. It's Thursday, and we got there around 2 pm. We're too early! Star City will be open at 4 in the afternoon. What did we do? We make ourselves full with some chika and college stuffs while eating at &lt;u&gt;Chowking&lt;/u&gt;. We spend 2 hours with that, HAHA. After that, we leave Chowking then go back to where we will be going. We waited for Star City to open. Grabe ha? Ang tagal magbukas :| We waited for how many minutes. May kasabay kasi kaming mga magffieldtrip DAW. Eh? Magsesembreak na magffieldtrip pa. Kaya mejo marami ding tao, pero after that. It's worth it, our first ride was Zyklone Loop, my very first time to try. I feel like I'll lose my soul :O Then we head next to Wild River, beside Zyklone Loop. Thank you naman at di ako masyadong nabasa :) I've overcome my fear, I don't like the two, honestly. The after that, we try the Surf Dance, It was fun, Ivee and I we're laughing while Sherina kept on screaming :D We also tried Gabi ng Lagim and the other horror booth. We took tons of pictures, hindi naman mawawala yun samin. After that, we took our rest kasi ang sakit na ng mga paa namin, damn that long line sa Viking. Late in the evening na ko nakauwi, around 11:30. I enjoyed a lot, pero mas enjoy siguro kung kompleto kami, di kasi nakasama yung ibang kong tropa :| Some of them had their own gala with their college friends, saka busy sa pagkampanya sa SK. Wrong timing masyado, sana may next time pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="scroll" direction="alternate" onmouseover="this.stop();" onmouseout="this.start();"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/343m7aq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2itiscn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/90oy11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2lbmck4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/mwb8lh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2r29i6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/xlhymu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2cr905x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=33628&amp;id=100000891714597"&gt;Star City album I&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=33638&amp;id=100000891714597"&gt;Star City album II&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5488311375367250458?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5488311375367250458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/10/star-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5488311375367250458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5488311375367250458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/10/star-city.html' title='Star City.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/343m7aq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-3470879574870738297</id><published>2010-09-24T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:49:49.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Mico.</title><content type='html'>Lately, some of my blockmates decided to stroll anywhere. Yea anywhere because of our irregular schedule this week. I thought that they will just go to the internet cafe to play Counter Strike or whatever. But all of the slots were already taken. We've been walking for several minutes to find one but none of it was available. Until we discover where Gate 4 was, a place to hangout or KTV/&lt;i&gt;videoke&lt;/i&gt; place, I'm not that sure. Eh? Whatever :\ Nevermind. We all decided to try it. It was a bit expensive to hangout but it's worth it. It's a mini place, where the room was named Principal's Office, Library, Detention room and Student's council, just like in schools. It's air conditioned so we don't have to sweat at all. LOL :&gt; We watched the movie &lt;b&gt;Mirrors&lt;/b&gt; - they all want to watch horror movies. Like eff! I always take a nap when watching suspense movies or horror. I don't have a choice, it's majority. I just ate foods like popcorn, footlong and a bottle of C2. Nomnom! Starving solved :D I just enjoyed being with them because it only happens once in a blue moon. Okay? I hope it will happen again. Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/propertyofaries?ref=ts"&gt;Jheiy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/kidd07dark?ref=ts"&gt;Emak&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=1687222365&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000149330777&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Poots&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=1032250615&amp;ref=ts"&gt;Dhan&lt;/a&gt; and especially &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/sanisydap?ref=ts"&gt;Miko&lt;/a&gt;. The &lt;u&gt;birthday boy&lt;/u&gt; who treat some of our foods and room rent :"&gt; Happy birthday! Two thumbs up for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-3470879574870738297?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3470879574870738297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/09/stroll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3470879574870738297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3470879574870738297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/09/stroll.html' title='Happy birthday Mico.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-4364158777362676894</id><published>2010-08-29T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:37:57.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday. And it's a &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt; day for me, ayoko talaga ng Sundays. Pft :O I miss my highschool friends, supposedly we will be meeting yesterday for a hang out. Pero hindi natuloy, as if. Sabik na ko makita sila tapos ganun. We all have our own little things to be done or should I say some college stuffs? Ang hirap ng college :\ Oh well sana maka-adjust agad ako before it's too &lt;s&gt;late&lt;/s&gt;. Mahirap din naman ang highschool pero I don't know. Anjan kase yung mga tropa ko na handang dumamay kapag may mahirap na lesson. I don't feel the stress and pressure nung highschool. 'Cause I have my &lt;i&gt;great friends&lt;/i&gt; who are always there to tap my back and tell a joke whenever I feel down. Eh? &lt;b&gt;Drama&lt;/b&gt; :) I am so longing for them. Move on! That's all. No one could help me except myself. I should love my new school, new friends and new surrounding. Ugh! Please wish me luck. Time is running fast, &lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt; na agad -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-4364158777362676894?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4364158777362676894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4364158777362676894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4364158777362676894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-7343332958506232414</id><published>2010-08-18T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:34:18.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>I know it's very late for my birthday post. This should be my post on July 16. Hahaha! Too lazy to make a new post, oh well. I just turned sweet 16 last July 16. My favorite number &gt;:D&lt; Good vibes. I'm 16 now and I can't change my childish attitude, why oh why? -.-" Maraming nagsasabe na I should act like my age and be a lady. Lol I just can't. So please don't force me, okay? Ugh :O Na-feel ko yung birthday ko ngayon, marami kasi yung nakaalala and at the same time yung nag greet, I can't mention all your names BUT if you're one of them, &lt;b&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH!&lt;/b&gt; Hassle lang kase. When I was about to open the door, I just get shocked because all of my blockmates is there to greet me, I just gave them a smile with lots of love and full of appreciation. I love you &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/group.php?gid=126039167431680&amp;ref=ts"&gt;BiT17&lt;/a&gt; &gt;:D&lt; You're just simply amazing. I wanted to treat you all if I have enough money that time. Pft :O Sorry guys! I also received gifts that day. Thank you kung sino man kayo! I will take care of it. And when I was on my way home, to my surprise. My highschool friends and even my old friends were there. Too bad di nga lang complete :) Pero I appreciate it a lot for their effort. Party people as usual, pero hindi ganung kabongga. Simple celebration lang with them. We just wanted to be with each other. Get together kung baga. Thank you 4-Zirconium, Ajhay, Rosalie, Loraine, Patricia, Sherina, Gela and Marco especially Mayey, Geca, Rem and Dhenz for having an unexpected sleep over &gt;:) Sana may next year pa ulet :-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-7343332958506232414?