<?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-9549271</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:20:44.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>explicit liaison...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116587935335549396</id><published>2006-12-12T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:22:33.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smack that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna punch a mirror now, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yahoo! Inc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;deactivated/deleted/terminated/fucked up/whathever my Yahoo! ID lakkee_boy. Now, my contacts are gone and I'm having a hard time adding people up. Even my picture posts at Geocities are gone as well. *Sigh* My new ID by the way is g&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;m&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;p&lt;strong&gt;v&lt;/strong&gt;u&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;f&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt; (encrypted) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll close this blog and open a new one. Since there's nothing much to do this Christmas vacation, I'll layout another. In case you want to make use of this layout, just contact me and we'll make the necessary editing. It's just this morning that I realized that it's way too colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to visit any ASEAN country in the next 4 months. Need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need more is MONEY. Money. $$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're in need of a &lt;strong&gt;web designer&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; layout artist&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; video editor&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; etc.&lt;/strong&gt; feel free to contact me. I just really need money. I won't ask that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're in need of babysitter, janitor, messenger, and the like, don't contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlion shaped Macadamias taste pretty good. So are Russel Stover's Pecan Delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAPE. BAPE. BAPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son wants me to buy him a Wii unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Virtual sons pop up when you feel guilty buying something you want that would cost you much. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating a big bag of Lays alone is unhealthy and painful to the tongue (for some reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a bronze shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116587935335549396?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116587935335549396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116587935335549396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/12/smack-that.html' title='smack that.'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116559405419669402</id><published>2006-12-08T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:18:47.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25,000 word essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flash_component" value="ImageViewer.swc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/PhotoViewer.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="FlashVars" value="flashlet={imageLinkTarget:'_blank',captionFont:'Verdana',titleFont:'Verdana',showControls:true,frameShow:true,slideDelay:5,captionSize:10,captionColor:#663333,titleSize:10,transitionsType:'Fade',titleColor:#663333,slideAutoPlay:false,imageURLs:['http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00707.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00708.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00835.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00836.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00886.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00888.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00891.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00892.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00893.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00893b.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00894.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00894b.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00895.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00896.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00898.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00903.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00904.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00914.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00918.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00919.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00920.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00922.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00923.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00929.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00930.JPG'],slideLoop:false,frameThickness:5,frameColor:#663333,bgColor:#FFcc00,imageCaptions:['Tuition fee increase rally!','I joined them...','Gelyn\'s ice cream treat @ NISMED!','UP\'s varsity bus! (Yeah man!)','Burgoo drawing!','My drawing plus Hamburgoo!','Mah sisters!','Ako apparently.','Sunken Garden.','Ikki at Ako.','Classmates.','Ikki at Ako ulet.','Showes.','Cheesefly.','CAL 205.','Yabang College of Eng\'g!','Bago matulog...','...nakatulog','Bored sila.','Belat!','HOT. The weather.','Cesca.','Angas.','Woah!','Angas p\'re!'],title:'My Own Thousand Words'}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/PhotoViewer.swf" width="400" height="325" quality="high" flashvars="flashlet={imageLinkTarget:'_blank',captionFont:'Verdana',titleFont:'Verdana',showControls:true,frameShow:true,slideDelay:5,captionSize:10,captionColor:#663333,titleSize:10,transitionsType:'Fade',titleColor:#663333,slideAutoPlay:false,imageURLs:['http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00707.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00708.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00835.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00836.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00886.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00888.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00891.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00892.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00893.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00893b.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00894.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00894b.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00895.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00896.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00898.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00903.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00904.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00914.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00918.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00919.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00920.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00922.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00923.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00929.JPG','http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00930.JPG'],slideLoop:false,frameThickness:5,frameColor:#663333,bgColor:#FF9900,imageCaptions:['Tuition fee increase rally!','I joined them...','Gelyn\'s ice cream treat @ NISMED!','UP\'s varsity bus! (Yeah man!)','Burgoo drawing!','My drawing plus Hamburgoo!','Mah sisters!','Ako apparently.','Sunken Garden.','Ikki at Ako.','Classmates.','Ikki at Ako ulet.','Showes.','Cheesefly.','CAL 205.','Yabang College of Eng\'g!','Bago matulog...','...nakatulog','Bored sila.','Belat!','HOT. The weather.','Cesca.','Angas.','Woah!','Angas p\'re!'],title:'My Own Thousand Words'}" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flash_component="ImageViewer.swc"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116559405419669402?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116559405419669402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116559405419669402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/12/25000-word-essay.html' title='25,000 word essay'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116558716424717689</id><published>2006-12-08T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:18:11.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>String sentiment[] = new String[10]</title><content type='html'>/* a couple of things made me post tonight. this is not arranged in order of significance, just whichever comes first to my fingers to type. haha. err, i'll make it ten... */&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentiment[0]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = i learned that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is out of the Christian world. i dunno what religion she transferred. maybe buddhism or &lt;strike&gt;islam&lt;/strike&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentiment[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = thank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for ignoring me. yes. i'm thanking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- for intentionally looking the other way when you saw me walking towards you. &lt;em&gt;kung hindi &lt;strong&gt;mo&lt;/strong&gt; ginawa 'yun sana tinuloy ko pa yung panliligaw ko sa&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. yes, i know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'re taken, but there's something irresistable in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i really really wished to God to make &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do something that will hurt me, which i believe will eventually make me stop. and that was it! i'll keep your contact &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentiment[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = math 17 first long exam. nothing much to say. still disappointed;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentiment[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = finally, after a year or two of planning, we finally had the time we've been longing to have. uh huh. nikki and i (and her mom) spent some "quality time" at the block. haha. yeah. i'm really really happy. &lt;strike&gt;pictures to follow tomorrow morning&lt;/strike&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentiment[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = the other night, i had a hard time going to sleep so i scanned through my cabinet and found, yes, Lego. 5 hours of lego + an hour of sleep = 13 quick naps during &lt;strike&gt;Kas 2&lt;/strike&gt;, Bio 1 and Math 17. pretty cool, huh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentiment[5]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = *sentiment[4] (pointer to sentiment[4], meaning related) i'm planning to have this new segment in my blog "Box-an Mo!" where i'm going to take snaps of some of my boxes here every week, enumerate the contents (and give some info). this would be very helpful because i will be able to find old sentimental stuff (and throw away clutter) hehe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentiment[7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = my plans this vacation? buy a domain name and webspace .: frequent Samuel &amp; Kevin and Zara .: create a breathtaking presentation for Kas 2 .: spend quality time with family .: save money for /@^%**&lt; .: do "the Math" .: backup, reformat, reorganize .: make something for nikki .: spend some time with nikki;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentiment[8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = i miss my CS 11 classmates. i want to hang out with them. same is true with my bestfriends! (christmas @ rockwell, don't forget);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentiment[9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = yeah. the lacanilao residence is full since my sister is back from an asia-pacific business conference. &lt;strike&gt;talking 'bout pasalubongs&lt;/strike&gt; *cough*;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentiment[10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = \0 (null terminator);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// &lt;strike&gt;pictures will follow tomorrow&lt;/strike&gt;. i'll have them &lt;strike&gt;organized and&lt;/strike&gt; captioned first. have a great evening folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System.exit(0);&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116558716424717689?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116558716424717689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116558716424717689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/12/string-sentiment-new-string10.html' title='String sentiment[] = new String[10]'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116481584945384108</id><published>2006-11-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:13:10.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'tri'-cycle</title><content type='html'>i just had the best chatting experience of my life. i know you don't know my blog so i had the courage to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: hey&lt;br /&gt;she: listen&lt;br /&gt;she: sorry&lt;br /&gt;she: about the other&lt;br /&gt;she: day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha. nothing important.&lt;/strong&gt; (jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: and we haven't talked this much when we were classmates&lt;br /&gt;she: we sat far from each other&lt;br /&gt;she: hehe&lt;br /&gt;me: honga&lt;br /&gt;me: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there you go mr. sunshine.&lt;/strong&gt; (jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: uh&lt;br /&gt;me: can you keep a secret?&lt;br /&gt;she: uh,&lt;br /&gt;she: yeah&lt;br /&gt;she: fellow isko&lt;br /&gt;me: hehe&lt;br /&gt;she: but&lt;br /&gt;she: seriously&lt;br /&gt;she: yeah&lt;br /&gt;me: okay&lt;br /&gt;me: i liked you&lt;br /&gt;me: kaso you have a boyfriend so that's impossible&lt;br /&gt;she: haha&lt;br /&gt;she: but we can be friends though&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah. sana you won't take it against me. hehe. nasabi ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;she: no, iwon't thank you for being honest&lt;br /&gt;she: but i'd like to know you better though&lt;br /&gt;she: ok with you?&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah. i agree&lt;br /&gt;me: so maybe we can go have lunch together sometime&lt;br /&gt;me: friendly lunch&lt;br /&gt;me: if that's ok&lt;br /&gt;she: sure!&lt;br /&gt;she: i'd like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there. i said it. &lt;/strong&gt;(jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: music, anything Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;she: i like fall out boy!&lt;br /&gt;she: dance dance&lt;br /&gt;me: sweet jesus! i'm beginning to like you more!&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;me: sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;me: whoa!&lt;br /&gt;she: im sure there are a lot of girls like me&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;she: well&lt;br /&gt;she: probably not like&lt;br /&gt;she: me&lt;br /&gt;she: haha&lt;br /&gt;me: pero, god! i like girls who like fall out boy. really. haha. (that's a mortal sin in your case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall out boy + you = love &lt;/strong&gt;(jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: saang univ's ka pa nagtake ng exam?&lt;br /&gt;she: ateneo and dlsu&lt;br /&gt;she: kaw?&lt;br /&gt;me: dlsu and ust&lt;br /&gt;she: i was already enrolled in ateneo&lt;br /&gt;she: then&lt;br /&gt;me: wowh!?&lt;br /&gt;she: i changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;me: then?&lt;br /&gt;me: enroled, as in paid enrolment?&lt;br /&gt;she: ID&lt;br /&gt;she: enrolled&lt;br /&gt;she: haha&lt;br /&gt;me: wowh.&lt;br /&gt;me: so what made you change your mind that fast?&lt;br /&gt;she: i knew life would be different&lt;br /&gt;she: and&lt;br /&gt;she: i don't regret my decision&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;me: because if you didn't, you would not have met us and i would not have met you&lt;br /&gt;she: correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*wink* &lt;/strong&gt;(jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: so, what else do you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;she: heeeheee...&lt;br /&gt;me: hehheheee&lt;br /&gt;me: i have something in mind, but i'd rather not ask&lt;br /&gt;she: c'mon&lt;br /&gt;she: friends right?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;me: haha&lt;br /&gt;me: but&lt;br /&gt;me: i&lt;br /&gt;me: find&lt;br /&gt;me: the question&lt;br /&gt;me: too&lt;br /&gt;she: personal?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh, kinda, pero hindi naman&lt;br /&gt;me: haha&lt;br /&gt;she: go ahead&lt;br /&gt;me: err&lt;br /&gt;me: alright&lt;br /&gt;me: how are things going with you and him? (don't take it negatively, please)&lt;br /&gt;she: things are good&lt;br /&gt;she: normal&lt;br /&gt;me: what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;she: ummm...&lt;br /&gt;she: watch movies&lt;br /&gt;she: hang out&lt;br /&gt;she: he accompanies me during my shopping escapades&lt;br /&gt;she: we talk&lt;br /&gt;she: we stare..&lt;br /&gt;she: haha&lt;br /&gt;me: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;me: that's cool&lt;br /&gt;me: how long have you been together?&lt;br /&gt;she: 38 months&lt;br /&gt;me: wow. strong&lt;br /&gt;she: i also kinda wanna ask you sumthin..&lt;br /&gt;me: ooh, okay&lt;br /&gt;she: anything?&lt;br /&gt;me: that would be fine&lt;br /&gt;she: have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes. a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;me: when was the last?&lt;br /&gt;me: 5 seconds ago&lt;br /&gt;she: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*wink wink* &lt;/strong&gt;(jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: just tell me if you feel like going to sleep already&lt;br /&gt;she: ok&lt;br /&gt;she: tell me a bed time story first&lt;br /&gt;me: "One day, one beautiful princess was born. She was named Snow White..."&lt;br /&gt;she: more...&lt;br /&gt;me: what do you mean by 'more'?&lt;br /&gt;she: and then&lt;br /&gt;she: what happend&lt;br /&gt;me: she took a bite from an apple, fell asleep, and woke up when the prince kissed him&lt;br /&gt;me: they became together for quite a long time&lt;br /&gt;me: however&lt;br /&gt;me: snow white felt incomplete&lt;br /&gt;me: she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with a simple guy&lt;br /&gt;me: who's not royalty&lt;br /&gt;me: who's not of what she's dreaming to be with&lt;br /&gt;me: and she found the guy.&lt;br /&gt;she: awwww...&lt;br /&gt;she: sweet.&lt;br /&gt;she: then?&lt;br /&gt;she: and&lt;br /&gt;me: the guy likes snow white so much. snow white became confused. but snow white knows it's bad to just dump someone who saved your life and loved you for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;me: but then&lt;br /&gt;me: she realized&lt;br /&gt;me: life is too short not to consider.&lt;br /&gt;me: the second fruit she might eat might again have poison&lt;br /&gt;me: but what if the simple guy's kiss won't make her back&lt;br /&gt;me: would there be a chance for her to live life once more, now with the simple guy who loved her&lt;br /&gt;she: awww...&lt;br /&gt;she: you should keep that story..&lt;br /&gt;she: that's really sweet...&lt;br /&gt;me: i can't believe i just wrote that&lt;br /&gt;she: that's called emotion&lt;br /&gt;she: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;me: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;me: do you think that's what i'm feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;she: i can't say&lt;br /&gt;she: i'd have to go into your heart to know that&lt;br /&gt;me: start cutting my chest&lt;br /&gt;she: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;me: did that make me corny? the story?&lt;br /&gt;she: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is an impromptu story, really. &lt;/strong&gt;(jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: heyy..&lt;br /&gt;she: thanks&lt;br /&gt;she: but my eyes are falling already&lt;br /&gt;she: go0d nighty...&lt;br /&gt;me: aww, i see&lt;br /&gt;she: i had dun&lt;br /&gt;she: fun&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, i really had fun too, honestly&lt;br /&gt;she: sweet dreams!&lt;br /&gt;me: this is like one of the best times of my life&lt;br /&gt;she: awww...&lt;br /&gt;she: i happy to be a part of it&lt;br /&gt;me: sweet dreams max!&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, i'm happy too that you're a part of it&lt;br /&gt;me: let's chat again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;she: sure!&lt;br /&gt;me: good night. *hug*&lt;br /&gt;she: *hug*&lt;br /&gt;she has signed out. (11/29/2006 7:55 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116481584945384108?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116481584945384108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116481584945384108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/tri-cycle.html' title='&apos;tri&apos;-cycle'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116476723424716696</id><published>2006-11-29T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:41:52.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Private' Talk</title><content type='html'>the competition (rivalry) is still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/theother.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screenshot of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dlsu.edu.ph"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.dlsu.edu.ph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; as of 29 November 2006.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess UP will never comment on this, for undeniably being the premier state university. umm... yeah, premier university will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it's quite saddening that some of the best UP professors, unbeknownst to some, were and are being lured (ahe) with DLSU-M's eye popping offers. *sigh* nevertheless, UP is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this make &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; other of lesser kind? no, not that i know of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116476723424716696?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116476723424716696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116476723424716696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/private-talk.html' title='&apos;Private&apos; Talk'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116437855368983637</id><published>2006-11-22T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:29:13.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone's making me happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/ikki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sobra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116437855368983637?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116437855368983637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116437855368983637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/masaya_22.html' title='masaya'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116437957127055137</id><published>2006-11-22T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:46:11.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, there's a light on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;undeniably, this is my most favorite Fall Out Boy song. read/hear/sing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Fall Out Boy - Chicago Is So Two Years Ago }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;Wear it like a bruise or blackeye&lt;br /&gt;My badge, my witness&lt;br /&gt;Means that &lt;em&gt;I believed&lt;br /&gt;Every single lie you said&lt;/em&gt; (and learned from the best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates the&lt;br /&gt;pains I went through to avoid you&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to&lt;br /&gt;mention I still hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a light on in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;and I know &lt;em&gt;I should be home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the colors of the street signs... they remind me of the&lt;br /&gt;pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took me down and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Boy's like you are overrated. So save your breath."&lt;br /&gt;Loaded words and loaded friends&lt;br /&gt;are loaded guns to our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a light on in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;and I know &lt;em&gt;I should be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;All the colors of the street signs... they remind me of the&lt;br /&gt;pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You want apologies girl you might hold your breath until your&lt;br /&gt;breathing stops forever, Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips: &lt;em&gt;I hope&lt;br /&gt;they taste of me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a light on in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;and I know&lt;em&gt; I should be home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the colors of the street signs... they remind me of the&lt;br /&gt;pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every breath I wish your body will be broken again&lt;/em&gt; (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every breath I wish your body will be broken again &lt;/em&gt;(again)&lt;br /&gt;Well Theres A Light On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every breath I wish your body will be broken again &lt;/em&gt;(again)&lt;br /&gt;(Light....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every breath I wish your body will be broken again &lt;/em&gt;(again)&lt;br /&gt;(Way that you feel... again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116437957127055137?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116437957127055137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116437957127055137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/yeah-theres-light-on.html' title='yeah, there&apos;s a light on'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116419710846468948</id><published>2006-11-22T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:05:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God loves me</title><content type='html'>can anything in this world be greater than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/blood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As of 22 November 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! you've seen it right! my latest blood sugar level is 148.18g/mol. that's 111.82g/mol down my previous test (260g/mol) and just 38.18g/mol higher than the recommended 110g/mol! a 74.546% improvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ GOD REALLY LOVES ME! }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i'm bad. promise, i'll change from this time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a conversation with Karin yesterday regarding my illness, and i guess i must start ending my pessimistic view on this. sweet Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to all of you, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it really really really works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116419710846468948?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116419710846468948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116419710846468948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/god-loves-me.html' title='God loves me'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116419764681792726</id><published>2006-11-22T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:10:02.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iskewl</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="264" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/kas2group2.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our group's banner. and, yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we got the highest score in all Prof. Santillan's Kas 2 classes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; uh huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my BC 10 class was fun as well. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm excited because i'm going to do radio hosting sometime next year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yeeayh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116419764681792726?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116419764681792726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116419764681792726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/iskewl.html' title='iskewl'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116376006947231944</id><published>2006-11-17T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:07:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bastusang usapan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[GC Manang]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ersao, UP Diliman Shopping Center&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Tinanong ko na nga si Father Ted eh after nung last session. 1.5 binigay nya sakin pero 1.25 yung madre. I have nothing against that pero I know naman my capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Nothing against? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Arte-nean]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDonald's Katipunan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let x = the typical Atenean gal. Smart, coña, and reserved.&lt;br /&gt;and y = the 'half baked' pa-coña Atenean na hindi naman maganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Ano ba 'yan? Bakit walang tao.&lt;br /&gt;X: There oh, may mga tao naman. (referring to the people inside McDo, including me and Vic)&lt;br /&gt;Y: Hindi ganyan. Ayoko ng kung sino sino. (she's looking for Ateneo dudes, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Ehrm. You're calling UP students 'sino sino'? Balek ka na sa paleng-ke day! Hinahanap ka na ng enang mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Oka-tokat]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thru SMS, while on the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kee: May GF na ako, si ____, yung classmate ko. Sorry talaga.&lt;br /&gt;???: ... (long silence)&lt;br /&gt;Kee: Okay lang yun! Joke lang naman eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Hehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yosi Po]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Area 2, UP Diliman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kee: Manong, dalawang pisong Mentos po, at dalawang (Marlboro) Lights.&lt;br /&gt;Manong: Lights? Anong Lights? (in shock na yosi ang binibili ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Lights manong. Coke Lights. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Moshi Moshi Chikiyaki]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Astrovision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kee: Excuse me, do you have concert videos of Fall Out Boy?&lt;br /&gt;Saleslady 1: Ate, may Pollout Boy ka daw bang videos?&lt;br /&gt;Saleslady 2: Bakit mo tinanggal yung 'Daisy Siete' ko? Bagong bago 'yun eh!&lt;br /&gt;Saleslady 3: Baduy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Hello? Talk to the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Dirty Talk]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Times on Magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo (to Aubrey Miles): Do you s**t or s*****w?&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey Miles: It depends if I love the person. In Troy's case, I s*****w.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** You love everyone, dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[John No-more Powers]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kee: Yeah, someone called me up already about that last August. I asked my parents about it, and they don't seem to be interested.&lt;br /&gt;JRP Staff: So, your family is still not financially adequate to engage in such? Well, just call us up if you already have the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Dear, you don't say that to your potential clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Physical Egg-ducation]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weights Room - UP Gym&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Caces: This exercise is called the Back Extension. Some of the guys call it 'Egg Press' kapag mali ang posisyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Saint Caces, pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[McFlundae]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mcdonald's Philcoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kee: How much is the difference between a sundae and the big McFlurry?&lt;br /&gt;Crew: Sir, yun po kasing McFlurry, ginigrind siya. Yung sundae, may fudge lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Yeah dear. I've known that since elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Kee Lawrence]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rm. 415, Melchor Hall, CS 12 Class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karlo: Ay! Kamukha mo si Kris Lawrence kapag nakabaliktad! (referring to my picture)&lt;br /&gt;Kee: Eto? (looked at the picture) Di ah! Mas gwapo kaya ako dun!&lt;br /&gt;Karin: Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Well, not for Jasmine Trias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Fitrum]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rm. 216, Palma Hall, Kas 2 Class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Santillan: Iba-iba man ang inyong pananaw, may isang tao parin na gandang ganda kay Juday... si Ryan Agoncillo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Susunood naa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Sawa]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the phone, International Call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie: Heey Luuckkiiee...&lt;br /&gt;Kee: Hey! Where are you? Why is it so quiet there?&lt;br /&gt;Ruthie: You always say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Sorry na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Kape]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lolo's wake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady (talking to the visitor): Gusto nyo po ba ng kape?&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: Okay lang. Thank you po.&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady: May gatas, walang gatas?&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: Sige po yung may gatas nalang.&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady: Wala kaming gatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Thanks for asking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;['Di ako Callboy]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food Stand, between AS and FC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bading 1: Uh, excuse me. Uh, excuse me. Ano daw pangalan mo?&lt;br /&gt;Bading 2: Ano ka ba! Landi mo ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Sige, magsuntukan kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Wrong Send?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thru SMS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: House ka na ba? What time ka umuwi?&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Mama, dinner na po ako. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Nice one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jolly Happy Meal]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jollibee Balagtas, Bulacan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: At saka isang Happy Meal ah.&lt;br /&gt;Jollibee Crew: Sir, you mean Jolly Kiddie Meal?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Hindi. Happy Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Haha. Kuleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Okay na!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ICSB, my Junior Year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kee: Oo nga eh. Tapos nun pumunta kami ng Super Bowl (of China).&lt;br /&gt;Classmate X: Ah, oo! Nag-bobowling kami dun eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Ay wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Borrpen]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the phone, Call to Japan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Can I have the number of Jun Enriquez?&lt;br /&gt;Japanese: O-okay, get your borrpen and pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Where is she supposed to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Guilty]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Times on Magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo: Give me a celebrity couple who you think won't last?&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey Miles: Mo Twister and...&lt;br /&gt;Mo: Eerh...&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey Miles: Bunny... Bunny Paras?&lt;br /&gt;(long silence)&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey Miles: Okay, sorry, that was just a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**FYI: May anak si Mo kay Bunny, but they were never married. Mo was rumored of not giving financial assistance to their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paa]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adidas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Bumili ka na rin ng medyas.&lt;br /&gt;Kee (while trying on the shoe): Sige, pakuha na rin ng medyas.&lt;br /&gt;Staff: Sir, hindi po pwedeng i-try ang socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Baboy naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116376006947231944?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116376006947231944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116376006947231944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/bastusang-usapan.html' title='bastusang usapan'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116314854324450821</id><published>2006-11-10T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:51:58.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Survey</title><content type='html'>Can you name 13 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 13 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first. No Cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nikki Cruz&lt;br /&gt;2. Grecel Gonzales&lt;br /&gt;3. Vicman Aricheta&lt;br /&gt;4. Archie Serrano&lt;br /&gt;5. Wilson Dayao&lt;br /&gt;6. Regina Flores&lt;br /&gt;7. Kenneth Pimentel&lt;br /&gt;8. Pebbles Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;9. Karla Avila&lt;br /&gt;10. Martin Babaran&lt;br /&gt;11. Nikki Yazon&lt;br /&gt;12. Angelyn Mercado&lt;br /&gt;13. Maxine Hipos, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet 10?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comm 3 class. A very good groupmate/friend. A UP Diliman - MBB Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you had never met 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret the fact that in life, you cannot see or know everyone. Surely, my life would be very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's impossible! They won't date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. High School recollection. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think 1 is cute?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. YES OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about number 11:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nikki is an Oblation Scholar, and she's really good at things. She has very good leadership skills. People are pushing me to her, but, i think I'm not her type. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you know 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pebbles is a good singer, editor-in-chief, and a potential candidate someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number 12?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! She's like my buddy in UP and we all know buddys don't date. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 7's favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet. I guess. I always see him in that color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 6 confessed they liked you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised -- for keeping it the whole time we're classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact about 9:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla is a BS Interior Design Major. I actually like her, though, anything more than that is impossible because of distance. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 4 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Camua? The latest, as far as i know. Hehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is number 5 to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson is a good friend back in high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever live with 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD REALLY LOVE TO LIVE WITH MAXINE! She's like my biggest crush in UP and I'm planning to make a move on her. (After they break up! Bad boy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 2 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically YES. There actually came a time when we're about to be together. We still see each other often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 7 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally in Bulacan, though he moved to Novaliches for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think about 3?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic is the best companion! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the best thing about number 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She speaks well, sings well, and well, deep as well. (Whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you like about number 10?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin never leaves one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Memory with 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many to mention, really! (Or not in the mood for emo?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116314854324450821?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116314854324450821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116314854324450821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/people-survey.html' title='People Survey'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116314931825630807</id><published>2006-11-10T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:08:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ProfTalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kasaysayan 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea. He/She/Whatever did not show up on the first day of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broadcast Communication 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea as well. Classes start on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology 1 - Dr. Annabelle Herrera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really like this prof. (Prerog, ohum) She gives students workload just right for 3 units, unlike my Communication 3 prof last sem. Raar. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics 17 - Inst. H Dela Cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked 'terror' at first, but later we realized he's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computer Science 12 - Prof. Mario Carreon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, though quite strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PE 2 Weight Training - Prof. Ma. Louella Caces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female 'Saddam'. Locks the door upon her arrival. Does not accept prerog's. Strict with attendance. Discourages students from taking her class. She admitted that students don't like her. Include me in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116314931825630807?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116314931825630807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116314931825630807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/11/proftalk.html' title='ProfTalk'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116221520850017115</id><published>2006-10-30T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:33:31.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isa, dalawa, basa.</title><content type='html'>may ginawa ako na ngayon ko lang ginawa, at ang dami kong na-realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pansinin nyo, tagalog na ito. di na ingles. wala nang kaartehan. di ko na rin nilalagay na status message ang address nito. di naman kasi dapat pinapabasa sa iba, di dapat papansin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisip ko na, oo, sa UP nga ako nag-aaral, pero mababa naman ang grades ko. bagsak ako sa math 17, at yung ibang subjects, medyo mababa rin. sabi nga: "panong mababa? bagsak o dos?" hala. yun pa lang ang alam ko na grade noon pero buti may mas mataas na ngayon. noong pumasok ako, akala ko alam ko na, at magiging madali ang pagiging comsci student kasi kaya ko naman. pero ayos naman, maliban sa math. sabi nga: "dude, in what field do you excel?" sabi ko wala, kasi yung alam kong gawin, may mas magaling naman. eto nagpabago sa isip ko: "no, it's not important what other people say." galeeng. salamat 'tol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahapon pa ako nag-iisip, mahal ko nga ba siya? ayaw ko naman kasi na magkakagirlfriend ako tapos kapag pinakilala mo sa pamilya mo eh sandali lang kayo magtatagal. mas okay yung matagal. wala naman dapat ipaghadali. di naman sukatan ng pagkatao ang pagkakaroon ng girlfriend. tama naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga tao nga na nagmamahal sa akin, meron ding hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilang beses na rin may naninira sa blog ko. malay ko pero lagi nalang pukol malaki daw ulo ko. kung ayaw mo kasi sakin, ano ginagawa mo dito? yung ganyang bagay di na pinagaaralan, common sense nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di mo naman masisisi ang mga tao, meron talagang ayaw sa'yo. tanggap ko naman yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan naiisip ko na kinakahiya ako ng ibang tao dahil sa abilidad ko. pakiramdam nga lang ba o totoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero kahit may mga ganon, masaya ako dahil may mga tao sa paligid ko na laging nandyan. ang pamilya ko, mga pinsan ko, mga kaibigan at kaklase ko. at siempre, si God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya rin ako dahil kahit di kami mayaman, maraming bagay na nakakapagpasaya samin. mga simpleng bagay ba na hindi napapansin ng ibang tao. yung para sa iba ay boring o mababaw, pero sayo ay malaking bagay. sa simpleng pasasalamat na natatanggap mo sa tao, at marami pang iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama ako. ang unang mga kaibigan ay hindi mo tunay na kaibigan. maliban sa isa. napatunayan ko na ito, dalawang beses na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maraming beses na na may nakakasalubong ako, binabati ako, ngunit di ko matandaan kung sino sila. pasensia na kasi di talaga ako matandain. di ako suplado. di ako mayabang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madalas kong naiisip na ayaw sa akin ng ibang tao, kahit hindi. abnormal? siguro. pero hindi magandang katangian yun kaya babaguhin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya ako kasi matapos ang 10 taon, close na close na kami ng mortal enemy ko noon, ang ate ko. at mag-20 na siya sa november 6. happy birthday ate, mahal na mahal kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga pinagsasasabi ko ngayon, parang mamamatay na ako, 'wag naman sana. although hindi ko alam kung gano katagal ako mabubuhay dahil sa sakit ko (na alam nyo naman siguro) natatakot ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi kong pinagdarasal ang world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana wala nang taong plastik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makabili sana ako ng MacBook, kaso di ko naman pipilitin ang mga magulang ko kung namamahalan sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana sa kasal ng ate ko, tanggap ko na na pwede na siyang humiwalay samin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di na sana ako pumapayat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(masaya ako na nasasabi ko ito! may nakapagpainspire lang sakin.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116221520850017115?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116221520850017115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116221520850017115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/10/isa-dalawa-basa.html' title='isa, dalawa, basa.'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116161889505367525</id><published>2006-10-23T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:54:48.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naaalala kita tuwing umuulan... SEMBREAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[October 18]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; technically, it was already the start of my sembreak though i passed my CS 11 Machine Problem 2 (the Deal or No Deal Game) online but sadly, i wasn't able to get the Hall of Fame (which is the most important part of the program) working so i'm not really expecting to get a good grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[October 19]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; nothing special happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[October 20]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i went to my high school to pass my yearbook proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sample page layout.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; then vic, archie, and i went to mall of asia as planned and watched world trade center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legoboy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manila Bay sunset.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wala lang!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sundo namin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album cover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00638b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kee by the bay.&lt;/strong&gt; (Digitally edited in Fireworks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Boys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bago umalis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/pik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MRT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[October 21]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; my family together with my relatives went to Subic to get away from 'stress'.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i was told that i have a resemblance with Jun Hirano of PDA. (funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ineet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creative shot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solar eclipse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for the sun to set.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[October 22]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; i just stayed at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[October 23] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ate at pizza hut. then went to healthway for my checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Pikka and I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; bought a new printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EPSON Stylus C59.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and ate at teriyaki boy. (i brought home a placemat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice menu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice wall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now, i'm still waiting for my uber low grades to show up on CRS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116161889505367525?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116161889505367525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116161889505367525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/10/naaalala-kita-tuwing-umuulan-sembreak.html' title='naaalala kita tuwing umuulan... SEMBREAK!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-116040186556252594</id><published>2006-10-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:09:56.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see-ar-es</title><content type='html'>this is my tentative schedule for next sem!ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;29800&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BC 10&lt;/strong&gt; MWX -- 3 units&lt;br /&gt;[M 1:00p-4:00p lec/dsc TBA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;54557&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CS 12&lt;/strong&gt; TFRU -- 3 units&lt;br /&gt;[T 9:30a-11:30a lec MH 517, F 8:30a-11:30a lab MH 501]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;39225&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Math 53*&lt;/strong&gt; MTHFV6 -- 5 units&lt;br /&gt;[MTThF 11:30a-12:45p lec MB 305]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;45799&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kas 2&lt;/strong&gt; MHR1 -- 3 units&lt;br /&gt;[MTh 8:30a-10:00a lec/dsc PH 126]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;38602&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chem 1&lt;/strong&gt; MHU -- 3 units&lt;br /&gt;[MTh 10:00a-11:30a lec PH 1100]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;24871&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PE 2 WT&lt;/strong&gt; TFI-M -- (2) units&lt;br /&gt;[TF 1:00p-2:00p lec/lab WTS RM]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Math 53 has a very big possibility of being replaced with Math 17 [MTHFV-4 MTThF 11:30a-12:45p lec MB 301]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-116040186556252594?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116040186556252594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/116040186556252594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/10/see-ar-es.html' title='see-ar-es'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115932171176153681</id><published>2006-09-27T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:48:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in his gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/collage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115932171176153681?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115932171176153681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115932171176153681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-his-gallery.html' title='in his gallery'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115936765557953700</id><published>2006-09-27T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:34:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whattheheck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/wth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whattheheck&lt;/strong&gt; is the new portion of my blog which aims to answer some of the world's disturbing issues. (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month's &lt;strong&gt;whattheheck &lt;/strong&gt;topic is about Ateneans wearing their ID's with the maroon UP strap, and &lt;em&gt;Iskolar ng Bayan&lt;/em&gt;s using the, uhh, blue strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday, we ate at The Old Spaghetti House a.k.a. TOSH and upon returning to UP, i saw this Atenean wearing his ID with the maroon strap. the other way happens in UP, and i personally know some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's behind that? post your opinions now and they will later be compiled for an article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whattheheck &lt;/strong&gt;is a part of the &lt;strong&gt;seven-star &lt;/strong&gt;future plan for kee[dot]com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115936765557953700?