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7343332958506232414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7343332958506232414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7343332958506232414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-3081464260881955402</id><published>2010-07-25T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T03:25:02.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Happy Sunday everyone :&gt; The heavy rain poured around 12:32 in the afternoon. I just want to lay down in bed and sleep the whole day, but my blog is bothering me. I kept thinking of a new URL for it. Yeah I am planning to make a new blog though my current blog just turned 1 year old this July 21, 2010. I've realize that my current blog is quite messy including the posts. Tss :\ What am I going to do? Even if I tried making my blog a new look, still. It's messy for me, besides I will not finished it today because I need to pack up my things for tomorrow and sleep early. Oh my! Maybe I should find a time for these. So long, be safe. Okay? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-3081464260881955402?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3081464260881955402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3081464260881955402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3081464260881955402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5442369331566690210</id><published>2010-07-14T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:37:14.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook :&gt;</title><content type='html'>Good day blog friends :) I have nothing else to do so I made a new blog post. I've changed my profile picture lately on &lt;b&gt;Facebook&lt;/b&gt; when my highschool friend &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/chabii2010"&gt;Chabi Camaclang&lt;/a&gt; commented on it. That completed my day, well she's a fan of Marian Rivera &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt;. I made changes on the original version of my photo, I put text on it and it was SUPERKiM - The superhero. I told you guys, I'm insane! So don't be surprise. Kidding :) Chabi replied to it saying. "So kinalaban mo na si Darna?" I smiled and reply. "HAHA! Kaasar ka Chabi girl. Natalo ko na yun :P" And I was totally laughing and then she said "Sa pic mo parang kw lng ung kalaban ni darna e . "ang babaeng ngipin" . ahaha bagay dba? ;)" Hahaha! Di talaga ako makarecover dun sa sinabe niya :D She made me happy, LOL :D Ichura ko naman kase dun sa picture ko, tsss. Thank you for making me happy that time. Lalo ko tuloy kayo namimiss &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5442369331566690210?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5442369331566690210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5442369331566690210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5442369331566690210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thought.html' title='Facebook :&gt;'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-9063665287166440736</id><published>2010-07-02T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:37:04.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma: 100 Ü</title><content type='html'>Pleasant morning blogger friends! Haha. 1st post for the month of July. Oh my! Good vibes ako ngayon ;) Guess what? After 356 days. I'm in 100 karma club on Plurk, yehey! May bunga ang aking paghihirap. Lol. Sorry if I've made a post just for this. I just wanna share it, happiness kasi eh :&gt; Well I want to maintain my karma as long as I can. I just aim for more Profile views and more Plurks to have a new badge. So long friend! Thank you for your time reading this kind of crap. Ö You may catch me on &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/kiemx"&gt;Plurk :&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-9063665287166440736?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/9063665287166440736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/07/karma-100-uu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/9063665287166440736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/9063665287166440736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/07/karma-100-uu.html' title='Karma: 100 Ü'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-9081200748658323428</id><published>2010-06-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:34:07.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriends.</title><content type='html'>One of my bestfriend just posted in her Facebook that she loves us. Mayey and I loves you too &gt;:D&lt; Thank you for that bhes gheka :* I appreciate it a lot. We've been besties for almost 7 years. Sorry guys we don't know the exact date. We did became besties when I were in my grade 4 level and they were in their grade 3. Hindi kame magclassmates but I don't know how and why did we became best friends. I'm very lucky that I've met them ;) They're like sisters to me. I'm wishing that our friendship wouldn't end. I don't know what to do. Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000130731431"&gt;Mayey&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000363854226"&gt;Gheka&lt;/a&gt;. I really love you both! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-9081200748658323428?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/9081200748658323428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-vibes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/9081200748658323428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/9081200748658323428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-vibes.html' title='Bestfriends.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-2090393897690306791</id><published>2010-06-14T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:36:50.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye summer.</title><content type='html'>All right! Summer is really over! :(( Back to school. Tss, parang ang bilis naman ng summer. Lately ko pa lang nauumpisahang enjoyin summer ko :| Time really run so fast. I hope college life would be nice, same as with my classmates. BiT17? Let us enjoy our school days together (: I hope magkasundo tayo. Haha! I've been busy lately with household chores. Yes it is, sipag ko noh? Well. I just wanted to help them, and at the same time. Para naman matuto ako :P I think I should be more responsible this time. Exercise na rin, I should be more reproductive, di yung puro computer na lang. I sweep the floor and after that I mop it. I wipe the glasses and picture frames. Yes! I swear, pagod na pagod na ko na it comes to the point that I wanted to quit what am I doing and take a bath then sleep! Haha :P Lazy. Very unusual, then the next day. Tinulungan ko yung Tito ko magbanlaw ng clothes, I admit. Mahirap magbanlaw, you'll have back ache kase di sanay. Daig ko pa naglaba kase ako yung basang basa! LMAO :DD Sorry naman. Tss &gt;,&lt; Mahirap din magpiga ng damit lalo na kapag pants. I don't know, err. Pero I'm happy with what am I doing, ang di ko lang naman kaya yung magluto. Natalsik kase sayo yung mantika. I should try them next day. Haha! When I'm old :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-2090393897690306791?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2090393897690306791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/2090393897690306791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/2090393897690306791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-summer.html' title='Bye summer.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-723968386022054474</id><published>2010-05-27T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:37:06.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain.</title><content type='html'>It's raining pero ang temperature, owvheeer! Ang init pa rin. Haha :D At first, I don't mind the rain, kasi busy ako kaka-Facebook at Twitter, pero maya't maya. Inaya na rin ako ng pinsan ko maligo sa ulan. And yes! I joined her. But di manlang ata kami nabasa ng ulan, kasi pagkalabas namin ng bahay para maligo sa ulan. Saktong tumigil naman ang ulan, hanep db? Nakakabadtrip talaga &gt;.&lt;" May gala pa ko ngayon, I don't know if tutuloy pa ba ko. Masarap na lang kasing humiga at matulog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-723968386022054474?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/723968386022054474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-its-raining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/723968386022054474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/723968386022054474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-its-raining.html' title='Rain rain.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5013627867038656269</id><published>2010-05-20T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:33:09.