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115936765557953700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115936765557953700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/09/whattheheck.html' title='whattheheck?'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115866907603578470</id><published>2006-09-19T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:31:16.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dots. more dots.</title><content type='html'>my site needs a facelift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i don't have the luxury of time to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of schoolwork hinders me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really feel like posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something (someone) pushes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink* *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my savings will end up in someone else's bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the payment for the webspace and domain, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bakit 'di uso&lt;/em&gt; car bombs &lt;em&gt;sa &lt;/em&gt;UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kas 1, just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat sci 2 as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cs 11, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis, weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comm 3, woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of my extempo speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel i messed up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to feanne for the intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to maxine for the 'clicks'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watch the kangaroos hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear the cows go 'moo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sheeps go 'mee'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eating a lot of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise, i... (abucted, but will show up soon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115866907603578470?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115866907603578470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115866907603578470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/09/dots-more-dots.html' title='dots. more dots.'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115615666734655561</id><published>2006-08-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:50:55.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saving sally</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gyht2_DOTU8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't usually do this (posting something from youtube in my blog) but this is a must see, so i did. and on september 2, we'll get to meet the person behind this! yay! the girl looks familiar, right? well, that's Anna Larrucea, the girl from AngTV. tss. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115615666734655561?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115615666734655561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115615666734655561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/08/saving-sally.html' title='saving sally'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115591722406657760</id><published>2006-08-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:07:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retra Tonn Anam Ahnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Riza Batista -- the best CS 11 instructor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and my Byte during our Trust Walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00023b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bench's got a fever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00031b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Danielle!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prof. K's last smile for the class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is GMA my Hypoo-mate? Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115591722406657760?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115591722406657760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115591722406657760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/08/retra-tonn-anam-ahnn.html' title='Retra Tonn Anam Ahnn'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115591600602085511</id><published>2006-08-18T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:06:34.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the future of kee.com</title><content type='html'>on october, i'm planning to buy a webhost and a domain name for my site! haha! (thanks to Feanne for giving me the idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i'm going to have my site uploaded to its OWN new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the domain name i want [thekee.com] was already taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm still undecided about the theme, but here are some of my ideas (help me choose):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Interstate&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;theinterstate.com&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this would exhibit photos of the american interstates [probably a lot of the 'Big Dig']. i will use entry/exit points for off site linking, stoplights for posts, warning signs such as slippery when wet or speed limit for my segments, kph to indicate site stat, and other traffic jargons to indicate info with numerical value such as date and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Red Ant&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;theredant.com&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just actually got the idea from the color of the slippers i bought. the word 'red and' was printed in the color field and it really caught my attention. i would probably ask someone to draw ants for me. the colors red (haha), black, orange, and probably yellow is the color theme of the site design. circles will dominate it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FastFood&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;i'm still thinking for a good sitename&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of the large mcdo fries carton. not the outside, the inside. were you able to imagine? good. now basically this is a stripe design of red, yellow, orange and white. the blog posts, etc. would be placed above brown trays. i will call my segments as combo meals and expect to see a lot of burger, fries and soda drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FanSite&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;kee.com]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brown is the main color and you'll get to see a picture of me in every click. haha. i was planning to stop the entire plan since it would just tolerate vanity, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The College Boy&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;kee.com&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just visit jason mraz's site and you'll get a vison of it. i'm not gonna copy it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so help me choose! suggest! and react! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115591600602085511?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115591600602085511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115591600602085511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/08/future-of-keecom.html' title='the future of kee.com'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115591587381651596</id><published>2006-08-18T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:23:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ninety pesos</title><content type='html'>i was able to answer this bonus question in our natsci 2 exam, try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 10 stacks of ten P1 coins, one of which is counterfeit. you don't know which is which. all you know is that the real coin weighs 1 gram and the counterfeit is 1 gram greater that the real one. for you to be able to determine which is the counterfeit, you must place the coins on the digital scale in a SINGLE WEIGHING*. how is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* meaning you are only allowed to use the scale ONCE, and you are going to place the coins ALL AT ONCE. you are allowed to mix the coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't solve it? here's how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[STEP 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this as a sample:&lt;br /&gt;10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10* 10 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* this is the counterfeit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[STEP 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take 1 coin from the first stack...&lt;br /&gt;09 10 10 10 10 10 10 10* 10 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and 2 from the second&lt;br /&gt;09 08 10 10 10 10 10 10* 10 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do this until you get the entire stack from the tenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[STEP 3]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you have 55 coins in hand. if all were real, they would weigh 55 grams. use the digital scale to know the weigh of the coins you collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[STEP 4]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is an equation for that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n = the weight of the coins you collected - 55 grams counterfeit = nth stack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in our example's case 63 grams - 55 grams = 8&lt;br /&gt;therefore, the counterfeit is the 8th stack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115591587381651596?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115591587381651596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115591587381651596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/08/ninety-pesos.html' title='ninety pesos'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115591549480652932</id><published>2006-08-18T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:27:02.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bzzat... bzzat...</title><content type='html'>here are some questions in my mind that bothers me a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* why do i spend 120 pesos a day just for 6 bottles of c2 apple?&lt;br /&gt;* is it true that c2 contains 27g of sugar, which is equivalent to the sugar content of a canned coke?&lt;br /&gt;* why do people who believe that they're the best, the richest, and the most likeable person exist?&lt;br /&gt;* what makes me hate UP Cursor (everytime i see the tambayan)?&lt;br /&gt;* why do i always get a bottomless drink?&lt;br /&gt;* what can make me stop from taking a lot of sugar?&lt;br /&gt;* who can i ask out for lunch on tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;* does anyone hate me right now?&lt;br /&gt;* when will i be able to grow my hair as long as the one in the guy in the sunsilk commercial?&lt;br /&gt;* when will i pass my application form for modelshop, my target agency?&lt;br /&gt;* why did i not attend the acle about modeling?&lt;br /&gt;* why did i spend 80 pesos worth of cello's just for myself?&lt;br /&gt;* when can i finally call back john robert powers for my assessment?&lt;br /&gt;* when will i be able to master hitting the tennis ball in back hand position?&lt;br /&gt;* when am i going to get my driver's license?&lt;br /&gt;* will anything happen between me and nikki?&lt;br /&gt;* am i going stab someone in the near future? (haha)&lt;br /&gt;* what happened to my printer?&lt;br /&gt;* why do i always get myself preoccupied with new things?&lt;br /&gt;* is my hypoo addiction over?&lt;br /&gt;* am i supposed to say sorry to aj or not?&lt;br /&gt;* are we going to get the Z-- plate or the R-- plate for our vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;* how will i be able to remove the scratch on my phone's screen?&lt;br /&gt;* will i ever stop hating the owner of the domain name thekee.com?&lt;br /&gt;* will i be able to claim my free tea latte at greenbelt?&lt;br /&gt;* why don't we (my family) ever win in raffles?&lt;br /&gt;* why did our mom prohibit us from learning any sport, even learning how to ride a bike when we were young?&lt;br /&gt;* why did i not buy the and1 slippers?&lt;br /&gt;* will the soon-to-open gym at myplace become my next fitness spot?&lt;br /&gt;* am i going to retake math 17?&lt;br /&gt;* will i be able to make my laude dream come true?&lt;br /&gt;* will there be a time that i'll get to work as a DJ at the same station with Mo Twister, Andy Manzano and Mojojojo?&lt;br /&gt;* why am i getting addicted with pusoy dos?&lt;br /&gt;* why did we ever attempt to play cards in ateneo?&lt;br /&gt;* why do i always accidentally leave my phone on my table?&lt;br /&gt;* how's a day without a mirror, for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overly inquisitive? no, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115591549480652932?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115591549480652932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115591549480652932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/08/bzzat-bzzat.html' title='bzzat... bzzat...'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115590845122435943</id><published>2006-08-18T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:25:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>defense alá comm 3</title><content type='html'>one day the other week, i had a fight with a classmate/friend about me posting a chant which he found offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to relate that with what i've learned in Comm 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[words are only symbols]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words are symbols which represent and substitute for objects, concepts, feelings, emotions, experiences, and events around us. these referents may be &lt;strong&gt;CONCRETE&lt;/strong&gt; or they may be abstract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[meanings are in people, not in words]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a communicator, it is our task to use words to create desired meanings in the minds of your listeners or receivers. however, no matter how carefully and precisely you select your words, they (the words) &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT AUTOMATICALLY CONVEY THE SAME MEANINGS&lt;/strong&gt; from the speaker to listener. &lt;strong&gt;MEANINGS ARE NOT STAMPED OR IMPRINTED ON THE WORDS OF THE MESSAGES YOUR LISTENERS RECEIVE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[words have many types of meanings]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of them is denotation. it is the &lt;strong&gt;OBJECTIVE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;PRECISE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;LITERAL&lt;/strong&gt;, or dictionary meaning of the word/words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it. i know i was a bit insensitive that time but i think it's about time for you to know and realize that &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS JUST REALLY ABOUT THE GODDAMN COLORS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* vicks &lt;em&gt;nga&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115590845122435943?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115590845122435943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115590845122435943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/08/defense-al-comm-3.html' title='defense alá comm 3'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115590724254550802</id><published>2006-08-18T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:23:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grazie!</title><content type='html'>i would just like to thank the people who greeted me "Happy Birthday!":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[august 14]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vincent Lazo - friend from my high school&lt;br /&gt;* Marnelli Santos - good friend since elementary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[august 15]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Grecel April Gonzales - friend++ *lamyu lamyu*&lt;br /&gt;* Robert Marcelino - high school batchmate&lt;br /&gt;* Angelica Lacanilao - my super sister *lamyu lamyu*&lt;br /&gt;* Jasper dela Cruz - high school friend&lt;br /&gt;* Archie Serrano - one of my bestfriends&lt;br /&gt;* Nikki Cruz - (friend++)++ *lamyu lamyu lamyu*&lt;br /&gt;* Jan Robert Sayo - high school classmate&lt;br /&gt;* Jonnah Lacanilao - my 'sexy' ate, hahaha *lamyu lamyu*&lt;br /&gt;* Aldrin Almario - one of my friends, who was born on August 15 as well&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Ang Papá&lt;/em&gt; - my ever supportive dad *lamyu lamyu*&lt;br /&gt;* Mark Allan Cervantes - my boardmate/friend&lt;br /&gt;* Vicman Aricheta - one of my bestfriends&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Ang Mamá&lt;/em&gt; - my ever loving and caring mama *lamyu lamyu*&lt;br /&gt;* Lara Palacio - uyy, hehe&lt;br /&gt;* Angelyn Mercado - one of my college friends&lt;br /&gt;* My whole Comm 3 class - led by Feanne Mauricio, haha&lt;br /&gt;* Karla Avila - one of my Comm 3 groupmates who was absent that day&lt;br /&gt;* Ino Mantaring - another college friend&lt;br /&gt;* Mary Rose Crisostomo - elementary classmate/friend&lt;br /&gt;* Onit Gonzales - Grecel's brother (oh, brother!)&lt;br /&gt;* Dan Delgado - one of my first college friends&lt;br /&gt;* Roi Rivera - high school classmate&lt;br /&gt;* Princess Mangaran - Grecel's good friend&lt;br /&gt;* Kenneth Pimentel - high school classmate/friend&lt;br /&gt;* Carlo Garcia - my sister's bf&lt;br /&gt;* Bettina Enriquez - (kickbutt) cousin *lamyu lamyu*&lt;br /&gt;* Vianca Regala - elementary classmate/friend&lt;br /&gt;* Ryan Cabantog - high school classmate&lt;br /&gt;* Marley Reyes - my cousin, one of the smartest&lt;br /&gt;* Justin Cruz - highschool classmate/friend&lt;br /&gt;* Franchesca Pituk - my org Byte&lt;br /&gt;* Marlon Dela Cruz - my cousin&lt;br /&gt;* Selah - blog buddy [http://pseudosophianic.blogspot.com/]&lt;br /&gt;* Inah - one of my coapps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[august 17]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* two people from UP Cursor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[august 18]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Malen - UP Cursor member, online buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of other people. my brain isn't really good in remembering things, so it doesn't mean that if your name wasn't mentioned, i did not appreciate your greeting, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115590724254550802?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115590724254550802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115590724254550802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/08/grazie.html' title='grazie!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115444379196834839</id><published>2006-08-01T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:32:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retra Tocco at Cella</title><content type='html'>pictures of me, my byte, my ninang, and other bitbytes during out getaway at Flaming Wings, Katipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/chinkeefone06.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Byte Chinkee + Bit Kee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/chinkeefone07.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Byte Chinkee + Bit Kee! (closer)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/chinkeefone08.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Byte Chinkee + Bit Kee! (&lt;em&gt;mas &lt;/em&gt;close&lt;em&gt; pa&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00022.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bit Mac + &lt;em&gt;Ninang&lt;/em&gt; Ria!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00023.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bit Kee + Bit Mac + &lt;em&gt;Ninang&lt;/em&gt; Ria (1/4)! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00024.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bit Kee + Bit Mac + &lt;em&gt;Ninang&lt;/em&gt; Ria (3/4)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00026.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang mag-anak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00027.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bit Mac + &lt;em&gt;Ninang&lt;/em&gt; Ria + Byte Chinkee + Bit Kee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00029.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Byte Chinkee + &lt;em&gt;Ninang&lt;/em&gt; Ria + Me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00031.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RiaKee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00033.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00035.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One last, honest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00036.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In red light...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00037.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bit Kee and Byte-&lt;em&gt;ng&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;iba&lt;/em&gt;, Dan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115444379196834839?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115444379196834839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115444379196834839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/08/retra-tocco-at-cella.html' title='Retra Tocco at Cella'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115279052402548029</id><published>2006-07-13T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T09:49:40.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanity personified</title><content type='html'>see for yourself! walang magawa eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/lakkee_boy/keepogi2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/lakkee_boy/keepogi3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...with teeth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/lakkee_boy/keepogi4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 'Suplado' Look!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115279052402548029?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115279052402548029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115279052402548029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/07/vanity-personified.html' title='vanity personified'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115233512023441342</id><published>2006-07-08T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:05:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>last wednesday, i was supposed to play paintball at the rookie camp, but i was late, so they asked someone else to take my part. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ino invited us to eat lunch in his place (to get superman tumblers from kfc, haha), but before that, we went to my boarding house to get a shirt and to drop off the bulky shoes that i was supposed to wear for the paintball game. when i rode back in the van, i went like "oh my god, where's my fone? iniwan ko yun dito?" and they were acting like as if they were really innocent. i kept on shouting "oh my god, please, i-miss call mo!" they finally gave up and returned my fone to me. haha. so we went to his place at ayala heights (which would take you minutes from the gate) and ate lunch. we (err, they) played ps2 while i was playing ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to mall of asia to reserve imax tickets for superman returns. they ate at ice monster but since i don't have that much to spend, me and angelyn just went to jollibee. then he dropped us all at UP and i'm back with the simple life -- life without computer, maid, parents who pay for everything, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday... i was a bit disappointed with myself since i think i was the last one to finish the first CS 11 machine exercise. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came friday, and a lot of unlikeable things happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, my phone got lost at CAL. i was so disappointed then since i was calling my phone from kenneth's and it was ringing, but no answer. i tried once more thru dominic's phone and someone answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hillo?&lt;br /&gt;Kee: Hello? Is my phone with you? (obviously, haha)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Nandito sa (name of canteen) yung selpown mo.&lt;br /&gt;Kee: Uh, nandito ako sa canteen ng FC, where are you? (then i saw a lady from the counter talking with someone on the phone, but i'm not sure if it was her.)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Andito (i was reading the lady's lips so i rushed to her back and said...)&lt;br /&gt;Kee: Miss, andito ako sa likod mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she gave me back my phone. yay! i was laughing then since i saw her facial expressions while we were talking over the phone, as if she's having a phone pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i lost time to review to look for my phone, i already went to math with kevin and dom. then the test started. and it ended. and i was not impressed with my performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we again did not have nat sci 2, but this time, it was caused by the power failure. we can't have class without a computer (and aircon as well, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since a lot of my classmates decided not to watch the concert, i just decided to go home to see our new family car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i got home, i tried it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning, my sister and i tried it out. we were listening to magic 89.9 and their dj intern from la salle was so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was asking people to choose parents who have no genetic traces of diabetes for you not to get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that's possible, i could have chosen another! weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to have the car blessed today but because it was raining so hard, we decided to reschedule it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could still remember the time when we had our previous car blessed. that was the time when i started to become OC. i was removing the holy water marks from the car since everything's dry. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so disappointed knowing that dan can no longer be my byte. [-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to robinsons later to fetch my sister (and to test drive our car) i'll just get some sleep. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i like someone in my college but i think she doesn't like me, sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115233512023441342?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115233512023441342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115233512023441342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/07/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115202783954681385</id><published>2006-07-04T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:43:59.