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Message</title><content type='html'>Even though mahirap magsend that time. Pinilit ko pa rin na magGM sa kanila :&gt; I just wanted to tell them how &lt;i&gt;thankful&lt;/i&gt; I am na nakilala ko sila sa &lt;b&gt;Imus&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Institute&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad evening :| Yes it's over. Congratulations Seniors '09-'10. Maraming Salamat:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Calcium&lt;br /&gt;2 - Lithium&lt;br /&gt;3 - Krypton&lt;br /&gt;4 - Zirconium&lt;br /&gt;4 - Zinc&lt;br /&gt;Echo 2nd&lt;br /&gt;KARL + PARiS + ROKiRO&lt;br /&gt;Jhaymiee and Chabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa lahat kasi nagkaroon ako ng chance para maayos at  maging maganda yung personality ko. Natuto akong makisama sa iba't-ibang tao na may iba't-ibang ugali. Di ko masasabing SANA HiNDi KAYO MAGBAGO kasi alam kong di rin naman maiiwasan yun, impossible kung baga. Pero MASAYA AKO KASi NAKiLALA KO KAYO. I'll treasure every moments, lagi kong babalik-balikan yung kakaibang samahan na nabuo natin sa Imus Institute. Mamimiss ko kayong lahat! Totoo nga na masaya ang high school. How I wish high school is forever :(( The best kayo! Be safe. Kimberly Ann Remulla Romero po. Text niyo lang kapag may problem kayo oh gustong sabihin. I'll listen :') So long! Thank you &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5013627867038656269?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5013627867038656269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation-message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5013627867038656269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5013627867038656269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation-message.html' title='Graduation Message'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-210060166789474822</id><published>2010-04-22T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:32:28.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary day</title><content type='html'>Having my ordinary day here :) Wala lang. I just want to post something into my blog, sipag ko na noh? Haha. Anyway, got my schedule of exam sa DLSU-D lately. Thanks to my friend, &lt;b&gt;Roger&lt;/b&gt;! ♥ I couldn't have it if di niya ko tinulungan, tinatamad kasi ako mag-inquire at magpasa ng form. This coming Saturday na yung exam ko. Pray for me :"&gt; I need your help, sana makapasa ako. Wish me luck, thanks for reading it. Have a blessed day ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-210060166789474822?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/210060166789474822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/04/ordinary-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/210060166789474822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/210060166789474822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/04/ordinary-day.html' title='Ordinary day'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-1602334337273158197</id><published>2010-04-20T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:35:54.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd swimming ;)</title><content type='html'>I had fun with my close friends :) Thank you so much! As of April 01. I had 2 barkada swimming already, except for family swimming :"&gt; My color won't return anymore. Haha! Forever na qng NEGAR! Ching. But it's worth, I've enjoyed a lot. I'll miss them,now we're on our own college life, I hope they won't forget the friendship we had made while we were on high school days T.T They're like my sisters. They know me well and they care about me :) Sana hindi pa 'toh yung last na magkakasama tayo. Oh damn, okay nagdrama maige. Haha! Sorry if hindi masyado nagkwento sa swimming namin, no unusual happened. Very ordinary day, but memorable. We had lots of pictures to upload, naa. I'm lazy, then after waiting. &lt;b&gt;UPLOADiNG FAiLED&lt;/B&gt;!? Oh no you don't. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-1602334337273158197?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1602334337273158197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1602334337273158197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1602334337273158197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-swimming.html' title='2nd swimming ;)'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6779253278643872557</id><published>2010-04-17T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:32:32.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web designing competition</title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm back :) Naaa. I'm lazy to do my new post. But here we go! Sorry for not having posts on March. I'm a bit busy :| On the month of February, I never thought of joining this web designing competition thingy. We're having 5 members per school. At first, I'm a bit shy. I don't personally know the students in it, they're just my schoolmates whom I passed by when it's school days. I don't know exactly how I helped them? In what way? Hahaha! I've shared them some of my codes here in my blog and yes! It helped them a lot. Finally, we're designing the web the whole day. We work as a team, some were good in using Photoshop. The other member is responsible for slicing the parts in Photoshop and putting URLs in it. The two of us are the encoder, we design the web using CSS codes and JavaScript. It was hard, though provider lang ako ng codes :) I don't want to interfere her. The five of us stayed in the ComLab until late in the evening. Oooh! I want to sleep that time, I'm scared of ghosts or some else O.o But we have no choice. Tomorrow is the big day, konti pa lang nagagawa namin. We're on rush! And then, when we finished in by the next day, we need to go to the said place to submit our work. We ate at KFC (yum. my favorite!) :D then we just checked our work and finalize it. After a few hours of waiting, the judges will judge the works of different schools that joined in the said competition. Later on, blah blah blah. The judge announced the three winners. And guess what? We've won! Champion in hand-coding. LOL! :D The sleepless nights is worth. Thank you Lord! :) Sorry if I make it short already. I'm lazy :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6779253278643872557?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6779253278643872557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/04/web-designing-competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6779253278643872557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6779253278643872557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/04/web-designing-competition.html' title='Web designing competition'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-3281480799119126861</id><published>2010-02-14T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:39:11.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniors Ball '10</title><content type='html'>Sorry kung ngayon lang yung blog post ko. Busy kasi saka tinatamad ako O.o Haha! Oh well. Naging maganda naman yung Prom namin although di ko siya ganun na-enjoy dahil sa haba ng gown ko ToT In fairness muka akong tao nung naayusan, haha! &gt;:D Pag labas namin ni Rona sa kotse nila. Kanchaw na agad inabot ko. Bakit ba? XP Sabay okray ng Flower Girl daw ako. Tama ba yun? Haha! Wag na wag lang sila magpapakita sakn. After that, pumasok na rin ako. Para makapag-register na, di ko expect na si Chabby ang Prom date ko. Mas babae pa siya sakn kumilos :D Halip na ako yung nakahawak sa kanya, siya ang nakahawak sakn. Bale parang ako yung naging lalaki at siya ang babae. Kamusta naman yun? (: Mas mahinhin pa siya sakn kumilos. Haha! Feel na feel pa namin yung paglalakad sa red carpet na ubod ng liit. Di ko nga napansing red pala siya. Haha! Buhay nga naman. Pag dating namin, kumain na agad kami. Nahirapan ako maglakad :\ Talaga naman! After kumain nagpapictorial na kami. Oha sosyaal (: Dyahe nga lang kasi may ibang section ee. Syempre mawawala ba ang picture dito at picture doon. Then afterward, nanood na din kaming cotillion, sayang di ko naman na-video. Pagtapos sila pakilala, dun na nagstart yung sayawan. PARTY PEOPLE na kami, paang disco. Kung alam ko lang edi sana nakapag-prepare ako maigi. Nakakatuwa lang kasi yung iba nag-paa na para makakilos ng ayos, yung iba naman walang paki kung maapakan at masira ang gown basta nagsusumayaw maigi. Haha! Mga kalokohan nga naman. Tapos biglang sisingit ang fireworks display, darn it. Di ko din na-videohan kasi nasa bag yung digicam ko. Epal O.o Super! Ang ganda pa naman. Remembrance na sana yun ee. Pagtapos nun ayun tuloy pa rin yung sayawan hanggang sa matapos, sumakit ng bongga yung paa ko saka balikat. Bakit kaya? :\ Oh well. Enjoy din naman kahit super haggard. Magandang memory sa pagiging 4th year, balik sa pagiging bruha na naman kami :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy Hearts Day everyone :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Naka-chucks po ako nung Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat kay: Rona, Kia, Lola ni Rona, Ebio, Chabby, Jhaymark, Roger sa pagalalay sakn nung Prom :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-3281480799119126861?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3281480799119126861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/02/seniors-ball-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3281480799119126861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3281480799119126861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/02/seniors-ball-10.html' title='Seniors Ball &apos;10'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-5206348873597464536</id><published>2010-01-28T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:39:28.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagalingan ;)</title><content type='html'>Too bad di kami nakasama sa Eliminations. Five lang kasi ang kukunin, pang-walo kami. Grr &gt;.&lt; Oh well! Okay na din naman, happy na ko na we give our best para makasama sa Eliminations and guess what? Dami naming audience impact :) Thank you sa mga nag-cheer. Zirconium loves you :* Expect nila na kami yung magchachampion sa Finals. Pero super iba yung mga nangyari T.T &lt;i&gt;sigh&lt;/i&gt;. Over-all na sana kami. Naa, atleast panalo yung Singing duet at solo namin. Siguro God knows what is the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Darn! Malapit na Prom namin &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-5206348873597464536?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5206348873597464536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/01/pagalingan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5206348873597464536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/5206348873597464536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/01/pagalingan.html' title='Pagalingan ;)'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-7469955711440604471</id><published>2010-01-03T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:05:08.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For students</title><content type='html'>Dear student,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that you're tired. I tell you, drop your book and rest for a while. Why worry too much about the fight? Smile. Be confident. All you have to do is to prepare well and be in school. Then, against the hundred questions that will try to destroy you, there I'll stand and rescue you. Passing the subjects requires not only me nor you, but rather me and you. Just do your best and I'll take care of the rest. Okay? Drop your worries and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your teacher,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-7469955711440604471?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7469955711440604471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-students.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7469955711440604471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7469955711440604471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-students.html' title='For students'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-6658774783089019745</id><published>2009-12-17T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:35:57.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the band</title><content type='html'>Okay. So today was &lt;u&gt;Imus Institute's Battle of the band&lt;/u&gt;, may nalalaman pang ganun noh? Haha! Well. After Christmas Party talaga siya ginaganap [: First time ko ata manuod ngayon ng ganun. Tamad kasi ee, haha! Very happy ako ngayon, feel ko ang happiness ng bongga. I'm with my closest friends kaya nagin ganun saka yung mga CAT Platoon Leaders namin, well some of them. Yung mga naging tropa lang namin, ang kukulit nga nila ee. Todo sa bonding and hell yea, todo sa picture! Haha. Halos lahat na ata ng pwedeng papicturan naggawa na namin. Nakakatuwa, even sa school guard na we just saw him standing under the tree, nagsitakbuhan kami dun para magpapicture. Oha sikat siya? :D Ayee siguro tuwa din siya. Pati sa rooming guard namin and watda! Pati kay Mam Monroy. Very strict sa guidance namin &gt;:]] Kala namin magagalit ee, yun pala camera lang magpapasmile dun. &lt;i&gt;Ang saklap!&lt;/i&gt; After that, we waited for how many hours to finish the Battle of the band. Wew! Suddenly while walking pauwi, sumabay si Smaylee. Ssshh! Idol ko na nagdrop na, haha! She's nice din kasi kaya siguro naging kras ko yun :&gt; Ayee. No malicious or violent reactions please, haha! While walking papuntang &lt;u&gt;Mini Stop&lt;/u&gt; kasi nga mang-ttreat si kikijen ng ice cream, pinasan niya pa nga ko pero saglit lang, kahiya ee. Haha! I was starving na that time, wew :l Pigilan na lang. After that mejo nagpahuli ako para masabayan si Smayleee, chika syempre kasi aalis na siya ee &gt;..&lt; Huhu! Grr. Buti na lang she's with us, nakapag-bonding tuloy kami kahit saglit lang, right? After makapag-treat si kikijen ng ice cream. tambay muna sa Plaza ng Imus [= Kwentuhan at kulitan. As usual lagi naman ee then lakad papuntang Lotus Mall. Para TUMAMBAY lang! Kaadikan. Haha! Wala na ko energy, ima staving na kasi. And yea finally, uwian na din after 30 minutes. I end my day having lot of pictures with my kras. Haha! Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-6658774783089019745?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6658774783089019745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/12/battle-of-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6658774783089019745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/6658774783089019745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/12/battle-of-band.html' title='Battle of the band'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-8157960933762778906</id><published>2009-12-14T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:32:35.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2nkoor7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222;font-family:'CENTURY GOTHIC';font-size:20px;"&gt;You &lt;b&gt;CAPTURE&lt;/b&gt; my &lt;blink&gt;HEART&lt;/blink&gt; [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#222;font-family:'CENTURY GOTHIC';font-size:xx-small;"&gt;di ako in love. ang cute lang nung image, kayy?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-8157960933762778906?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8157960933762778906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8157960933762778906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/12/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/2nkoor7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-8942716043582027464</id><published>2009-12-13T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:38:28.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Plurk!</title><content type='html'>Yehey! I've made my new post again. Pero chika lang toh [= Haha! I'm getting addicted sa Plurk. Napapansin ko lang this past few days, everytime na magcocomputer ako, Plurk agad unang binibisita ko. Dati naman hindi, Friendster agad [: Siguro it was just Friendster is getting lame and Plurk is getting cool XP Buong mag-araw ako nagpPlurk. Halip na magreview ako for my Periodic Exam, Plurk ang inaatupag ko. Blah blah blah, sa morning bago ko umalis sa amin, nagcocomputer ako para i-update yung Plurk ko. Syempre to get more Karma, right? Goal ko kasi maka-100. Pero *sigh, pahirapan pa CX As of now. Eto pa lang nakukuha kong badge sa Plurk. Hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/9e634254053efe3a9fdb009808103cae.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/077e5b582bf66c703c3846247155d68d.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://statics.plurk.com/4d3ffc7793ac28b5d22bb71c5c7e66dd.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one, the red star is for inviting over 50 users. The second one which is the yin-yang thingy is because I've reached Plurk's Nirvana. And the last one, for having more than 50 fans [: I've unlocked exclusive emoticons for having high karma on Plurk, recruiting over 10 friends and for reaching Plurk's Nirvana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-8942716043582027464?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8942716043582027464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-plurk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8942716043582027464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/8942716043582027464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-plurk.html' title='Oh Plurk!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-480673040540770888</id><published>2009-12-03T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:38:23.