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>i get to post in my blog more seldom since i don't have a pc and an internet connection in my boarding house. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how's my college life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college life is SOO fun. you get to know a lot of different people, coming from different parts of the country, and the world. i think i really missed the environment of having girl classmates, classmates who i can smile or wave at from the other workstation. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before, everytime i go to a class, i literally LEAK with sweat. maybe because of the feeling of nervousness of what they will think of me, or how they're gonna treat me. but now since i've known a lot of people already, the sweat is just more of the temperature effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could still remember the first day of classes, i never talked with anyone, except from angie, a girl i've known since the orientation and enrollment day. as i go to class more often, i get to talk with more and more people. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before the start of classes, there is this person who sent me the following messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unknown_user (6/18/2006 8:46:28 PM): ‘Lam mo crush kita. Mahal na rin yata kita. Kaya ang sarap mong pagtripan e, hehe. Lalo na nung nabasa ko yung mga posts at nakita ko yung mga pics mo sa blog mo. Siguro these attracted me to you: 1. yung pag-eenglish mo 2. yung cute mong mukha 3. yung confidence, yung pagiging totoo, at yung unoffending na kakapalan ng mukha at yabang mo – in short, your personality 4. yung body built mo – matangkad at madyo malaman – sexy! 5. yung pagiging expressive mo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unknown_user (6/18/2006 8:46:57 PM): You simply represent my ideal guy! Alam kong masyadong maagang masabing mahal kita dahil di naman pa tayo pa magkakilala at nag-meet. Pero sa 7 na naging crush ko in my whole life, sa ‘yo ako pinaka-na-addict na para akong naka-drugs. Grabe talaga yung ginawa mo sa ‘kin…’Lam mo ba lagi kitang iniisip for the past 5 days since Wednesday (when I first read your blog). Di na rin ako makatulog dahil nag-fafantasize ako sa ‘yo (don’t be green). Whole day akong naka-Y!M para abangan at maka-chat ka! Di mo pa ako kinakausap minsan – 2 ISP rin yun a (haha). I’ve gone over all your posts twice na. Sinisave ko rin yung IM’s natin para mabasa ko paulit-ulit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unknown_user (6/18/2006 8:47:07 PM): ‘Lam mo, sobra akong na-disappoint nung nalaman kong di tayo magkaklase kahit saang subject (Masaya ka na?!). 4 days na kitang di nakikita. Sana naman kahit man lang sa corridor makita ko yung gwapo mong mukha. Di totoong nakuha ko yung ID mo sa 1 sa kaibigan mo. I actually got it from our block’s Y! group. Pero totoong g-11 freshman ako ng BSCS sa UPD. Di ko ma-reveal yung pangalan ko dahil nakakahiya at baka di mo ‘ko magustuhan. Pero you’ll know it soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unknown_user (6/18/2006 8:47:23 PM): Na-in-love ka na naman siguro at alam mo na siguro kung anong pakiramdam ko. I can’t wait for June 24 para makita ka peronally at di na sa pics. Kaya sana pumunta ka! Sana wag kang ma-turn-off sa ginawa ko at sana kausapin mo pa rin ako kahit sa Y!M. Kung galit ka, sorry talaga…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, the person did not show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've met a lot of people who i guess in the future might become my friends. my classmates, cursor people, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often hang out at the cursor tambayan, even though i'm not a member. i don't know but i just feel happy everytime i go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the modelling, uh, there is just one thing that i want to emphasize: an organization/committee/council/whatsoever acted so unprofessional by being irresponsible with the things they were supposed to do. despite that, the experience is uncomparable, and even if i did not win, i'm still happy since i get the same acknowledgement from people. and because i got to see itchyworms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way back in highschool (yuck! as if it's a decade ago!) i was known for being 'suplado', and my parents and siblings believe that i still am. but from the way i see myself now, i guess i'm a lot friendlier now. one even said: "sobrang friendly mo nman yata!" which made me think that maybe i'm already overdoing things. hmm. i place my arms in a girl's shoulders, i pinch someone else's face. i'm trying to be friendly but i always think that some just don't like the way i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it time for me to be what i've used to be? i always try to please everyone but i always think that can't get to please them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left the girls who played a big role in my life during highschool because i thought i'm gonna meet someone in college who's gonna make my heart beat the nth time. i guess it's just too early. i've got to meet girls who have the qualities i want but i think there's just something missing in them. i dunno. anyway, what's with the rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always see this girl (from my block) who reminds me of nikki. ah, i miss you so much, my cheesefly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, i've got to talk with ***** about my insights about sex. hmm. i was again able to realize things. i think sometimes it's good to know the younger mind's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i'm going to attend the rookie camp, then i'm gonna reserve tickets for superman returns at imax with ino, angie, and april. after that, i'm gonna review the rest of the day for our first long exam in math 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental Playlist: &lt;/strong&gt;(Songs currently in my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; High School Musical - Breaking Free&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Matt Wall - My Cubicle&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Teddy Geiger - For You I Will&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ne-Yo - Sexy Love&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nu Flavor - Sweet Sexy Thing&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cassie - Me and You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bati Portion: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cs&gt; Angie, Ino, April, Grace, Danielle, Kevin, Dom, Carlson, Rona G, Karin, Nicola, (yung nagpapalibre sa akin ng toki), Nicola, Tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;kas&gt; Reg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cursor&gt; Dan, Yen2, Chinkee, Nhiza, President, Charm, Girl 1, Girl 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iba&gt; Izel De Ramos, Esty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;comm3&gt; Pebbles, Karla, Babs, Feanne, Lynne, Nikki, Aldrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It doesn't mean na kapag wala kayo sa list, di ko kayo binabati. I just did it quick kasi I really have to go to sleep. Zzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115202783954681385?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115202783954681385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115202783954681385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115149546504872166</id><published>2006-06-28T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:51:05.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING! Attention earthling!</title><content type='html'>Ooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't read anything below unless you've read this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered the following surveys with full honesty and with me being aware that it's open to the public. I just hope that no matter what you're gonna read and know, you will never take them against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you even realized how courageous I was to post these stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. You may proceed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115149546504872166?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115149546504872166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115149546504872166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/warning-attention-earthling.html' title='WARNING! Attention earthling!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115149504787790121</id><published>2006-06-28T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:53:38.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things they wanna know from guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;004. Height: &lt;/strong&gt;5'7 1/2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;005. Where do you live? &lt;/strong&gt;Bulacan and Quezon City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;006. Any tatoos or piercings? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;007. Body type (slim/medium/athletic/other)? &lt;/strong&gt;Medium?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. What are you wearing? &lt;/strong&gt;Just a pair of boxers and PE shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;009. Do you like life? &lt;/strong&gt;Yah. Soo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you look for in a girl... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Older or younger? &lt;/strong&gt;Older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;011. Hot or smart? &lt;/strong&gt;Smart! But one could be hot and smart at the same time! Tss. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;012. Is he: outgoing or shy? &lt;/strong&gt;Shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;013. Would you kiss on the first date? &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;014. What about going farther than a kiss? &lt;/strong&gt;We'll see! Tss. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your last Relationship: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;015. How long was it? &lt;/strong&gt;A couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;016. Did you kiss? &lt;/strong&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;017. Make out? &lt;/strong&gt;No. Tss. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;018. Seen her naked? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah. Tss. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;019. Has she seen you naked? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah. Tss. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which do you prefer? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;020. Pizza or pasta? &lt;/strong&gt;Pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;021. Boxers or breifs? &lt;/strong&gt;Boxers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;022. Abercormbie and Fitch or Urban Outfitters? &lt;/strong&gt;actually it's &lt;em&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;023. Be Rich or Be Happy? &lt;/strong&gt;Be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;024. Beer or water? &lt;/strong&gt;Water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;025. Family or friends? &lt;/strong&gt;Family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;026. Kiss or hug? &lt;/strong&gt;Hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;027. Drugs or alcohol or none? &lt;/strong&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;028. Do you beleive in ghosts? &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;029. What do you wear to bed? &lt;/strong&gt;Sometimes just a pair of boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;030. Do you play any sports? &lt;/strong&gt;No. But I must since my doctor recommended me to commit to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;031. Failed a class? &lt;/strong&gt;No. Hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;032. Played stripped poker? &lt;/strong&gt;Who wants to play with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;033. How far did you go have to go? &lt;/strong&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;034. Stripped on camera? &lt;/strong&gt;Tss. ;) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;035. Ran away from home? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;036. Cursed at your parents? &lt;/strong&gt;No! No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;037. Taken a dare too far? when? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;038. Flashed someone? &lt;/strong&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;039. Made out? &lt;/strong&gt;Tss. ;) No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;040. Had sex? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah. Tss. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;041. Do you have any siblings? How old are they? &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. 21 and 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;042. Whats on your dresser? &lt;/strong&gt;Clothes, accessories, old books, bags, stashed electronics, reviewers, lots of boxes with electronic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;043. Do you have your own pc? &lt;/strong&gt;Yah. And probably a laptop next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;044. Have you ever done anything with a guy? &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;045. If so what? &lt;/strong&gt;Fistfight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;046. Have you ever gone outside nude? &lt;/strong&gt;Just inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;047. Do you look at porn? &lt;/strong&gt;Tss. ;) Yeah! Everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Favorite: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;048. TV Show: &lt;/strong&gt;My Funky Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;049. Clothes Store: &lt;/strong&gt;Folded and Hung, 2b, Penshoppe, and U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;050. School subject: &lt;/strong&gt;Chem, CS, Comm3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;051. Music Artist: &lt;/strong&gt;Jason Mraz and Craig David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;052. Song: &lt;/strong&gt;Geek in the Pink, as of the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;053. Food: &lt;/strong&gt;Japanese or something which has green leafy vegetables!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115149504787790121?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115149504787790121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115149504787790121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-they-wanna-know-from-guys.html' title='things they wanna know from guys'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115149393655773270</id><published>2006-06-28T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:03:01.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Survey for the Bored Soul</title><content type='html'>You may find this disturbing, though this is just for fun -- this is the &lt;strong&gt;Ultra Personal Survey&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first time... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;007. You had sex? &lt;/strong&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;008. You had oral sex? &lt;/strong&gt;No. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;009. The age you started puberty? &lt;/strong&gt;11-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last time... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;010. You masturbated? &lt;/strong&gt;Do you really have to know? Tss. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;011. You took a shower? &lt;/strong&gt;50 minutes ago. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;012. You kissed someone? who? &lt;/strong&gt;Earlier. My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;013. You saw someone else naked? who? &lt;/strong&gt;The girl on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;014. You played truth or dare? &lt;/strong&gt;Last Saturday, while waiting for the other block to finish the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;015. What was the worst dare you ever had to do? &lt;/strong&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;016. What was the worst dare you ever witnessed some one do? &lt;/strong&gt;I can't remember as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;017. What are you wearing? &lt;/strong&gt;Just a pair of boxers and PE shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;018. Are you single? &lt;/strong&gt;Yep. And I love being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;019. How many relationships have you had? &lt;/strong&gt;Three. But not serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;020. How many of them were sexual? &lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;021. If you could change on thing about yourself what would it be? &lt;/strong&gt;I've changed it already, being 'suplado'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;022. What kind/brand of underwear are you wearing? &lt;/strong&gt;Boxers, Jockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;023. Have you ever had a one night stand? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah. But I wanna try it some time! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;024. Did it involve sex?&lt;/strong&gt; Will it? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115149393655773270?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115149393655773270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115149393655773270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/deep-survey-for-bored-soul.html' title='Deep Survey for the Bored Soul'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115149285750583253</id><published>2006-06-28T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:11:06.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate 'About Me'</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;001. What is Your Name? &lt;/strong&gt;Kee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;002. How old are you? &lt;/strong&gt;16, going on 17 on August 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;003. What is the link to your website, blog, or myspace? &lt;/strong&gt;You won't be able to read this if you're not in my blog, you dummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. What is your height? &lt;/strong&gt;5'7 1/2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;005. Do you have any siblings? &lt;/strong&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;006. What is your eye colour? &lt;/strong&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;007. What is your hair colour? &lt;/strong&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;008. Do you wear glasses or contacts? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;009. Are you right handed or left handed? &lt;/strong&gt;Right handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;010. Do you have any piercings? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah. I hate piercings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;011. Do you smoke? &lt;/strong&gt;Occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;012. Do you swear? &lt;/strong&gt;Very seldom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;013. Do you get along with your parents? &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. But not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;014. Your heritage? &lt;/strong&gt;Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;015. Your fears? &lt;/strong&gt;To be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;016. Goal you would like to achieve this year? &lt;/strong&gt;To become a professional model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;017. Most overused phrase on an instant messenger? &lt;/strong&gt;Be right back.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;018. Best Physical Feature? &lt;/strong&gt;My sparkling eyes! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;019. Your bedtime? &lt;/strong&gt;10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;020. What time do you arise in the morning? &lt;/strong&gt;Depending on my class schedule or activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;021. First thoughts waking up? &lt;/strong&gt;What's for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;022. Do you shower daily? &lt;/strong&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Or That? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. Bright or dark room? &lt;/strong&gt;Dark room with a yellow light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;024. Chocolate or vanilla? &lt;/strong&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;025. Dogs of cats? &lt;/strong&gt;Either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;026. Pepsi or Coke? &lt;/strong&gt;Pepsi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;027. McDonalds or Burger King? &lt;/strong&gt;McDo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;028. Ant or Dec? &lt;/strong&gt;Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;029. Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea? &lt;/strong&gt;Nestea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;030. Cappuccino or Coffee? &lt;/strong&gt;Cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the last month have you... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;031. Drank alcohol? &lt;/strong&gt;Yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;032. Gone to a mall? &lt;/strong&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;033. Eaten a box of Oreos? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;034. Eaten sushi? &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;035. Been on stage? &lt;/strong&gt;No, probably on friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;036. Been dumped? &lt;/strong&gt;No. But I'm planning to dump someone! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;037. Gone skinny dipping? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;038. Stolen Anything? &lt;/strong&gt;Yah. But I don't consider it stealing, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;039. Laughed for no reason? &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. A lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;040. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do? &lt;/strong&gt;Hahaha. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;041. Been in love? &lt;/strong&gt;Yes, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;042. Fired a gun? &lt;/strong&gt;Noo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;043. Been drunk? &lt;/strong&gt;Never. No matter how much I drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;044. Been called a Tease? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;045. Been beaten up? &lt;/strong&gt;Wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;046. Shoplifted? &lt;/strong&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;047. Furry thing you touched? &lt;/strong&gt;My cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;048. Thing you've said? &lt;/strong&gt;"Four Hundred!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;049. Song you've listened to? &lt;/strong&gt;My Cubicle by Matt Wall (a parody of James Blunt's "You're Beautiful")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;050. (Who was the last) person you've spoken to on the phone? &lt;/strong&gt;My mom's sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;051. Movie you watched? &lt;/strong&gt;The Omen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;052. Thing you were doing before this? &lt;/strong&gt;Surfing porn! Haha. Kidding. Chatting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;053. Time you cried? &lt;/strong&gt;Last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;054. Song you've sang? &lt;/strong&gt;Breaking Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;055. Time you looked at the clock? &lt;/strong&gt;Just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;056. Food and drink you've had? &lt;/strong&gt;Happy Peanuts and a cold glass of Iced Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;057. Flavour of gum you've chewed? &lt;/strong&gt;Juicy fruit. I dunno how you call it's flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;058. Shoes you've worn? &lt;/strong&gt;My bulky And1 shoes, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;059. Store you've been in? &lt;/strong&gt;Folded and Hung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;060. Planet? &lt;/strong&gt;Saturn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;061. Age you've been so far? &lt;/strong&gt;15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;062. Season? &lt;/strong&gt;Is there such thing as 'Cloudy Day' Season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;063. Number? &lt;/strong&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;064. TV show? &lt;/strong&gt;My Funky Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;065. Flower? &lt;/strong&gt;I don't know how to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;066. How much cash do you have on you? &lt;/strong&gt;Just a thousand or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;067. What's a word that rhymes with 'door'? &lt;/strong&gt;Floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;068. What T-Shirt are you wearing? &lt;/strong&gt;I'm not wearing anything at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;069. What brand of shoes are you wearing? &lt;/strong&gt;And1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;070. What did your last text message say? &lt;/strong&gt;"I can't come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;071. What were you doing at midnight last night? &lt;/strong&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;072. What's your current desktop picture? &lt;/strong&gt;Archie and the gang playing beach volley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;073. What's a word that you say a lot? &lt;/strong&gt;Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;074. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? &lt;/strong&gt;Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;075. How is the weather right now? &lt;/strong&gt;Rainy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;076. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? &lt;/strong&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;077. Are you too shy to ask someone out? &lt;/strong&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;078. Can you do a headstand (not using a wall)? &lt;/strong&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;079. Who would you like to see right now? &lt;/strong&gt;Jason Mraz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;080. How many pillows do you sleep with? &lt;/strong&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;081. Would you go on a date with someone on MySpace? &lt;/strong&gt;No. That's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;082. How do you want to die? &lt;/strong&gt;With less, or no pain at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;083. What do you want to be when you grow up? &lt;/strong&gt;Computer Scientist and a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;084. What country would you most like to visit? &lt;/strong&gt;Spain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;085. How many CDs do you own? &lt;/strong&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;086. How many things, in your past, do you regret? &lt;/strong&gt;A lot! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;087. Do you think you are attractive? &lt;/strong&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;088. Do you believe in yourself? &lt;/strong&gt;Half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;089. Do you want to get married? &lt;/strong&gt;Of course I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a boy/girl... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;090. Favourite eye colour? &lt;/strong&gt;Brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;091. Favourite hair colour? &lt;/strong&gt;Shiny black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;092. Short or long hair? &lt;/strong&gt;Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;093. Height? &lt;/strong&gt;5'5 or taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;094. Weight?&lt;/strong&gt; 120 below&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115149285750583253?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115149285750583253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115149285750583253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/ultimate-about-me.html' title='Ultimate &apos;About Me&apos;'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115149098568670356</id><published>2006-06-28T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:36:25.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much, really...</title><content type='html'>i've got nothing much to talk about, i guess. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, i attended the department orientation, though i was not able to hear the entire program since i was pulled out from the activity for the modelling practice. (i won't understand the orientation anyway, 'cause for sure i'm busy looking around. haha.) then played the 'amazing race' game, then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last monday, i was late in my Kas 1 class since i went to the wrong building. we were supposed to watch something at the Main Lib but then i still insisted to myself that it's in the AS AVR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, i was able to meet my tennis prof at mukha xang nangangain ng bola. kidding. i think i'm gonna have a big trouble dealing with my PE class and my prof. jeez. after that i went to the Engineering Student Council Office to answer the form for the modelling contest. they made me answer this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay isang model,&lt;br /&gt;Duon sa __________;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi-gabi sa __________&lt;br /&gt;ay nagpapa__________. (Haha! I was thinking of something green!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagka-__________&lt;br /&gt;Talbog lahat sila.&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga __________&lt;br /&gt;Ay nagkaka__________&lt;br /&gt;'Pag ako'y __________ na!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a hard time answering this one. i answered it like an hour and a half. math 17 test could have been easier. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i'm gonna attend the last modelling practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on friday, it's the big night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i want to be a model for folded and hung!&lt;br /&gt;* i want to go to school everyday in dolce's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna answer some surveys after this! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115149098568670356?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115149098568670356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115149098568670356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/nothing-much-really.html' title='nothing much, really...'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-115025397871489727</id><published>2006-06-14T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T11:16:19.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang unang araw ko sa unibersidad</title><content type='html'>knowing that the freshman welcome assembly for engineering students was moved in the afternoon due to the large number of enrollees, my enthusiasm was lessened. so was my interest to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6am. the room was dead silent. i heard something. it was my phone. a message. i don't want to spoil my sleep so i decided not to read it yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8am. i was forced to read the text since i had to bid my sister goodbye and goodluck. since it was our first day of classes. the message drastically changed my schedule (and body clock, haha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sender:&lt;/strong&gt; Mark Allan Cervantes [13-Jun-06 6:59am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Message:&lt;/strong&gt; Lak, may pas0k pla kau ng umaga n0h?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was forced to go to manila early.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i rushed to my boarding house, then to Melchor Hall. i was "leaking" with sweat made by tension, nervousness and the weather. i reached Melchor Hall and i asked "where is room 501?" they asked me to go to 5th floor. i was kinda confused since the building is just 4 storeys high. later i learned that the lobby was actually the 2nd floor. so much about that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i asked a group of students where the room is. they were pointing to a direction where construction was being done. now, the "cute-freshie-guy" (well, that's me, haha!) became confused again. so he went down to ask again. they pointed me to the "ComSci Tambayan" then i asked once more. god meant us to meet that time. they were my block handlers, and they were so nice, i swear. one of them (ate melai) even assisted me and brought me to the Department Office to ask about the said class. the registrar freaked out and told me that my class was actually in MTh sched. haha. and she showed me the fax of chancellor cao to them that freshmen are excused from all of their classes. so i was enlightened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i went back to my boarding house, slept for a while. then i ate lunch at ersao, the newest resto in the Shopping Center (shopping sen'r). hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had some conversation with my housemates then we went to UP Theatre together. i was raining so hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was with kenneth (my former classmate) the whole time in the welcome assembly. it was fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we had the block orientation. it rained so we transferred to Melchor Hall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;while we were having the getting-to-know activity, one block handler approached me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"excuse me, pwede bang magtanong?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i thought she's already gonna ask if we want to eat so i said, "yes!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then she asked me "gusto mo bang maging model?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was shocked. hehe. i'll tell later why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just too tired to turn down the offer (haha), i answered "okay lang!" i will hit the ramp on the 30th of June.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've been keeping a secret for weeks. i was planning to apply to a certain modeling agency online. even just before pursuing my plan, an offer came to me. this would be my stepping stone to the career i've wanted to enter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday was a VEERY good start for my college year. so exhausting, yet so good! as in GOOD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-115025397871489727?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115025397871489727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/115025397871489727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/ang-unang-araw-ko-sa-unibersidad.html' title='ang unang araw ko sa unibersidad'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114983582883632611</id><published>2006-06-09T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:44:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeezed out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To my Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; I know since then, I’ve never been good to you. I always shout at you and I insist everything I want. I’m proud of you ‘cause you hurt no one physically. The most you can do is to shout. I appreciate it that you never wanted to fail us. You always want the best for us. You brag about our accomplishments. (It’s not about the bragging, it’s about the pride of a parent.) You might be thinking that I’m just after the blessings. (Like what you always say: “Puro pakabig ang gusto!”) But no! I love you daddy! SOO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; I got hurt when you can no longer say to me that you love me. Maybe that’s your way for me to change my bad attitude. I don’t believe that you no longer love me ‘cause if so, you won’t shout, and almost break into tears in Clark when I experienced intense pain at my back. I know I changed negatively though I’m trying my best to be good. Let’s start by talking in a calm manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Ate Jonnah:&lt;/strong&gt; I can see that you’ve started good and I’m so sure that you’ll go a very long way. According to a movie: “Life is about the journey, not the destination.” I feel jealous when you focus too much time with your boyfriend and work (and studies, before). You don’t know how I feel when you ignore me while you’re texting, reading something, and other circumstances. I just want you to know that I’m so proud of you and I hope you’ll listen to the things I say. Though sometimes they may be too exaggerated, I know you always know what my point is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Ate Pikka:&lt;/strong&gt; There’s no chance that we never had a petty fight. I love it everytime we do wrestling at night, and when you give me your usual sermon about sweets. I did not expect that we’re going to get along well, granted that we’re the best enemies when we were still young. I’m so proud of your improvements, most especially in studies. I’ll never forget the things you taught me about school, be it Math or Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Tita Emily:&lt;/strong&gt; I did not expect that you’re going to be conscious about my health. I remember one time I was passed by your room and I heard you telling my sisters “Titignan mong ganyan si Lakkee, pero nakakaawa…” when I was suffering from some pain. You just don’t know that I introduce you to my classmates as my “Tita Mommy.” Thanks for always being there to look after us and thanks for our “dates” when all of the time you are the one paying. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Kickbutt Family:&lt;/strong&gt; You play a big role in my life. I did not expect that we’re going to be that close. I just want to make you guys know that I love your company so much. Cookie: Thank you for including us to the special people in your life who you want to witness your 18th birthday. Bettina: I miss the moments we take pictures together, the moments you tolerate my “vain-ness” (I dunno if the term is right.) I was touched when you asked me to sit beside you during your sister’s birthday Tammy: Thank you for keeping some secrets and for appreciating the things I do, it makes my heart melt. Same to Angelica, Jaymee and Weegee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Nikki:&lt;/strong&gt; I know there’s no chance for us anymore. Despite that, I want you to know that I still do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Grecel:&lt;/strong&gt; I may not be that be in love with you anymore but whatever may happen, you’ll always be a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my friends:&lt;/strong&gt; Especially to Vicman, Archie and Willson, I consider you now as my best friends. It’s not because of the fact that we watched The Omen in Greenbelt together, it’s because of your time bonding with me and listening to the things that I want to express. Sa Huk: Salamat mga ‘tol! Mark: Be the best housemate! Jansen: Since first year up to graduation day, I never liked your attitude. (You can even ask Nikki!) But things changed lately this vacation. You helped me discover myself. You might wonder how, basta. Alaine, AJ and the rest: Salamat sa inyo! Pati kila Ate Marnelli at Viam! (Sa mga hindi nabanggit, marami lang tlga para imention lahat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my teacher friends:&lt;/strong&gt; Mama Roma, Ate Rona, Ninong Buboy, at Ate Julie. Salamat sa panahon ninyo sa pagtuturo at pakikipagkulitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Ate Marian:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for listening to my insights. I really appreciate the effort you exert talking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa Fourth Year Paul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa San Rafael people…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa IComS…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At sa lahat ng mga naging parte ng buhay ko:&lt;/strong&gt; Maraming salamat sa inyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just hope you’ll be able to read this…)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114983582883632611?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114983582883632611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114983582883632611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/squeezed-out.html' title='Squeezed out'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114983561257952766</id><published>2006-06-09T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:28:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>It’s now easy for me to understand things about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be enrolled in “Green”-belt and Ateneo, but I study in UP Diliman – the premier university for higher learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s very seldom for you to spot me in Power Plant and Greenbelt, but the experience being in SM or even Walter Mart with my friends is incomparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not see me riding a BMW or the like, but being in a Toyota Corolla would be the best ride ever – as long as I’m with my family in the rest of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath may not smell like Cibo after lunch, but a home cooked nilagang baka would top it off as long as my mom is the one who cooked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacoste and Hollister may not be the brands to be found inside my closet, but a fake A&amp;amp;F shirt from Bangkok is the best shirt I own – because it was my sister’s pasalubong for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet being in a Florsheim is nothing with it being in an ordinary pair of shoes paid by my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not be enjoying a P3000 dinner plate and a fireworks show at Shangri-La during December 31, but a simple group hug would be a better start for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not all of us had gone to the States, but sleeping in an air conditioned room all together is an experience of a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114983561257952766?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114983561257952766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114983561257952766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114983558174233832</id><published>2006-06-09T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:39:31.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Baked Dreams</title><content type='html'>Do you know a person who dreams of having a low end car and condo unit, sidecars, second hand laptops and refurbished phones? Well, I do. I find him in spoons, surfaces of water, window tints and in the mirror most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just some of my “half baked” dreams. Don’t you find it weird? They say it costs you nothing to dream, and that a dream is the perception of one’s heaven. So why not push it to the limits, though they are meant to be limitless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some dream to have a life like mine. Though I know that I’m not that rich to be in other people’s dreams, those who belong to the D or E bracket may find mine to be heaven.&lt;br /&gt;“I love cheap stuff.” I only say that when I know that the stuff can fool someone who’s not knowledgeable about it. I’m a quantity over quality person. I’m a cheapskate. I love to make things appear new and classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you an idea on how “half baked” my dreams are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I want to own a Hyundai Getz or a Chevrolet Aveo for school.&lt;br /&gt;• I’ve always wanted to buy a low end condo unit and turn it to a classy one by myself.&lt;br /&gt;• I want to have a second hand laptop and install Windows XP on it, regardless if it’s a Pentium 2 or 3.&lt;br /&gt;• I want to buy a pre-owned phone and have its casing and keypad replaced so it would look new.&lt;br /&gt;• I want to go to Singapore via a budget airline such as Tiger or JetStar.&lt;br /&gt;• I want to go to Bora with my family by ferry.&lt;br /&gt;• I crave for Abercrombie and Fitch imitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think what’s up to me to dream for such. I have an answer to that: I don’t care about what other people might say. I just want my dreams to be feasible -- to be as close to reality. I don’t want to disappoint myself for not getting what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live up by the saying: “All of us can fly, but remember to hit the ground.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114983558174233832?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114983558174233832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114983558174233832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/half-baked-dreams.html' title='Half Baked Dreams'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114978395250329059</id><published>2006-06-09T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:16:00.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaano kadumi ang isip mo?</title><content type='html'>nabigyan ka na ba ng bj?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako oo, madalas nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marami ang gustong makatanggap ng bj. sa maraming pagkakataon, sa maraming lugar, at sa kahit anong dami ng tao, maraming nagbibigayan ng bj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa paaralan nga lang namin, na exclusive school for boys, maraming nagbibigayan ng bj. kapag walang teacher, kapag hindi nakatingin ang teacher, at ang nakakagulat pa, minsan sa library, kapag hindi nakatingin ang librarian. ginagawa namin ito ng palihim, baka kasi mahuli kami eh kami rin ang kawawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami nga lang ng mga kaibigan ko, madalas magbigayan ng bj. nagpapagalingan pa kami. sa school, sa bahay ng ibang kaklase, sa cr. kahit saan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi lang samin nagbibigayan ng bj, pati sa labas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga parlor nalang, kapag natatahimik ang gunigupitan ng bading, hihirit ito ng bj. gusto nitong masiyahan ang customer niya kaya't kadalasan binibigyan nya ng bj ang mga ito, at nagugustuhan naman ng customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadalasan, napapa-"wooh!" at "ahh!" ang mga taong nabibigyan ng bj. malakas na tawa pa nga minsan kapag nasiyahan sila ng husto. madalas, may kasama pang hingal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masarap naman kasi talaga magbigayan ng bj, kapag walang ginagawa, kapag brownout, o kaya naman malungkot kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikaw? kaya mo ba akong bigyan ng bj?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya mo ba akong bigyan ng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTER JOKE? yung mas maganda dito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114978395250329059?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114978395250329059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114978395250329059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/gaano-kadumi-ang-isip-mo_09.html' title='gaano kadumi ang isip mo?'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114943018800096740</id><published>2006-06-04T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:09:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>compneuter</title><content type='html'>i got this from the forum site of UP. this really made me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine. "House" for instance, is feminine: "la casa." "Pencil," however, is masculine: "el lapiz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the feminine gender ("la computer"), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;&lt;br /&gt;2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;&lt;br /&gt;3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and&lt;br /&gt;4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it. (No chuckling... this gets better!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ("el computer"), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;&lt;br /&gt;2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;&lt;br /&gt;3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and&lt;br /&gt;4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114943018800096740?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114943018800096740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114943018800096740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/06/compneuter.html' title='compneuter'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114827640512208704</id><published>2006-05-22T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:11:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a "city" within a city</title><content type='html'>i won't mention anything about my cousin's (cookie) 18th birthday party last saturday until i get our pictures from her sister... (i'll make another post for that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we witnessed the opening of the third largest mall in the world -- the &lt;strong&gt;SM Mall of Asia&lt;/strong&gt;. who could ever imagine that a piece of land, once a part of the Manila waters, will turn into an entertainment plaza and a business hub enclosed in an architectural marvel. amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've never had a trip without any mishaps. just before entering the mall, our attention was called by the traffic enforcers. swerving. then by the time we entered the mall, it was already an hour past lunchtime. so we searched for teriaki boy and to our surprise, in every resto that we saw, the queue was so large in number. so we just went at the foodcourt, waited for other people to finish because there are no available seats. i did not expect that it's going to be like that, relative to the mall's huuge space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after eating, we explored the mall. my dad bought some stuff then we waited for the sunset at cafe breton while eating crepes and sandwiches. (something happened, but i won't mention it, haha!) after eating, we went near the waterline to look closely at the sunset. then the fireworks display. it was fun! everyone went like "wooow! oooh!" after every spark in the sky. as in &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt; in the mall did that. then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the experience was so fun. i did not expect that my mother, who's not into mallings, will have a great time there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were lots of chinese people, foreigners, and celebrities. (though we were not able to see one, except for that *err* band cueshe. haha) we also spotted Sen. Biazon in Our Home, sitting on a couch... which is actually for sale. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SM Mall of Asia&lt;/strong&gt; is like &lt;strong&gt;Megamall-Eastwood-Baywalk&lt;/strong&gt; combined. we all had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Universal Studio's globe. US can sue Henry Sy with "architectural piracy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall's facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM Mall of Asia wants go give people the "Eastwood experience" within a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tokyo Tokyo entertainers juggling while on stilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect place for lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Pikka and me at Our Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the mall overlooking Paranaque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Jonnah and me infront of the "famous" globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mascots' Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Teriyaki Boy! (I wonder why these ladies are always in my pictures...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suppose-to-be bronze globe in a nearer view. The guy on the left is Reuben, the Cueshe guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Jonnah and me at the front facade of the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall's entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me while experiencing the feeling of driving our future car. Naks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facade of the mall facing Manila Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world famous Manila Bay sunset. Where's the sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Magkakapatid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC00160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later in the evening, we watched &lt;strong&gt;Mastermind - The Magics of Erik Mana&lt;/strong&gt;. that show (and Erik Mana himself) are so freaky. we wonder if he has a girlfriend cause we think nobody would like him cause he's really freaky. then he made the viewers do something infront of the tv and i freaked out when the card i'm holding was the one he 'prophecized' that i'm gonna see. then he did a lot of other magic tricks that really made us freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching david blaine (spellcheck) isn't as impressive as watching him, since knowing that it's done in the philippines and the one who's doing it is a filipino. freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go now. i'll make another post later if and only if bettina will go online. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114827640512208704?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114827640512208704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114827640512208704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/05/city-within-city.html' title='a &quot;city&quot; within a city'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114803200311032541</id><published>2006-05-19T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:27:05.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Diliman. Unlike any other.</title><content type='html'>i just finished having lunch (and arguing with my sister over an extra bowl of noodles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three short weeks to go and finally, i'm going to spend 5/7 of my week in the 'microcosm of the philippines,' most commonly known as the challenging, exciting and one of a kind world of UP Diliman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even before graduation, i was really excited to meet college friends. my sisters, one from UP Diliman, who graduated Magna Cum Laude last April 23, (ehm, brother's pride!), and my sister in UPEPP, BA Econ, has lots of college friends -- and i was able to witness their closeness during their sleepovers here and in our thanksgiving party last May 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's done with her college life. now, it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last december, my cousin IM'ed me that i passed the DLSUET. the following year, ust.edu.ph informed me that i passed the USTET as well. and last february, my sister informed me about me getting in to UP Diliman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's my reaction during those days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2005: La Salle!