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zirconium C:</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Nag-swimming&lt;/u&gt; kami this November 29. Huraay! Sorry for the late entry, I'm too tired to make a new blog post or even i-open yung computer namin :l Bagsak na bagsak kasi ako sa pagod. Di naman ako lumangoy, haha! CX Buset. Bonggang bonding ang ginagawa ng new section ko C: Syempre, minsan lang magka-Zirconium sa section sa history ng Imus Institute. Oha! Kaya dapat maging maganda yung section na Zirconium. Masaya naman yung swimming namin kahit 19 lang kami, pero mas the best kung mas madami. Para masaya talaga, wrong timing kasi. Mga walang pera saka di pinayagan yung iba &gt;_&lt; So what do we expect? No choice talaga. Di bale marami pa naman next time, kasama namin si Sir Red. Ang aming butihing adviser, in fairness sarap niya kasama. Haha! Sunday, 7am DAW magkikita, pero Filipino time. 8:30 na kami nakaalis. &lt;i&gt;kamusta naman yun db?&lt;/i&gt;. Di mawawala mga ViP at makukupad kumilos. Haha! Pag dating dun, di na nagpatumpik-tumpik pa. Nagbayad na kami entrance sabay swimming na! Syempre Kumain muna ko para di magutom, haha! Saka para wala na ring kaagaw &lt;i&gt;mautak si SuperKim CX&lt;/i&gt;. So ayun, after that naki-swimming na din ako. Sa Circle Island nga pala ang aming destination, ayos lang dun. Maganda naman, kaso ang lalim ng pool. Sa liit ng height ko, di ko abot. Haha! &lt;i&gt;buset yun aa?&lt;/i&gt;. Oh well, anjan naman ang mga classmate ko na umalalay sakn at naging salbabida ko. &lt;i&gt;salamat&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;Earl&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;i&gt;haha!&lt;/i&gt; Oh yan special mention pa siya. Tsk! XD Sarap mag-slide. Maglaban sa pool or what else? Hmm. Kagatan pa nga sila sa pool, ayun pati ako nakagat ng bongga. Kaadikan ng mga mababait ko na classmate, kulit ee C: Nagkapasa tuloy ako &lt;i&gt;wew naman, wawa.&lt;/i&gt; Remembrance daw, haha! Buset masakit siya :D Ayun bonding na lang kami sa pool. May lilim naman dun ee, siguro mga 4:30 uwian na kame, aga noh? May next destination pa kasi yung iba saka syempre para maiwasan ang pagiging late na umuwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/30trlg5.jpg"&gt; kiemx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-480673040540770888?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/480673040540770888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/12/zirconium-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/480673040540770888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/480673040540770888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/12/zirconium-c.html' title='Zirconium C:'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/30trlg5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-1275737470433492678</id><published>2009-11-20T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:39:16.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Week</title><content type='html'>Today is our &lt;u&gt;English week celebration&lt;/u&gt;. I don't know how and when did it started, oh well. Even though the students are not well prepared about the said event &lt;i&gt;kinaya pa rin namin na makasali @ mag-effort&lt;/i&gt;. Full effort and lots of timeare given to it. Kahit pa umuuwi kami this week ng super late. Haaiy, sad to say di naman nanalo. Oh well life is all about losing and winning &lt;i&gt;pagbigyan na!&lt;/i&gt; Hehe :D Speech choir, news casting, story role playing and comical song are the events na pwede salihan. Halos lahat naman ng students sinalihan nila yun eh C: I belong sa comical song. Hot 'N Cold is the chosen song para i-act namin. Pero suddenly di naman ako nakasali. Personal reason, Sshh. Secret ko :D Haha! Kahit umuwi kami ng late for the awarding. Masaya naman kami kasi sama sama pa rin kami. Sabi nga nila: &lt;U&gt;One love, One section. Zirconium!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/30trlg5.jpg"&gt; kiemx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-1275737470433492678?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1275737470433492678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/11/english-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1275737470433492678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1275737470433492678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/11/english-week.html' title='English Week'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/30trlg5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-2047022155220993231</id><published>2009-11-13T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:39:19.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trip sa Capinpin, Rizal '09</title><content type='html'>Okay so here we go. Our field trip was great, it was very challenging though nakakapagod din. 5am ang time arrival namin sa school and 6am aalis na yung bus namin. We're bus #7 ~ Zirconium @ Bismuth ang magkasama. While we're on the way papuntang Capinpin, Rizal. Our tourist guide namely Sir Frank, Mam Jes and Sir ___ &lt;i&gt;I forgot his name&lt;/i&gt; Do the honor to entertain us. Then lately, hinayaan na muna nila kaming mag-ipon ng energy para di kami agad mapagod. 2 hours and about how many minutes ang estimated time nila bago kami makapunta sa place. While they're some are asleep, busy kakatext kami naman busy kakain :D Ang haba ng byahe na nakatulog na ko't lahat lahat, watda! Malayo pa rin kami. Tsk! Ganun pala kalayo ang Rizal sa Cavite. Haha! [= After a few hours, finaally! Nakarating na din kami sa destination namin, we are heading through &lt;u&gt;The home of the Jungle fighters&lt;/u&gt; Coooool :3 Daming soldiers dun &amp;&amp; woa. Ang tikas nila saka super brave to fight. They had a warm welcoming to us, marami kaming activities na naggawa ng soldiers, like yung pag crawl sa loob ng tunnel, pag sampa sa pader :D pag gapang sa putik, pag akyat akyat kung saan saan. Haha! Many to mention. I've tried them all, sayang din yung experience. Gusto ko yung pag gapang sa putik saka yung pag tulay sa river using lubid lang, the best part of it. Enjoy ko super kahit masakit sa katawan, then after nun. Kumain muna kami ng mga ka-bus ko ng lunch sa grass. Sa salo-salo kaming kumain, then after nun pinaligo muna kami saglit kasi puro putik na nga kami &lt;i&gt;kadiri naman kung sasakay kami sa bus na ganun&lt;/i&gt;. Then we move to our next destination, some where in Capinpin, Rizall too. Kweba naman ang pinasok naman. Dun sumakit ng todo katawan ko, ang hirap kaya. Ang haba ng nilakad naman, sabi nga namin &lt;i&gt;ahh siguro eto yung 1 hour na sinasabi bago pumunta sa kweba&lt;/i&gt; Lols C: Naka-tsinelas pa naman kami, pag pasok namin sa kweba, Ang lamig sa loob kahit dang init ng panahon saka dang dilim pa, buti na lang may flash light yung iba. Kinakabahan ako habang nasa loob kasi nakakatakot, eek! Buti na lang walang paniki, sa kabilang kweba pa pala yun, kung hindi paktay na o.O Lumubog pa ko sa putik na di ko na matagal tsinelas ko. So kinamay ko na yung tsinelas ko sa putik @ naglakad ng naka-paa. Lols! Madami din pala kaming naka-paa na naglakad. Haha! After that nakalabas na din kami, nakaraos pero makita niyo naman itsura namin &lt;i&gt;super haggard look&lt;/i&gt;. Haha! C: Then pinaghugas kami ng tourist guide namin sa ilog, kasi puro putik na talaga paa namin even mga damit at legs namin. So yaun, pahinga muna konti sa bus at binigyan ng time to buy some souvenir or whatever. I enjoyed it a lot, nakakapagod very masaya. Unique experience na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/30trlg5.jpg"&gt; kiemx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-2047022155220993231?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2047022155220993231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/11/field-trip-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/2047022155220993231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/2047022155220993231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/11/field-trip-09.html' title='Field trip sa Capinpin, Rizal &apos;09'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/30trlg5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-141150154916008366</id><published>2009-10-18T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T04:19:04.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to DLSU-D</title><content type='html'>We went to La Salle Dasma lately. Wala bigla lang nagkayayaan kaya trip to La Salle. Haha! Supposedly dapat 9 am kami aalis pero Filipino time talaga, 11am na kami nakumpleto. We waited for two hours! Kung sino pa yung mga lalaki sila pa yung makupad kumilos, they're not supposed to be with us going to La Salle. Di sila included, pero biglang sumama. So wala magagawa but to wait them. While nasa jeep kami di maiwasang may makitang ibang tao at magkaroon ng pintas. Di rin maiwasang di makatulog dahil sa di malabanan ang antok After 1 hour, nakarating na din kami sa La Salle, we expect na makakapasok kami sa loob but uh? What happen? Haha! Bawal kami pumasok kasi yung form nasa guard na agad. Aww, too bad. Better luck next time Haha! LOL. So naglakad na lang kami papuntang UMC ba yun? I forgot the hospital name sa La Salle, as usual. Madaming puno Sabi nga ni pareng loraine &lt;i&gt;"Thousand of trees"&lt;/i&gt; Oha. Buti na lang mabait yung guard dun, so pinapasok kami. Eh di naman kami sanay, so ayun. Naligaw pa kami nung una, sabay nagtanong na lang kami Nakakuha na din kami ng form para sa nursing. And success, sabay punta sa SM Dasma para kumain at gumala, halos nalibot na namin siya kasi maaga pa para umuwi. As we stroll, dami din namin nakitang schoolmates namin na galing din palang La Salle. I had so much fun with them. Next time na lang daw ulit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-141150154916008366?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/141150154916008366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-la-salle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/141150154916008366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/141150154916008366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-la-salle.html' title='Trip to DLSU-D'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-7814638784194564793</id><published>2009-10-08T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T04:17:38.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science fair 2009</title><content type='html'>Mejo boring yung &lt;b&gt;science fair&lt;/b&gt; this year. Inactive kasi yung mag third year ngayon. Ang aarte nung iba, di tuloy kami nag-enjoy masyado. Yellow team kami, pang cluster number seven. Kasama namin yung ibang sections tulad ng 3-Argon, 3-Bismuth at 1-Einstein. Pero naiinis ako, kasi parang hindi kami &lt;s&gt;team&lt;/s&gt;. Nakakainis sila kasi wala silang pakisama at may sariling mundo. Monkeys! Yung mga natandaan ko lang na games sa event ay yung chem-olympics, titik-ko-dukutin-mo, obstacle, tower boom, don't break my egg, till drops, sagot ko-ihihiga-ko, relay, stock-o, rocket, remember chem, card castle. Nakaka-enjoy yung ibang games. Rain or shine tuloy na tuloy kami. Kasali ako sa sagot ko-ihihiga-ko, anim dapat yung maglalaro kasi magfoform kami ng mga letters. Masaya siya kahit nakakakaba at mahirap mag-isip ng isasagot. Hindi ako prepared, kaya hindi nakapag-review. Ang nadukot kung team captain namin ay si mam andrade. Buti na lang kundi disqualify kami. Humihiga kami sa field na puro tubig at putik kasi umuulan pero nakakatuwa. Pangfourth lang kami, pero masaya kasi may bago akong kaibigan na ka-team ko. Kung hindi madaming nagtie na score, pasok sana kami sa winners. Nagpalit agad ako ng damit at nagpatuyo pagkatapos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-7814638784194564793?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7814638784194564793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/science-fair-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7814638784194564793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/7814638784194564793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/science-fair-09.html' title='Science fair 2009'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-3920440222768726753</id><published>2009-10-04T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:33:42.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babae nga naman.</title><content type='html'>1.    Pa-conyo- sila yung super vain na kala mo everyday is “foundation day.” Magaling mag-ingles, hindi umiinom ng house water sa fastfood at kung magbihis e kala mo parating may party. Sila rin yung aakitin ka, pero hindi bibigay....agad. Kailangan ng matinding humor kung talagang trip na trip mo sya iuwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Top-of-the-line sosyalera- Sila yung mga pinanganak na may gintong kutsara sa bibig. Lumaki sa aircon, straight English kung magsalita pero mahilig din silang magmarunong na magaling silang mag-Tagalog pero ang sama talaga pakinggan. Di nakakarelate sa mga kanto jokes, nagtatawanan  na ang mga tao di pa din nila nagegets yung joke. Lumaki raw sila sa kalye playing street games. Pero alam nyo kung ano yun? Street hockey, soccer, baseball, etc. Pffft! Batang kalye nga. Mahirap abutin. Pero kung masusungkit, pwede rin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Feeling. or Illusionaries, mga mahilig mag-ilusyon na magaganda sila at may sinasabi sa buhay. Pinsan si ganito, kilala si ganyan, may lupain sa hibok-hibok para ma-impress lang ang kausap. Sila ata ang tinutukoy ng Parokya sa kanta nilang, “Silvertoes.” Madaling kausap at minsan, isang sabi lang, gora na yan... walang paliguy-ligoy pa. 10/11 ang drama, sa sampung sinabi labing-isa mali. Dagdag-bawas magkwento kaya ingat lang lalo na kung kiss and tell sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    One-of-the-boys. Sila yung “ideal bestfriend.” Cowboy ba... Pwedeng biru-biruin, masarap kasama sa inuman, naiintindihan ang kalokohan at kaberdehan ng kalalakihan, madalas gumamit ng “tsong” at “pare” pag kausap  mo. Pero sila rin yung hindi  nagsasalita sa totoong nararamdaman nila. Ingat din ang mga boys sa mga ganitong girls- lalo na pag nahuhulog na pala sa inyo. Kawawa sila pag nasaktan. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.     Girlfriend-material. Sila yung sa unang tingin pa lang ng boys, abot-langit na ang respeto. Sila yung mga simpleng babaeng matipid ngumiti, makikipag-kwentuhan pero hindi may mystique pa rin. Na-c-curious ang mga lalaki kung anong meron sa kanila that they keep on looking for more of that person. Minsan ang hirap kausap dahil pabago bago ng isip. Usually, sila ang naliligawan, sinusuyo hanggang mapa-oooohh... OO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Man-hater. Sa una, mapagkakamalan mo silang tibo dahil sobra silang “boyish.” Defense mechanism nila yun dahil galit sila sa past experience nila with an EX. Takot na daw sila masaktan. Mahirap din silang getlakin dahil matatakot ka sa kasungitan nila. Ang hindi mo alam, kulit lang ang katapat.  Bibigay din yan. Pero syempre, sa mga lalaki, dapat armed ka with sympathy, timing and humor.  Kahit hindi ka masyadong pogi, basta meron ka nito- malaki na ang chance mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Pa-Girl.  OA sa pagka girl, mayat-maya ang retouch inaabot ng 30mins sa CR kahit nasa mall kayo suklay ng suklay ng buhok, mayat maya nananalamin. Super freak-out sa kaarteyhan. Malakas mag react ng “yuck!! Or eewwww” kapag nakakarinig ng mga maseselang usapin. Di nila gets o maapreciate ang ibang mga bagay bagay. Di mo alam kung makitid lang talaga utak nila o talagang slow sila makagets.. Basta ang hirap nila ispelengin!!!  Ang masama eh kung 30 yrs old na pagirl pa din...  awts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    Super Friendly. By the word itself, friendly siya sa lahat. Napakabait, Napakadaling i-aproach napakalawak ng pang-unawa on things. Masarap hingan ng payo. Pero minsan namimisinterpret ng iba. Aakalain ng guy na may gusto sa kanya si super friendly. Lalo na sa pagmimisinterpret sa kanila ng girls dahil pinagchichismisan sya ng masama, siguro kinaiinggitan kasi. Ang hirap din minsan ng masyadong mabait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    Doble-Kara.  Eto yung matino or mataray pag normal, pero pag nakainom eh bigla na lang sasayaw sa ibabaw ng mesa, or iiyak ng walang malinaw na dahilan, or magiging robot na hindi na alam ang nangyayari, gumagalaw lang pero di nagrerespond sa kapwa, meron ding biglang nang aaway pa. Nakakatakot sila painumin kasi nakakahiya sila kasama pag nalasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.    Ms. Know-it-All.Gusto nilang i-impress ang lahat ng tao- especially ang mga kalalakihan, thinking na ma-g-getsung nila ito. They think na mas matalino sila sa guy at kaya nila itong paikutin. Pero wag ka. A good guy can recognize a smart girl. Boys, ingat sa mga tulad nila dahil yung pagka-Know-it-all ay pwedeng mauwi sa paninira sa ibang tao at mga buhol-buhol na kasinungalingan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.    Problematic. Sila yung mga girls na kala mo kailangan lagi ng karamay o mag-aalaga sa kanila. Pa-emo minsan.. Hanap lagi yung instant Knight-in-Shining-Armour. Dapat mag-ingat ang mga girls na ganito dahil pag problemado sila, mas madaling nakaka-score ang mga kalalakihan lalo na yung magagaling mambola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.    Babaeng-Bakla. Isa sa pinakagusto kong personality ng babae. Tipong laughtrip lagi pag kasama mo.. Hindi maarte, bulgar kung bulgar magsalita pero nasa timing. Punong puno ng humor.  At minsan kung pikon ka maiinis ka sa pang-ookray niya pero ok lang yun lambing lang niya iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.    