&lt;br /&gt;February 2006: La Salle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so mean, right? well. that's me. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually, if i was not able to make it to UP Diliman, i'm going to convince my parents to send me to, uh, Taft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it even came to a point that i was so eager to study in, argh, Taft, that i planned to audition for PBB Teen Edition just to have more money for, ah, Taft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things changed after the UPCAT results were finally released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the end of april, we decided to have my physical examination done in a private hospital. (to escape from the procedure in the infirmary where you will be asked to get naked.) then i was shocked to see the doctor who's going to examine me. wow! she's pretty, and young! i became a bit naughty again and thought about how she's going to answer the part where the genitalia needs to be checked. hmm. then i became depressed when she said "okay, we're done!" jeez! i read my form, and she indicated 'Normal.' i wanted to ask her "how could you be so sure bout this one?" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on may 2, we went to the infirmary to pass the requirements. mama left for chowking and i was left alone in the university. it was soo fun. i got ahead of others since i had myself examined outside the infirmary and all they have to do is to give me the medical certificate. it was like just 1-2-3. out! i spent just less than 5 mins in the infirmary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to UP last May 11 to enrol. i was with mama and my sister since we're going to bring her to her friend's place since they're going to thailand the next day. so we arrived by 9am and good thing the college briefing just started. though, i was not able to sit since there are lots of people who came early and they were able to occupy the auditorium's seats. so i just stood there, listened. and there is this girl who asked "what's your course?" and i was like oh my god, this is it -- my new college friends. so i answered her question and introduced myself. she's Sara from STC. i just forgot the name of her friend who also happens to be from BS ComSci. we were promised to be given with Sterling products but i was not able to receive any. and by the way, SmartBRO gave away 2 3-month free broadband subscription to those who will be able to answer the trivia questions. "When was the UP Diliman - College of Engineering officially founded?" i don't know the answer so there's no feeling of guilt. well, with the next question "Give 5 out of 9 Departments of the College of Engineering." i was like "oohh myy good! i know this one! i can name seven!" but i was shy and far enough to get noticed by the speaker so i just let myself miss the opportunity i was dreaming for the past months. i left the auditorium with a feeling of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to palma hall to enrol. (with 6,500 in my pocket -- my friend's estimate for the tuition fee) at first i thought it's going to be easy, until i saw the very long line. ah, they're right. you're already in up if you see a lot 'pilas' everyday. but i was not able to notice the queue since there are lot of pretty girls around. mmm. i was happy since i was able to get all the subjects i pre-enlisted in CRS. then i went upstairs to pay for my tuition. it was 7,091.50. sheesh! good thing i brought with me my money. i'm a thousand pesos short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i woke up early since that day is our Freshman Orientation Program. i brought with me our SNES since i'm going to look for cables for that in SM after the orientation. i left bulacan (with just pieces of bread in my stomach) by 9:30 and i arrived in UP by 11am. the FOP was scheduled at 12pm. obviously, i'm a bit early, an hour early to be exact. right there and then, i saw Sara, my first college friend. so we were together in the line. we were first in line since we came first. at 12, they started to let people in. i saw a lot of freshmen (of course) but i could not imagine that male students about just five inches tall will become future engineers. i'm not supposed to say that cause they could be more intelligent that me. don't get deceived by the looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got in. they gave me the starter kit, as i may call it, and saw the schedule of activities. darn! walang pakain, hahaha! an i told myself "gah, this is gonna be a hard day!" we were able to occupy the front row seats since we came in first. i kept on looking at others. i analyzed how they look, how they dress up, and how they act. i was just in a red shirt, shorts and rubber shoes, not very 'binata' look at all. and remember, i have my 'toy' with me in my backpack, so i felt kinda uncomfortable at first. while others, they're in jeans, nice tees and they got cool hairstyles. i just told myself: "well, this is up, choose your wild!" then, the program started. it was soo fun. it's just like watching a stand up comedy. then we watched videos and stuff. then at the latter part of the program, the pep squad taught us the cheers and the alma mater song. at first i was shy to do it lively since i find the other cheers lame. and i was looking at the other guys if they're participating well. at the time when they taught us the famous U-nibersidad cheer, that is when i cared nothing about what they're going to say if i'm going to participate. i can really feel the UP spirit in it and i can really say that "This is it! I'm in UP Diliman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we joined the campus tour. i waited for sara since she needs to visit the restroom. then we got inside the bus. we were the last ones to hop in so we were not able to choose seats. she sat somewhere else and i sat at the back portion of the bus. i was listening to the guide when this girl in my left tapped my knee and said that she wants to talk to me. that was joyce with her friend melai. they were with their gay friend, haha. so we talked the whole time. and when we were about to go down, i said "nice meeting you guys, so what are your names again?" and i gave them my hand. ooh. tactics. hahaha. when we got down, i introduced to them sara, and they said "so, you're with your girlfriend?" and i answered "no, we just met yesterday!" i asked for her number and left for SM with sara. heavy traffic welcomed us and i reached SM by 6.30pm. tita emily was there already and i was no longer able to get my SNES fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have 3 college girl-friends. more awaits me on the first day of classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mabuhay ka, ISKOLAR ng BAYAN!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114803200311032541?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114803200311032541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114803200311032541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/05/up-diliman-unlike-any-other.html' title='UP Diliman. Unlike any other.'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114770418073787699</id><published>2006-05-15T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:43:48.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakkee's World v3.0</title><content type='html'>hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na ang bagong layout ng aking site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very japanese ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't tell why, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just keep it to myself! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa na akong ganap na iskolar ng bayan sapagkat nakapagenrol na ako at nakaattend ng orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayroon na rin akong maituturing na college friends. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saya saya ko. gusto ko nang mag college! (but of course, back to school shopping muna, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya rin ako dahil bukas ay uuwi na ang ate ko galing thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko na makita... ang uwi ko, este ang ate ko, hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa sabado, aattend kami ng 18th birthday ng insan at buddy kong cookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday sayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye muna! mag-aayos muna ako ng site! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(salamat nga pala sa mga umattend, nakitulog at nakikain at nakinuod ng PBB 24/7 noong thanksgiving/grad party namin ni ate. at xempre sa mga nagregalo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114770418073787699?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114770418073787699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114770418073787699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/05/lakkees-world-v30.html' title='Lakkee&apos;s World v3.0'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114665035948531684</id><published>2006-05-03T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:59:19.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be back... soon!</title><content type='html'>watch out for my new blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa sobrang dami ng inaasikaso ko, di ko pa nagagawa ang bagong layout ng aking blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise ko sa iba sa inyo, it would no longer be soccer inspired, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at hindi lang puro kwento, may articles na rin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana magustuhan nyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Lakkee's World ver. 3.0 [Summer 2006]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114665035948531684?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114665035948531684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114665035948531684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/05/be-back-soon.html' title='be back... soon!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114285340341333795</id><published>2006-03-20T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:25:51.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a weird, exciting, and surprising week!Ã¼</title><content type='html'>yay! 5 nights to go and finally i'm gonna graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's not the reason why i blogged tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has something to do about a mysterious thing that we discovered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night, we named our new pet cat "Roxy" since 'twas the night when Roxanne Barcelo of Pinoy Big Brother -- Celebrity Edition decided to leave the house for her to be able to march in her graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's exciting about that happened yesterday evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ninang (who happens to be my father's sister) sent an SMS to daddy. the message is somewhat similar to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kaka (they call my dad this way), 'di ba kamukha ni rose (or 'di ba si rose) yung mommy ni roxanne barcelo? (my dad's ex-girlfriend)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sound asleep when he received the SMS, and i just learned about it when we went to the supermart. so while we were eating at Max's, i told them that i'm gonna research about roxanne the very moment we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wikipedia.org provided me this info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anne Roxanne "Roxie" Jordan Barcelo (born January 20, 1985 in Fairfax, Virginia) is a Filipina actress, model and singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne spent her childhood in the United States until the age of 12 before she settled in the Philippines. She was only eight years old when she joined a singing contest called "Best of the Best" in the United States and won. Her broadcasting talent was put to test also at that very tender age, when she became a member of ESPN (the sports channel) Kids. On the other hand, she was already a professional child model. She did TV commercials for the Smithsonian Museum's 150th anniversary, 4th of July, GAP and JC Penny.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And another site with this info:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her mom (Rosebell Jordan) was an accountant in World Bank. while her dad (Antonio Barcelo, a Ph.D from Walden University, Indiana) was a management consultant in a local government agency in Virginia. Her parents decided to come back to their nativeland, simply because they want their children to spend their formative years with positive Filipino values.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;god! we were all shocked to learn that roxanne's mom, is my dad's ex-girlfriend, since her surname is Jordan and (according to my mom) when they broke up, Rose went to the States and that is when their (my dad and mom) relationship started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;a classmate of mine joked: "Baka naman kapatid sa labas mo si Roxanne!?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i was speechless... i don't know if i'm not gonna believe him because i realized that even during roxanne's early years in showbusiness, people keep on telling my Ate Jonnah that she looks like this actress-singer (who happens to be roxanne.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/29/RoxanneBarcelo.jpg/150px-RoxanneBarcelo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Roxanne Barcelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/DSC_0040-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ate Jonnah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;whew! maybe it's just plain coincidence...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyways, my mama even joked: "Tara, invite natin! For sure tawag sa'yo nun, Tito Art!" (while talking to my dad)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okay, so much about Roxy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yesterday, we went to mass at the Basilica Minore, Malolos City. when we were about to go home, our car did not start, which made my mama a bit angry. and because of that incident, finally, we convinced her to buy a new family vehicle! yay! (and she promised that we'll inquire the very week after graduation!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;on, sunday, i can finally get a new phone. i can finally get braces!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm so excited to enroll in UP Diliman! it's a dream come true for me! we are now looking for a condo unit/apartment to rent for me and my classmates to stay in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;speaking of condominium...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my mama and i had a conversation about having a residence in manila. first, we thought of buying a condo unit, since ate's going to work already. but we remembered that we have a property (our 'mana' from our grandma) near SM West and we realized that when the North Triangle Mall is already operational, the value of that property will surely rise. so having a house built there also became another option. maybe in 3 years time, hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;by the way, i was elected as the class representative for the Alumni Officers of our batch. thank you very much to JMarc Mendoza for nominating me and to my classmates, for giving me the majority of the votes! hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm looking forward for our grad party to push through on april 3. i just hope that all of us will be able to attend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;high school life's finally coming to an end. awh. :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dalhin mo ako sa iyong &lt;strong&gt;palasyo&lt;/strong&gt;, maglakad tayo sa hardin ng yong kaharian..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114285340341333795?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114285340341333795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114285340341333795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/03/weird-exciting-and-surprising-week.html' title='a weird, exciting, and surprising week!Ã¼'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114285024167211399</id><published>2006-03-20T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:33:05.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Pictures!Ã¼</title><content type='html'>Pictures of me and my partner during our Promenade last February 11, 2006...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/serkeeprom1.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:40pm: Me and my partner before leaving the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="440" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/serkeeprom8.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15pm: Upon arrival at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/serkeeprom7.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:05pm: While waiting for the dinner to be served!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/serkeeprom6.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during the night: While on the dance floor together with a good friend Archie and his, uh, partner, Angela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/serkeeprom5.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:47pm: We were awarded as the "Pair of the Night '05-'06"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/serkeeprom4.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:39pm: At home, before going to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114285024167211399?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114285024167211399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114285024167211399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/03/prom-pictures.html' title='Prom Pictures!Ã¼'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114187212493010262</id><published>2006-03-09T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:15:44.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The City of Pines... Baguio City!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/IMAG2575.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at SM Baguio! [L-R: Lakkee, Carlo, Vicman, Kram and Jasper]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/IMAG2580.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everytime I think of you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/IMAG2581.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Mountain Dew" Pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/IMAG2582.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pati ba naman sa&lt;/em&gt; Baguio, &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt;-cute &lt;em&gt;parin&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/IMAG2585.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my "Superman" at Wright Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/IMAG2576.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kram at Burnham Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/IMAG2588.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of SM City Baguio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114187212493010262?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114187212493010262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114187212493010262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/03/city-of-pines-baguio-city.html' title='The City of Pines... Baguio City!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114112925391117470</id><published>2006-02-28T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:20:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iskolar... ng bayan! ngayon ay lumalaban!Ã¼</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"OH MY GOD!"&lt;/strong&gt; I made it in the &lt;strong&gt;University of the Philippines - Diliman&lt;/strong&gt;! Thank You Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised! Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I brought with me my phone at school for me to know the results at the soonest possible time. The candidates for the Honor Roll were excused in the morning (and I'm quite depressed to know that I'm not one of them, aww.) Then after the test, my phone vibrated and I opened the message (I forgot about the UPCAT thing.) It was from an unknown number. The message goest this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U passd upcat. engg. Diliman. congrats. Ate jonnah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 seconds, i went crazy and shouted: "OOOHHH MYYY GOOOD!" with jerky movements and jumping action in the corridor. I was so surprised! Then the other students asked me why, I told them that I passed in UP Diliman! One of them asked "Eh, teka, pano mo nalaman!?" The crowd went to silence and I came to a realization: "Pano ko nga nalaman!?" And they learned that I brought with me my phone. Others even joked: "UP ka nga, di ka naman kasali sa graduation!" Haha! I'm so happy today and I was so excited to see my mom, so I went home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, she was so happy. So are my sisters, dad and tita mommy. They all texted me. I'm now calling my ate "Iska." (diminuitive of Scholar of the Nation) Haha! And Tita Emily even texted me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congrats ano gusto mo trip 2 hongkong? He he charge to dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gusto ko dun sa may kangaroo at koala bears, charge to tita emily"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I texted Fr. Dennis and I emailed my uncle about it! They're happy for me as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have a family dinner tonight to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a part of the UP - Diliman College of Engineering. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that there's not gonna be a negative reaction, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114112925391117470?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114112925391117470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114112925391117470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/02/iskolar-ng-bayan-ngayon-ay-lumalaban.html' title='iskolar... ng bayan! ngayon ay lumalaban!Ã¼'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114091434244396190</id><published>2006-02-26T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:05:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions... volcanic eruptions!Ã¼</title><content type='html'>it's finals week tomorrow and i'm a bit excited and nervous as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here's what happened to me last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* people kept on foisting me to join PINOY Big Brother after they have read my status message. (and after Fourth Year Peter had a huge conversation about it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i got 3 cuts from our tile mosaic project. they'll gonna take some time to heal since i'm a diabetic, jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i won as the 'Best Speaker' in the last debate sponsored by the English Club, and our team won! (I'll try to post my speech some other time!) the topic by the way if it is beneficial, necessary and practical to shift to Parliament type of government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my relationship with grecel has gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yesterday, we (my family and the rest of the orolink board and staff) went to Bahay na Tisa to eat dinner. after that, we went down and listened to acoustic music, while our parents are having a close door meeting. we went home by 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i was not in the mood yesterday and i still am. still, no one knows what's the reason behind it, i'll let them know this week. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a friend of mine is back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i was touched when our physics-teacher adviser said "And now, I'm officially closing Physics 4" aww.. we're not gonna have classes anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* after that, the class had this agreement that since 'twas the last day, we're all going to behave in ma'am bella's class. she was quite surprised to see that the classroom is clean, the chairs are aligned, that we are well behaved, and we even say sorry when we've done something wrong. she said "Aba! Napagalitan kayo ano!?" but our plan lasted for just 40 minutes, haha! (it's supposed to last for 2 hours) then we revised the lyrics of 'Narda' we changed Narda to Ma'am Bella and we told her that it's a song made for her, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yesterday, we had this 'Sex Education' Seminar. well, the talk is very informative, it just could have been better if the speakers are younger, wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i received my report card yesterday and my grades are great! i never expected that most of them are high! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* newton was right, for every action, there's an equal and opposite reaction. i won as the pair of the night and the best speaker, now i feel the 'opposite reaction' i was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my classmates and i had a huge discovery. while one of my 'effeminate' classmates is reporting, i took his wallet from him, and he's dumb enough not to notice. so i opened it and took all the pictures from it. at first, i just saw his family pictures but the last two pictures were quite shocking. the second to the last is the picture of one of my classmates, and the second one is the picture of another classmate, and mind you, he's naked. que horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* will you believe that this is in the philippines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/3/3e/Mall_of_asia_01.jpg/300px-Mall_of_asia_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* well, it's the SM Mall of Asia. (opens May 2006) yesterday, i was so busy researching about it and i was so surprised that we are able to have that kind of mall here in the philippines, despite of the poverty and crisis we experience right now. here are some facts about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It is considered as the Philippines' largest mall in terms of gross floor size&lt;br /&gt;- It is built on 19.5 hectares of reclaimed land and has a gross floor area of 381,075 square meters&lt;br /&gt;- A rotunda was constructed in the front of the mall with a huge bronze globe similar to Universal Studios (WOW!)&lt;br /&gt;- The mall will have the first ever IMAX theater in the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;- The theater would also have the largest screen in the Philippines at 22 x 30 meters, similar to a height of an eight-storey building&lt;br /&gt;- The mall also features an Olympic sized skating rink and possibly a science museum (even an indoor beach and roller coaster, according to a website)&lt;br /&gt;- It is now becoming to be the 3rd largest mall in the world, behind the West Edmonton Mall in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and a retail center in Beijing, China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i'm soo hungry, so i have to go! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114091434244396190?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114091434244396190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114091434244396190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/02/emotions-volcanic-eruptions.html' title='emotions... volcanic eruptions!Ã¼'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-114029698006221206</id><published>2006-02-19T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:45:42.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sharing time!