Silent but deadly.  Maria Clara ang datingan, Di sila masyadong palakibo, or masalita. Kung magsasalita man eh parang sila lang nakakarinig sa sinasabi nila. Pero wag matahin... Nasa loob ang kulo nila. Talagang mabibigla ka sa matutuklasan mong ibang side ng girl na ito....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.    Camwhore. Wala naman kinalaman to about sa pagkarir, share ko lang.. Sila yung kahit saan mapunta eh magpipicture ng sarili niya maya’t maya.  Kahit di na sa kanya yung celfone puro mukha na nia ang laman. Iba-ibang anggulo pa pero magulo naman karamihan ng kuha. Pipiliting iphotoshop pero lalo lang sumasama. Tapos yung karamihang kuha naman eh nakaside lang yung mukha. Nakakapeke kasi ang ganung posing, nakakapagpaganda. Tapos di pa makukuntento may mga kuha ding nasa taas yung cam and nakaside pa din. Kasi nakakapayat yun, diba? Uuuyyy gagawin na nila yan lagi hehehe.. Daming picture sa fs, fb or multiply na puro mukha lang naman... na naka-side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.   Flexible. Eto yung girl na akala mo sa unang tingin, di mo mareach mukhang snobbish, and maselan, pero pag nakuha mo ang loob at nakilala mo ng husto eh di pala maarte co-boy din sya na hindi one of d boys.  Kahit saan nakakarating mula Rockwell hanggang Divisoria. Walang arte, Kakain kahit saan mapa Fridays or fishbolls sa kalsada. Ang sarap magkaroon ng girlfriend na tulad nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.   Flirt. In tagalog, Malandi, Syota ng bayan.... game! Kadalasang sila yung mga liberated, bombshell na talagang pansinin manamit, magsalita, at kumilos. Madaling pumatol lalo na kung gwapo or mayaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! THiS CAUGHT MY ATTENTiON. OH LAM NiYO NA SAAN KAYO? :)&lt;br /&gt;FROM &lt;a href="http://www.friendstertalk.com/"&gt;FTALK&lt;/a&gt; *wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/30trlg5.jpg"&gt; kiemx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-3920440222768726753?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3920440222768726753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/babae-nga-naman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3920440222768726753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/3920440222768726753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/babae-nga-naman.html' title='Babae nga naman.'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/30trlg5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-818248468559591827</id><published>2009-10-03T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T04:10:38.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without school</title><content type='html'>How many weeks did our school suspended our class. For about two weeks and how many days. First it was fun, no school for today and no school works bothering me or even home work. But now, I really missed going to school. I miss my classmates and I miss my friends. However, I don't like going to school but staying at home bores me a lot. I always do the same thing everyday when I woke up in the morning. I wish Monday will have classes already. Because of this, there's a big possibility that there would have no sembreak. Our field trip which is supposedly be on October 2 had been suspended &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. Excited pa naman ako mag hiking. Di na natuloy i-deliver ng FedEx yung digicam ko. How I wish things would be back to normal. The weather ruined everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-818248468559591827?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/818248468559591827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-wo-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/818248468559591827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/818248468559591827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-wo-school.html' title='Life without school'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-4097045558461202107</id><published>2009-10-01T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T04:06:52.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so ordinary day</title><content type='html'>Hindi ordinary yung araw kasi pinaglinis kasi ako ng tita ko ngayon ng mga bag para daw may silbi naman ang almost one week na wala kaming pasok at hindi puro pagcocomputer na lang ang inaatupag ko sa araw-araw. Tama naman siya kaya sumunod na lang ako. Naglinis nga ko ng mga bag ko, siguro mga pito yung nilabahan ko na bag. Madami yun para sa akin. Ang hirap magkuskos ng bag, yung kamay ko yung nalalabahan. Haha isang bag pa lang nalalabahan ko pero parang susuko na agad ako. Napapagod na agad ako, ang sakit sa kamay at likod. Di pa rin ako sumuko hanggang sa matapos ko linisin at banlawan yung mga bag ko. Lalagnatin nga ata ako pagkatapos. Tita ko na yung pinagsampay ko ng mga bag kasi bukod sa pagod na ko, di ko pa abot yung sampayan. Ginawa kong pangdilig ng halaman yung pinaglabahan ko, hindi ko alam kung namatay na yung halaman pagkatapos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-4097045558461202107?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4097045558461202107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-so-ordinary-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4097045558461202107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4097045558461202107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-so-ordinary-day.html' title='Not so ordinary day'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-4750992517231230202</id><published>2009-09-10T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T04:02:14.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pageant ng Imus Institute</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Mr. and Ms. II '09 and it was held on II's Gymnasium Nueno around 5:00pm-11:00pm :) So as filipino time 6:00pm na nagstrat yung pageant. Lols! Bongaa nga yung ayos ng stage pati yung mga lights, parang nasa disco. Haha! XD Well as usual super daming tao kasi halos lahat nanuod kagabi then sinabayan pa ng punta nung mga last year na grumaduate. Over load talaga yung gym sa Nueno pero masaya :) As the event started. Ang daming magulo, ang iingay kasi sinisigaw yung mga bet nila na manalo. Sa sobrang dami ng tao ang tendency tuloy nakatayo kami. Imagine ilang hours kami nakatayo doon? For about 6 hours? Lol =)) sakit tuloy ng paa ko pati katawan. Nung pinakita na yung video or presentation ng pictures ng candidates, mejo tumahimik tapos nagsitayuan na sila para makita ng ayos. Ilang oras pa lang damang dama ko na yung init @ pawis, daig ko pa yung naligo, ang lagkit tuloy sa katawan :| err. Tapos nung presentation ng mga pictures, nagsigawan na kami halos kasi isa isa ng lumabas yung mga kasali sa pageant, super ganda nila. Di ko na nga sila makilala sa sobrang ganda :) Nawili tuloy ako manood. Ang gaganda ng costumes nila kasi yung unang concept anime then after magpakilala ng mga candidates, may sumayaw munang modern kasi magpapalit ulit sila ng dress, how sad di ko na-videohan. Nakakatamad kasi XD next time na lang siguro. Ayun pinakilala na yung mga judges, I wonder saan naman nila nahalukay yun? Peace. Ayun continuation na ulit ng magrampa ng candidates, too make it short, una nka-anime sila, second nka-gown, third naka-pang native na suot then naka-pang uniform na II. Cooool XD Ay meron pa pala, casual wear (: Nakalimutan ko kung sino yung nanala sa Mr. and Ms. Photogenic, sana may crowd favorite naman para masaya :) Tahaha! Syempre di maiwasang may mapintasan, yung iba kasi ang panget lumakad, meron naman parang bato lumakad. Haha! :D Peace yow. May nasosobrahan sa kembot, may OA. Basta! Nakakabingi pa yung katabi ko. Yayunel kasi kilig na kilig :D Si She naman ang ingay din, nanay Pat ko na lang saka si Jaz ang di maingay :D Oha. Hehe, nainis ako sa relatives nung isang candidate, not to mention para peace. Pero ito lang masasabi ko sa kanya, "Ang arte mo, nakikipag-away ka sa simpleng bagay, ang babaw mo. Dayo ka lang naman, wag ka kasi mag maganda baka mapahiya ka lang. Ikaw kaya yung korny". Sapul :| Nakaka-highblood eh. Laki ulo mo! Kala mo naman :P Hmm, saan na ba ko? Bigla ko kasi naalala yun. Ayun mejo matagal din yung pageant so nung question and answer na nagyaya na ko umuwi. Anung oras na kasi yun 10pm tapos di pa kami nakain ng dinner. Habang nasa tricycle kami damang dama ko yung pagod kahit nakatayo lang ako. Kainis, papikit-pikit na din ako nun :) Sarap kasi ng hangin. Pagkauwi ko kumain agad ko tapos nagpahinga konti then natulog na din ako, di na ko makakapag-computer kasi baka mawili ako. Gusto ko ng matulog nun. Syempre mawawala ba yung picture? I'll post them SOOOOON :x Shortcut na yung story kung anong ngyari, tinamad na kasi ako. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-4750992517231230202?