Ã¼</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWS FLASH:&lt;/strong&gt; MALOLOS CITY -- (February 21) We won in today's batch debate! And I won as the &lt;strong&gt;'Best Speaker'&lt;/strong&gt;! Good for me! Hehe. Congratulations to all of the participants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngawrsh. it's 4.20am and i still can't go to sleep. anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past week, up to now, dami parin ang nambabati ng "Uyy, pair of the night!" just like yesterday (i was supposed to write earlier, when i realized that it's already sunday) mama said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama:&lt;/strong&gt; "Naka-shades pa si Pair of the Night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is asking me if i'm serious about me joining PBB. well at first, that was just a plan. but after some incouraging words from other people, i've realized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't I give it a shot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my chance to get some exposure, thus to become famous. and with that, i will be able to continue my plan. what's that plan? well, i can't disclose it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as days pass by, my relationship with grecel gets worse. well, maybe i just have to accept the fact that i'm really not for younger women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see Bianca Gonzales in person! i want her badly. infatuation? haha. garh! Gonzales again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really a lad with raging hormones... i can't control myself. the more i resist, the more 'it' urges me to do 'mischievous' acts. i think i must do some 'procrastination'. jeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just updated the picture in the 'memoirs' page. uh, i mean the about page. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i removed this part since before i went to sleep earlier, i realized that it's way too personal to post, hehe!Ã¼]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to end this here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning!Ã¼ (ended: 5.09am)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-114029698006221206?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114029698006221206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/114029698006221206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/02/sharing-time.html' title='sharing time!Ã¼'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-113991661556806275</id><published>2006-02-14T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:30:15.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the crest of my nirvana...Ã¼</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;for me, the 6th week of this year is the busiest week of my life. we were not able to attend classes since we're all busy for the prom. we're doing the batch prophecy and we had to do a lot of shooting, editing, arguing, and convincing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what happened last friday? my partner's name is juris. (i have to keep her identity hidden for security... and technical purposes, hehe!) i may not be a participant in the cotillion de honour but believe it or not, we won as the 'Pair of the Night'. haha. good thing my two sisters were there to witness our shining moment. ms. raymundo is right. it's a blessing in disguise. thank you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it is quite depressing in my part not to see people clap after showing the prophecy. we've worked hard for that. we go home 10.30pm everyday just to finish that and we get nothing, not a single word from the audience. good thing they all laughed at the dino thing. hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this week is gonna be a tough one for me since the report cards are to be distributed. and i know in myself that i did not do my best in the past grading period. i always feel tired. damn! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today is valentines day and i've got no date. well, in every positive thing you get, there's a negative reaction. i suppose you get what i'm saying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i passed the USTET and i just hope that i will also pass the UPCAT. whew! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our retreat in baguio is gonna be on the 5th of march, and i'm very excited about that. i'm gonna buy lots of stuff for some special people in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my grad pics were the most horrible pics i've ever had. i'm even having second thoughts of giving it away to people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm getting addicted to the song 'high' by the speaks, hehe. that was, i guess the highlight song in our prom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the teachers got no place to work since the 2nd floor restroom's drainage system is leaking to the faculty room. yikes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;since monday and also today, i've been receiving acknowledgements from people about the award last saturday. even my teachers, hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by the way, i've got a new crush. she happens to be bryan's prom date. i think she's so smart and she looks very friendly. yeawh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll just post the prom pics when i receive them this week. this is all for now. bye bye! happy hearts day to all!Ã¼&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-113991661556806275?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113991661556806275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113991661556806275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/02/crest-of-my-nirvana.html' title='the crest of my nirvana...Ã¼'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-113949186361648420</id><published>2006-02-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:30:41.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picturesque!Ã¼</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/aelogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My logo! Does it look nice? (And professionally made?) Hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="440" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2306.JPG" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got to go solo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2328.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ay, 'wag kang masungit!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2329.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cutie ICON! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2332.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2335.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Willson, Kenneth and I! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2349.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anak ng! Mukha akong bading dito ah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2350.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keepin' mahself busy with an iPod nano! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2355.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;iPods aren't allowed in school, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2356.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;iPod macro, that is! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2358.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Da Kee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2361.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's more of a mask than a key! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2394.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me with Vicman, pretending that there is nothin' wrong!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2304.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Jerome while editing the class prophecy video! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2395.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's raining men! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2396.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Aba teka!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2405.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vanity Personified!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2407.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angel Eyes, aww! (I did not intentionally place my hand there! I know what you're thinking!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2429.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At home, infront of the nice painting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2435.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At home again, before eating dinner! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="330" src="http://www.geocities.com/icsbphilip/CIMG2447.JPG" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inside my room, waiting for my PC to boot up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-113949186361648420?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113949186361648420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113949186361648420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/02/picturesque.html' title='Picturesque!Ã¼'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-113706542203273563</id><published>2006-01-12T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T05:11:01.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the moments, I thank God that I'm alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Lying here with you... Listening to the rain... Smiling just to see the smile upon your face..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song really caught my attention. So I've decided to start my post with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last January 7, we went to Renaissance Tower to attend my cousin's debut. We had a good time! I love my look that night since a) I looked good on that black Onesimus suit, silver necktie and that red long sleeves; and b) Many people went 'wow!' with my hairstyle (courtesy of Ystilo Salon, haha!) I like my picture... the reason why I uploaded it as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm privileged to become a part of the class prophecy committee! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, though we don't have classes, I opted to go to school to update our bulletin board with Alvin Jimenez, one of the most active members of the ICONS Computer Society, and one of my new found friends. We changed everything from the contents -- to the background... everything! At 12, we went to Jollibee to eat lunch, all expenses paid by the club! I'm the president and I've decided to do that (the free lunch) since we really allotted (devoted, yuck!) our time in making that... despite the fact that we're supposed to be having fun at home, being a couch potato, eating, and surfing the net the whole day. I think we do deserve that! By the way, thanks to Alvin for accompanying me! Then after that, we saw one of the 3rd year groups doing their project in AP. Ahh, AP. I can still remember that 100 score we got. They insisted me to do their projects, but I refused, since I'm loaded with lots of stuff to do. Whew! Then, his classmate/friend Mark Reyes, also went there. We chatted about school and funny stuff and we went to the rooftop, enjoyed the scene, then we went to Mega Magic, then to Blue Magic, until they finally went home. (They're actually planning to go to URC, but I dunno what's with the change of plan. Hmm...) I really enjoyed their company. I think they're better friends than... oh, God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished formatting the other PC. Nothing more to say about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw the latest issue of FHM. I just wonder how Vanna Garcia survived the coldness of the cubes of ice (or tubes rather) she's lying on. For sure her body's numb... and... nah! (Our Father...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Manalo's (my adviser) mother is still in the hospital. Please pray for her fast recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case No. :&lt;/strong&gt; 13569&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examinee Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Lacanilao, Arturo Iii Enriquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School :&lt;/strong&gt; Immaculate Conception School For Boys, Bulacan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Degree :&lt;/strong&gt; CS-CSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SFA status:&lt;/strong&gt; Qualified ONLY as regular/paying student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one, two to go! UP and UST. If I can't be green, (and maroon for sure), is yellow a good choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired with what Father Pablo told us a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why starting tomorrow morning, I would no longer give people that 'suplado' and 'mayabang' look I usually do. Promise! And I would try to act more refined than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Vanity Personified' - this description is also applicable to me! Just bought this Nivea Facial Foam for Men. I seldom see other guys use that same stuff. Just hope that it will work for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not able to attend the last practice of the Cotillion de Honor. I'm going to attend this Saturday, promise! I just hope that my partner, Meg, will be available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Meg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't personally asked her to be my prom date. Ddamn! I always shake and shiver whenever I plan to talk to her. I'm so ashamed of myself since I'm supposed to go to their place and ask her and her parents personally. I'm such a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls... Girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, when will I and Grecel stop fighting! Am I the problem? I don't think so. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say hi to a good ol' friend, Nikki! Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take this opportunity to thank God for giving me new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished downloading two new songs: Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag and Third Eye Blind - Semi Charmed Life. Though they're not new songs, they are in my iTunes playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes... iPod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When am I going to have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the O2 Xda mini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go wall climbing, but the one in Toby's was removed already! Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive... These are the moments I'll remember all my life... I found all I've waited for... And I could not ask for more..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-113706542203273563?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113706542203273563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113706542203273563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2006/01/these-are-moments-i-thank-god-that-im.html' title='These are the moments, I thank God that I&apos;m alive...'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-113584865904897899</id><published>2005-12-29T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:11:12.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny is another term for not having a choice!</title><content type='html'>NEWS: I passed the DLSUET or the De La Salle Univeristy Entrance Test. Good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my relationship with Grecel is getting better and better everyday, i just don't know for how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're still in search for my prom date. One of my choices is Meg Salvador, a junior from Miriam College HS. She's the daughter of my parents' friends. Her approval is still 182 km away (she's in Baguio right now, hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't started doing any of the projects. I still don't feel like doin' it, you care nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our office (Orolink Lending Investors) had a Christmas party last December 26. The board and the employees (and their families as well) ate dinner together and after that, we had the usual bowling tournament. First, I thought I'm not gonna be at the last place since our partner's daughter is the youngest. But to my surprise, still, I got the lowest score! Damn! But I had fun, really, even my siblings and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still praying for me to get in to UP. Please God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 7th, it's gonna be my cousin's debut. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting addicted to the Season 5 episodes of Smallville. I'm through with Episode 2 - Mortal. What's next? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting obsessed with designer clothes, specifically the ones from 'Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana' but for sure, it would cost me a fortune to have a piece of that. Haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life! Queer! Hahaha... (You know who you are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You to the people who greeted me last Christmas. I can't remember you all. Special thanks to Vicman for calling me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practice for the cotillion was postponed. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite depressed since our houseboy accidentally broke my mug. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now, I've still got a lot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Destiny is just another term for not having a choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!Ã¼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-113584865904897899?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113584865904897899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113584865904897899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/12/destiny-is-another-term-for-not-having.html' title='Destiny is another term for not having a choice!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-113533980146991209</id><published>2005-12-23T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T20:10:01.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jingle bell... jingle bell rock!Ã¼</title><content type='html'>i can already feel christmas... the wind's cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with the title. well.. i'm having this 'LSS' or Last Song Syndrome of the song Jingle Bell Rock, performed by 'Santa's Helpers' in the movie Mean Girls. i love Lindsay Lohan... there's something in her that makes me remember JoJo, my other crush. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: me and grecel had a huge fight. jeez. we need to fix this, i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to san rafael, bulacan to have a 3-day vacation. it was so fun. we went to the 'mountains' to celebrate mass with the barrio people. on the last day, we went to the big "M" to shop. i again enjoyed the company of father dennis espejo, kuya ian, kuya leander, kuya herbert, kuya jr, and paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might wanna know who's my prom date? it's none other than Maria Nikki Castillo - Cruz. haay. how i wish her parents will allow her to be my prom date. if so, we are going to practice weekly for the cotillion. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished window shopping on eBay, Hollister Co., Abercrombie and Fitch, Lacoste, Gap, Old Navy, Urban Outfitters, and Pacsun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need money to spend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to have a work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year, the entrance test results will be finally released... jeez.Ã¼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some funny quotes about christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions such as trying to find a parking space at the mall.  We traditionally do this in my family by driving around the parking lot until we see a shopper emerge from the mall, then we follow her, in very much the same spirit as the Three Wise Men, who 2,000 years ago followed a star, week after week, until it led them to a parking space."&lt;/em&gt; - Dave Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There has been only one Christmas - the rest are anniversaries."&lt;/em&gt; - W.J. Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree.  In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall."&lt;/em&gt; - Larry Wilde, The Merry Book of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Christmas is a time when kids tell Santa what they want and adults pay for it.  Deficits are when adults tell the government what they want and their kids pay for it."&lt;/em&gt; - Richard Lamm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"From a commercial point of view, if Christmas did not exist it would be necessary to invent it."&lt;/em&gt; - Katharine Whitehorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank.  People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!'  or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!'..."&lt;/em&gt; - Dave Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays to everyone!Ã¼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-113533980146991209?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113533980146991209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113533980146991209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/12/jingle-bell-jingle-bell-rock.html' title='jingle bell... jingle bell rock!Ã¼'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-113471343303300597</id><published>2005-12-16T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T09:37:16.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinoy, ikaw ay pinoy... ipakita sa mundo!Ã¼</title><content type='html'>well, i'm extreemeely happy this week since a lot of good things have happened... (and hopefully to happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec. 9 &gt; we started putting up the icoms booth. ang saya saya since a lot of members helped us. nagpalaki kami ng muscles, ang bibigat kasi nung tables at nung dividers. kala ko nde na kami magkakaanak sa bigat, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec. 10 &gt; continuation. dun ko nalaman kng cno talaga yung mga devoted sa club. sila cudia, wilson, archie, shawn, tansie, yung isang mtaba na malakas, yung kamukha ni paul kendrick, si kiko, benjie, lazo, jansen, yung pamangkin ni mamanalo, si alvin chun hyang, at yung iba pa. hehe. i consider them as friends now, ang saya talaga. tapos pinuntahan pa ako ni grecel kahit umuulan. waw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec. 11 &gt; dumating na ang araw. ang daming tao. at ang laki pa ng kinita namin. kaso nde kami nanalo as club of the year, sayang. tapos 1 day lang. nasayang lahat ng plan namin. nde nakapunta c gre. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec. 13 &gt; eto na. friends day. binati pa ako ni jmarc sa sound system, hehe. salamat 'tol. tapos andun ulet c gre. madami gurlz. nkapagpacute nnman ako, hehe. eto best part. after nung friends day, sbi sakn nung isang icon "hoy, may naghahanap sa iyo, metro!" waw. gulat ako. paglabas ko, andun nga si che at gre. waw. inaya nila ako bumili ng gift. paglabas ng campus, dami nakakita, pati yung mga karibal ko. un nga, nagpunta kami sa kris 100. nakipagkulitan, then zagu, then binigay ko yung pics ko. hehe. then usapan at flirt moments sa school. haha. nde nman ganun ka intense, bsta hwak sa kamay, habulan, and stuff. then iyon. nakita kami ni keen, ex nya. eyon. tapos umambon, hinatid ko siya sa sakayan. tapos pagkabye nya, hinatak ko kamay nya. sbi ko "i love you" tpos sabi nya "i love you too" basta ang saya saya ko nung pabalik na ako. parang sa books lang iyon nangyayari. super saya ko. parang kami na. hehe. pagkauwi ko, hinanap ko agad yung mp3 ng Sakayan ng Jeep ni Nikki Gil. hehe. ang saya talaga. super.Ã¼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec. 14 &gt; community night. bago un, twag muna ako kay gre. dinala dw nya pix ko sa skul. tpos sbi daw nung iba "si lakkee ba yan?" nde na ako magsasalita kasi baka sabhin nanaman kapal mukha ko. hehe. tapos yun. nung gabi, kulitan w/ classmates and teachers. tapos sabi sakin ni ma'am roma "lakkee ang cute mo nman ngaun" himala, nakyutan sakn eh pihikan un, hahaha. bka nun lang araw na yun, hehe. tapos picture kme sa cell nya. tapos un. hehe.Ã¼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec. 15 &gt; uwian na, tawag ako agad kila gre, miss ko na xa eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec. 16 &gt; (english time) i just finished doing speech lessons with the piece "Blonde and Blue Eyes" by Particia Evangelista... whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's vacation time, and i'm not yet working on any of the projects due next year. nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what forced me to post today? okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willie revillame once announced that the contestants for the next season of PBB will be celebs and the semi-celebs, and that the 3rd season will be for teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, believe it or not, i'm opting to join the 3rd season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to finally to make my dream of a ** ****ian education come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that i deserve to be a contestant! here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i have an interesting personality, hehe&lt;br /&gt;* i'm moody&lt;br /&gt;* i think that i look good on screen, haha&lt;br /&gt;* i have the qualities that endemol is looking for -- &lt;em&gt;yun bang tipong makakapagbigay kulay sa bahay ni kuya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sometimes i'm reserved but sometimes wacky&lt;br /&gt;* sometimes i'm humble, and sometimes&lt;em&gt; mayabang and&lt;/em&gt; sometimes &lt;em&gt;pasosyal&lt;/em&gt; in some sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what am i gonna do with the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i'll give the half of it to my dad, so that i can help him finance the business he's planning to put up in the states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i'm going to send myself to a very good school, naks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i think i'm gonna have a hard time inside the house. i cannot do things there which i usually do at home. i'm a growing boy yah know. you know what i mean, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;* i can't live without my pc, it's my life support&lt;br /&gt;* i can't live without my phone&lt;br /&gt;* i'm gonna miss my family soo much&lt;br /&gt;* i'm gonna miss my baby gre, love you!Ã¼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know why i always get the attention of fags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was when we went to jollibee to eat dinner. there was this group of fags (who seem to be co-workers in a parlor) who kept on looking at me. my mama also noticed that and she told me "mga bading ba yun? kanina pa tingin ng tingin dito eh?" then i tried to see for myself if they are really looking at me. and to my surprise, they're not just looking at me, they are talking about me. when i finished my meal, i went to the cr, i was quite horrified since their eyes followed my path and said "ay magc-cr siya!" i became more horrified when i saw them following me. man! i can't pee. i was so nervous. so i did it hurriedly and went back to our table. then when we were about to go home, they said "ay, uuwi na siya!" in a sad manner. freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second. i was strolling in the mall when this gay salesman's eyes also followed my path and said "starstruck" in the manner of singing the theme. then winked at me. i ran in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of other stories bout that but i feel uncomfortable talking bout them since i'm not, and will never be a gay benefactor. shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have to call up my girl-friend, my soon to be girlfriend, hehe. bye for now!