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4750992517231230202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-and-ms-ii-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4750992517231230202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4750992517231230202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-and-ms-ii-09.html' title='Pageant ng Imus Institute'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-1921215185447548900</id><published>2009-08-26T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T03:58:38.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piknik sa sementeryo</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Friday, August 21&lt;/u&gt; - Natuloy nga yung gala namin ng mga kaibigan ko pero hindi ko inaasahan na mauuwi sa piknik. Nakakahiya man kasi nangbulabog kami sa bahay nina Loraine, din kasi kami nagluto ng pagkain na dadalahin namin para sa piknik. Ang gulo pa namin, ginagawa yung bahay nila. Salamat sa tulong ng kuya niya at may pagkain kami tulad ng sopas, carbonara, chicken fillet, shanghai, talong, fishball, squidballs at kikiam. Natagalan kami sa pagluluto, kasi ang dami namin sa kusina. Nagulat ako kasi sa sementeryo pala kami magpipiknik. Isasabay na din daw yung pagdalaw sa lolo at lola ng kaibigan ko. Sa samson cemetery kami nagpiknik, naglinis kami pagdating namin dun tapos kumain na din kami ng mga bandang 1:30. Masarap kumain kapag gutom ka tapos nakakamay pa. Nagpahinga kami pagkatapos kumain at nagpicture kasi maganda yung lugar, hindi mukang sementeryo muka siyang pasyalan. Haha ang dami naming picture, nag-enjoy din kami magbike. Sa totoo lang ayaw na namin umuwi, kasi ang sarap sa lugar na presko at mahangin. Niluto na namin yung fish ball, squid balls at kikiam bago umuwi. Masaya kaming lahat at busog. Sabay sabay pa rin kami umuwi nina Ajhay, Rosalie, Pat, Ivee, Areej at Sherina. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-1921215185447548900?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1921215185447548900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/barkada-trip_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1921215185447548900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/1921215185447548900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/barkada-trip_26.html' title='Piknik sa sementeryo'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-9045307537058531240</id><published>2009-08-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T03:47:50.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday ba talaga</title><content type='html'>Tapos na yung birthday ko pero naalala ko pa din yung nangyari. Ang bilis bumukas ng mata ko nung birthday ko, wala ng gising gising ng lola ko. Kumain na ko para di ma-late kasi mabagal talaga ako kumilos, feel ko na hindi ordinaryo yung araw na yun. Tiningnan ko yung phone ko na puro greetings sa inbox ko. Nakakatuwa kasi naalala nila yung birthday ko. Unang bumati sa akin si Patricia, nanay nanayan ko, sumunod si Loraine na high school friend ko tapos si Jilian na classmate ko nung fourth year. Nung nakasakay ako sa tricycle, may sumigaw sakin ng "happy birthday" kahit hindi ko nakita kung sino. Weirdo ba siya? Haha kahit nung naglalakad ako papunta sa loob ng school namin puro happy birthday yung naririnig ko, habang nasa locker din ako may nabati sa aking nagdadaan, yung iba hindi ko kilala nakiki-happy birthday lang pero nagpapasalamat na lang ako. Akala ko hindi ako gagawa ng eksena sa room namin, busy kasi yung mga classmate ko sa pinapanood nila sa film showing pero nagulat na lang ako kasi bigla sila kumanta ng happy birthday na parang hindi naman sila happy. Haha nag group hug din sila. Binagyo yung birthday ko, pero pinilit ko maging happy talaga. Hanggang August 22 may bumati sa akin, ang sarap lang magpasalamat sa mga taong nakakaalala ng birthday mo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-9045307537058531240?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/9045307537058531240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-ni-kim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/9045307537058531240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/9045307537058531240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-ni-kim.html' title='Happy birthday ba talaga'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-11307961144552111</id><published>2009-08-03T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T03:35:38.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story telling winning entry</title><content type='html'>A story is all about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom and Dad, I’m coming home, but I’ve a favor to ask. I have a friend I’d like to bring home with me."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," they replied, "we’d love to meet him."&lt;br /&gt;"There’s something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."&lt;br /&gt;"I’m sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."&lt;br /&gt;"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.&lt;br /&gt;"Son," said the father, "you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He’ll find a way to live on his own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn’t know, their son had only one arm and one leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don’t like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren’t as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there’s someone who won’t treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, before we tuck ourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give us the strength we need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!&lt;br /&gt;There’s a miracle called Friendship that dwells in the heart. We don’t know how it happens or when it gets started, but we know the special lift it always brings. And we realize that Friendship Is God’s most precious gift!&lt;br /&gt;Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make us smile and encourage us to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-11307961144552111?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/11307961144552111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/winning-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/11307961144552111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/11307961144552111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/08/winning-entry.html' title='Story telling winning entry'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118378934143448525.post-4716796840758632627</id><published>2009-07-19T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T03:34:32.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First high school friends</title><content type='html'>Nung nag-enroll ako ng high school sa &lt;b&gt;Imus Institute&lt;/b&gt;, nag-iba yung buhay ko. Dun kasi ako nagkaroon ng isip sa mga bagay na hindi ko alam at noon ko lang nalaman, naging malawak yung mundo ko at natuto ako makisama sa mga tao. Habang tumatagal, nakikilala ko yung mga classmates ko pati na din yung dalawang seatmate ko, si Loraine at Rosalie. Hindi ko nga inaasahan na magiging maganda yung &lt;i&gt;friendship&lt;/i&gt; namin. Simula nung araw na yun, sila na yung lagi kong kasama tuwing vacant namin at sabay din kaming tatlo kapag uwian. Si Loraine kasi may parehong ugali ko at kasundo ko sa ibang bagay. Siya din yung unang nag-approach sa akin nung first day of class. Si Rosalie naman lagi kaming sabay umuwi, kasi malapit lang pala sila sa samin. Hindi namin inaakala na magiging friend din namin si Ajhay, nasa first row siya tapos kami sa third row pa. Naging close din namin si Ajhay, kasama na din namin sa tuwing vacant at sa uwian. Simula noong nagkakilala kami nung first year, naging kaibigan ko pa din sila hanggang ngayon at mas tumibay pa yung samahan namin. Mas naging kilala ko pa kasi sila. Lagi kong maaalala kung paano kaming apat nagkakilala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7118378934143448525-4716796840758632627?l=blogampalaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4716796840758632627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-was-enrolled-imus-institute-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4716796840758632627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7118378934143448525/posts/default/4716796840758632627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogampalaya.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-was-enrolled-imus-institute-my.html' title='First high school friends'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849496766523004895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dyA1rhWcHMY/T0i6AmIX9gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sn9i8pRf5xM/s220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