Ã¼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-113471343303300597?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113471343303300597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113471343303300597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/12/pinoy-ikaw-ay-pinoy-ipakita-sa-mundo.html' title='pinoy, ikaw ay pinoy... ipakita sa mundo!Ã¼'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-113326581783653637</id><published>2005-11-29T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:06:40.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Know If A Girl Likes You?</title><content type='html'>According to Scott Hanson, here's how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make friends with her close friends (the ones with the big mouths).&lt;br /&gt;2. She flirts with you uncontrollably or will avoid you all together.&lt;br /&gt;3. She'll usually all of a sudden get louder or quieter when you come around.&lt;br /&gt;4. When she looks at you she either holds it for a long time or will pull away immediately.&lt;br /&gt;5. If her friends are loud and immature you'll hear "(your name), (her name) likes you!" And if that happens and she says â€œNo I donâ€™tâ€� more than 3 times with a smile or while laughing nervously then you can assume she likes you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sheâ€™s extremely mean to only you for no reason or she's extremely nice to only you for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;7. Her eyes will light up when she sees you or hears you or your name.&lt;br /&gt;8. She seems mad or will say comments like "just kiss her already" when you flirt with girls.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sometimes: she seems over eager to fix you up with someone.&lt;br /&gt;10. Or the most obvious she stalks you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Â· If she really really likes you she'll tell you herself.&lt;br /&gt;Â· Donâ€™t try too hard. Itâ€™s a huge turn off.&lt;br /&gt;Â· It helps if youâ€™re the sweet kinda guy who lets girls hug him. Youâ€™ll more likely hear about a girl liking you.&lt;br /&gt;Â· If you do hear a girl likes you be nice to her. Donâ€™t avoid her and donâ€™t seem disgusted because no girls will like you after that.&lt;br /&gt;Â· Be yourself but in a nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Â· Donâ€™t be stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things youâ€™ll need:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Â· Her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Â· The ability to flirt&lt;br /&gt;Â· Hugs to share&lt;br /&gt;Â· Kindness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-113326581783653637?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113326581783653637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113326581783653637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-to-know-if-girl-likes-you.html' title='How To Know If A Girl Likes You?'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-113326470097736075</id><published>2005-11-29T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:01:41.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how mean is your love... :'(</title><content type='html'>a while ago, i was roaming around my previous classroom, third year philip, and i saw a story posted in one of the armchairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: Many girls find this story annoying and offensive. Read this at your own risk. May cause hearaches and guilt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang gabi.. usapang lalake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sindi ng yosi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hithit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buga*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musta na, pare? Ako, okay lang. Eto. Nagmumuni-muni. Nag-iisip. Minsan talaga may mga bagay na hindi ko maintindihan. Ewan ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba ganun pare, ilang beses ko na pinag-aralan pero lagi na lang lumalabas na parang kahit 'sang anggulo mo tingnan, hindi nagiging patas para sa mga lalake ang ilang bagay pagdating sa pagmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tingin sa stars*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan naiisip ko, alam kaya ng mga babae ang hirap ng lalake na gumawa ng first move para magtapat ng pagmamahal? E yung hirap na dinadaanan sa panliligaw at pagsuyo sa mahal nya? Ang feeling ng masaktan pag nabasted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamang-lamang siguro, hindi ano. Wala naman yata silang alam sa mga paghihirap naten e. Ang alam lang ata nila e mamili, manakit, at magsaya. Tingin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tingin sa malayo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi naman ganun. Una pa lang, lalake na ang naghihirap. Hassle saten ang panliligaw pero bago pa yun, kung ano pang diskarte ang gagawin naten para masabi naten sa kanila na mahal natin sila. Alam kaya nila yun? Mahirap magsabi na mahal mo na yung babae, diba? Tapos liligawan pa naten. Patutunayan na mahal nga sila. Susuyuin to-the-max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maghahatid sa bahay, tutulungan, sasabayan, pakakainin, pagtyatyagaan, lahat na. Kulang na lang e pagsilbihan mo nang walang sahod. At ano ang kapalit? Well, depende sa trip nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo tol, sa trip lang nila. Wala silang pake kesehodang mahal natin talaga sila. Basta ang alam nila, pag di nila tayo trip, isang malaking HINDE ang makukuha naten, kahit umiyak pa tayo ng dugo o lumuhod sa mga asing buu-buo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para lang silang namimili ng damit na di man lang sinusukat bago ayawan. Kaya kahit mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal natin, sorry tayo. Hindi nila alam kung mahal mo sila. Kailangan mong maabot ang kanilang mga standards o uuwi ka lang na badtrip, iiling-iling, at minsan, luhaan. Wala tayong magagawa, marami silang alibi. "Hindi pa 'ko ready eh..", "Sorry pero I think we should just be friends..", "Ha? Uhhmm.. nagpapatawa ka ba? Hahahaha.." "Better luck next time na lang muna, okay lang?", "Give me a decade. Pag-iisipan ko muna..", "Para lang kitang kapatid e..", yaddah yaddah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang malaking pagsasaklob ng langit at lupa 'yon para saten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kuha ng bote ng beer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lagok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lunok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hindi lang 'yon tol. Sa pre-relationship stage pa lang yon. Pag sinagot na nila tayo, satin pa rin ang hassle. Tayo daw ang mga lalake kaya tayo ang hahawak ng relasyon. Tayo ang aayos kung may gulo; tayo ang dapat magpapakabait; tayo ang magtatyaga; tayo ang magiging devoted at faithful; tayo, tayo tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila? Ummm? Teka, isipin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Sila ang magsasabi kung anong oras kayo dapat magmeet; sila ang magtetext ng mga mushy at kabalbalang texts; sila ang magdedemand sayo ng kung anu-ano; sila ang magbabawal; sila ang magsasabi kung kelan ka dapat mag-shave, kung kelan ka pwedeng tumawag sa bahay nila, kung kelan sila di dapat bad tripin dahil meron sila, at kung kelan ka korni. Ewan. Ganun ata talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kuha ng bote ng beer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lagok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lunok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa yun tapos pare, dahil dapat tayo ang bahala kung ano ang magiging takbo ng relasyon. Pag maganda, edi okay. Pag may problema, kasalanan naten. Haay buhay. Minsan talaga kung tutuusin sakit sila ng ulo. Kaya lang mahal naten kaya di na natin iniintindi yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero alam mo tol, feeling ko mas sincere pa tayo magmahal sa kanila. Alam mo yun, iba tayo magmahal e. Hindi lang parang laru-laro lang. Seryoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... i've warned yah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-113326470097736075?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113326470097736075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113326470097736075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-mean-is-your-love.html' title='how mean is your love... :&apos;('/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-113093557281210389</id><published>2005-11-02T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:46:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freshly squeezed... Ã¼</title><content type='html'>i'm quite busy these past few days... i'm loaded with lots of schoolwork and engagements haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home at 5.20pm today since i went to school to show the editors the layout of the schoolpaper, which i've finished in just 2 days. i'm kinda stressed, to be honest. and my time to rest or entertain myself is kinda shortened because of this. well, it's a good thing to know that you've accomplished something -- especially if it's for your school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i got the chance to chat with one of my former classmates when i was still in elementary. i envy him soo much since i learned that he's targeting MIT as his school in college. no, not Mapua. it's the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read a news related to that. Bill Gates stated that the students who will graduate BSCS will be in demand in the states up to the next fifteen years. i was kinda enlightened since i expected before that i'm not gonna get a good job with the course (BSCS) that i've chosen. well, it came from the big man's mouth. nobody's bound to disagree. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last october 31, we had a halloween party here in my place. my cute little nieces and nephews came in nice outfits... darna... angel... superman (though they're not that freaky at all) and there came my cousins, impersonating Imang of Kampanerang Kuba (with matching candle) and many others. the song "Pinoy Ako" was played more than 10 times and all of the people (including me, haha) performed the steps popularized by the "Housemates"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october 26 - we went to angono rizal. we went to the blanco family museum and nemiranda museum. though i don't love art that much, i was still amazed by their works. i even took some pictures of them. then we went to club manila east. the rowing is soo cool and the slide... it's so fun! though my head got hit and i experienced benign headaches, it did not affect my freedom to be happy... what? haha! i'll be posting some of the pictures later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... october 23, we had the USTET or the University of Santo Tomas Entrance Test. well... NO SWEAT! as in! i'm not bragging but i'm telling you... it's easy! i've got the chance to meet new people, but unfortunately, there were no "cute chx" in room 310. haha. that's the saddest part. after that we went to the mall, ate in Tokyo Tokyo (i ate a lot... literally) and then we played in Quantum, and later, we played basketball... rewind&lt;&lt;&lt; what? i played basketball? no one's gonna believe me. haha. fine! i'm lying, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine that it's already two months since the time my lola passed away... time really does fly, but her memory will surely last forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.. by the way, we've got new appliances and furniture. haha, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier, i've read my cousin's post in her blog, and she indicated there that her greatest fear is rejection. well, we share the same fear. often times, i feel rejected (though i'm actually not being rejected) i'm so sensitive when it comes to this. don't talk with me for an hour, i feel like being rejected. i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, last october 16, i took the DLSU test. well the test is fine. (and the people too.. there are lots of chinitas, haha!) i still don't know if i'm gonna study there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister told me about Corbis -- an online database for professionally taken pictures. i'm searching for many pictures for the past few days... mostly about teen relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like writing my blog today, i'll just post another one maybe later next week. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i've discovered that my uncle from the cayman islands is also a visitor of my site! hi there! i just wonder how he learned about my site, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-113093557281210389?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113093557281210389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113093557281210389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/11/freshly-squeezed.html' title='freshly squeezed... Ã¼'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-113110732342814657</id><published>2005-11-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:28:43.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me About Yourself - The Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Lakkee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; August 15, 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/strong&gt; Malolos City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Location:&lt;/strong&gt; State of Bulacan (the new name for the province, after the ChaCha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height:&lt;/strong&gt; 5' 7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/strong&gt; Right Handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/strong&gt; Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/strong&gt; And 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/strong&gt; Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/strong&gt; To feel the effects of poverty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/strong&gt; The Cheesy One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/strong&gt; To accomplish my papers for... oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/strong&gt; Jeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/strong&gt; My back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/strong&gt; 9.30p -10.00p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/strong&gt; My middle school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/strong&gt; Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/strong&gt; McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/strong&gt; Group date, i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/strong&gt; Nestea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/strong&gt; Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/strong&gt; Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/strong&gt; Err... when i'm extremely mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/strong&gt; Err... yeah, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah! Anytime, anywhere, as long as I feel like doin it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/strong&gt; It depends, haha! Yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/strong&gt; Yah! I'm always in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/strong&gt; Is this a Rhetorical Question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/strong&gt; Yah, but I wanna try to have a live in partner first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/strong&gt; Yah, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/strong&gt; Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/strong&gt; I always do, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, but I was not before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/strong&gt; Nah, I hate the sound of thunder, it freaks me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/strong&gt; Slowly, but surely! Haha! Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/strong&gt; Microsoft's Senior Vice President!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/strong&gt; France, Spain, and ofcourse, the States!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/strong&gt; Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height:&lt;/strong&gt; 5' ++"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; Any, as long as it is proportional to her height!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/strong&gt; The "Conservative" Look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/strong&gt; Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you asking me to count rice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/strong&gt; Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/strong&gt; Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-113110732342814657?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113110732342814657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/113110732342814657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/11/tell-me-about-yourself-survey.html' title='Tell Me About Yourself - The Survey'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112885018915461205</id><published>2005-10-09T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:47:26.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an expression of my mind... ;)</title><content type='html'>whew! it would be already annoying if again, i'm gonna say "i'm back" cause i've already  used that for so many times. well, i still have no other way to start my post than "i'm  back!" so, just get used to it for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got home from justin's party. well, i had fun since my former and current  classmates are there. i came late since we bought something in balagtas. i ate lots of  cordon bleu. yum! then we did a lot of stuff which made all of us laugh, even some of his  family members. well, it's a good thing for me to know that we make other people happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironic to that, some people are, though hard to admit, are trying to make my life miserable.  one of them happens to be a member of the institution i belong in. last week, our class  president announced that one of the people who's gonna make the presentation is me. my teacher heard my name and said: "responsable ba yan!? eh ako nga a*****r eh hindi nyan  binabati eh!" well, God knows that i greeted her that morning. i accepted the fact that she  did not look at me when i greeted her since i'm already used to that. then, she's gonna do  that to me? and she really doesn't have trust in me. it made me really depressed and  offended at the same time. i told one of my teacher-friends about it and she gave the same  advice as before. i'll prove to you that i'm gonna be good, someday, somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much about that. well, last wednesday, i've realized something: true friends are the  people who are there for you in times of difficulties. but why am i always the one who  comfort them and help them when they are down? why is it that when i'm the one who's down,  nobody seems to care? that's why i've decided to be on my own that day. though honestly,  it's a hard thing for me to do, since i'm really emotional, and they are my only friends. a  while ago, i mingled with them, though there is still a little anger in me. when you get the  chance to read this guys, i think you now know why i'm like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is everything between grecel and me over? i don't know. i hope not. but she already  committed with paul. but according to her, they had a fight. i don't know if she still loves  me, just read her blog and try to find out: http://grecel.multiply.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday, we watched the finals of the MACIPRISA basketball game between ICSB and URC. we  had a great time shouting and yelling for our team but unfortunately, we lost. just like  what i keep on telling some of the members of the varsity: "it doesn't mean that you're not  the first, you're not good! nakatsamba lang sila" and "sa basketball lang naman sila  magaling eh!" and things like that. though it's not that true, but just to cheer them up and  make them optimistic, i forced myself to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have learned in our english class that a journal is supposed to be not that private. but  i'm trying to break the major rule since what i really wanna do is to burst out my emotions.  the things which i can't keep in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned yesterday that something/someone is back... it has to be kept secret until  sometime, but don't worry, you'll learn about it after a few months... hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my pc's back to normal operation and i've also fixed the PC in the library (i work as  a part time technician yah know! kidding) ms. gomez gave me an oreo. though i'm really not  expecting anything in return since all i want is other people's word of thanks, i accepted  that because oreo is my favorite! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, many people at school are all seeking for my help. they all do think that i'm really  good in computers. well, here's all i can say: "you are the ones who make me strong and good  in this field" good thing that they appreciate what i do, unlike OTHER PEOPLE! jeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one classmate of mine said twice that "kailan ko kaya magiging kagroup si lakkee?" i was  really touched by that. because, (i'm not bragging about this one, okay!?) for the past 2  major projects that we had, my group always get the highest score. and in our 3rd major  project, everyone is again expecting that our's gonna be the first again. whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really kinda pressured cause we have to finish the layouting of the school paper by this  week, and the editors are still not finished editing the articles. nice job! :( hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess this is already long enough so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toot... toot... toot... toot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112885018915461205?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112885018915461205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112885018915461205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/10/expression-of-my-mind.html' title='an expression of my mind... ;)'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112713418270126800</id><published>2005-09-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:01:29.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do things have to be this way?</title><content type='html'>i don't know but for the past few weeks, i can't understand my feelings. sometimes i feel extreme happiness, and sometimes, extreme sadness. when i become wacky, it means something. it's the other way around. i just try to be 'papansin' or 'oa' just to forget problems, just to be noticed, just to feel that i'm not alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like being in a rollercoaster ride. sometimes i'm up, shouting and sometimes i'm down, extremely down that no one can actually see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems appeared one by one before me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first is my hard feelings with 'some people in our institution' actually they're two. these people seem to lack trust in me, and i think that they are not that 'bilib' with my ability. let's just take it this way. there is this ball game, which i can consider myself as the best player, but i was not chosen to join the varsity. they proved that to me three times. and now, i have to speak. i asked my friend/teacher about it and you know what she said? it goes sumething like this: "don't say anything. just do your best in everything. and when you become successful, invite them in your victory party or show them what you've achieved, and it's just like slapping their faces!" i was surprised cause we have the exact idea, and because of that, my determination to show them that they're wrong multiplied bu three times. even four i guess. i'll make them regret the fact that they chose other people instead of me. the last laugh is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was that last saturday, we (mama and i) had a check up in healthway medical clinics in sm annex. but before that, we ate in a chinese resto in west, and while eating, i asked sumething from them. i planned of asking that question to them 5 months ago. i was not able to control my emotions when they said "lakkee, not now!" i want to tell them: "why do other people get it without asking their parents? it's not a luxury, it's a necessity." and they promised me to give me "that thing" after graduation. but i want to have it before the prom. if i'm gonna get it after graduation, what do you think will happen with our vacation trip? my phone allowance? and the other stuff i'm gonna ask them to buy? i know we're not that rich, but that thing... damn! other people who are obviously quite financially incapable than us have it! it's not a gadget or what... it's something you get to improve something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so we entered the clinic and i was quite alarmed to know that i'm in a high stage of diabetes. if i'm not gonna be treated, it would lead to a more serious condition that i would regret forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing... when i got home, i asked my mama about my application form in one of the universities i'm planning to apply in. my mama can no longer take my 'kakulitan' and said: "lakkee, let's set things straight. we've discussed about this, studying there would cost us much. what if you were not able to get that scholarship? blah... blah..." and she kept on comparing the tuition fee of my sisters studying in UP. and i answered: "fine! don't get a form for me! sinabi nyo nalang sana na lakkee 'wag ka nang mag-aral!" like d-u-h! it's a public school! and they're given the chance to study there. i know it's really not an ordinary university for it is so exclusive. but considering the money that they have saved from my sisters' cheap tuition fees, i expected that they would be considerate enough to send me to a better school than _____! i won't force them if i'm not gonna pass the scholarship program. but to ruin my goal just before i face it, damn! it's definitely a stupid thing to do. i'm not saying that they're stupid. it's just that they've hurt my feelings so much. i keep telling myself, there's no harm in trying. but now, i've lost my determination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding my, uh, lovelife, good thing my baby 'gre makes me feel happy sometimes. she always say good things bout me however, sometimes, she tries to make me feel sorry for not officially courting her yet. i remember one time when i visited her. they're practicing for the bishops day and she stopped practicing just to talk with me. and we even sat beside each other... alone. can you just imagine how sweet we were? awww. then i bought a sun sim cause mama and daddy become angry at me everytime i'm gonna borrow their fone. she kept on telling me that she loves me more that the other guy, but i still don't know who's who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friends are the one you trust, but what if your friends leave you? i don't know why one of my friends just leave me anytime he wants to. he is the only one i'm really close with in my section. i don't think if he takes our barkada as a serious barkada. i think he's just present there in body, but not in mind and heart. am i overreacting!? i hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i attended a seminar for the presscon. i was really kinda bored so i called up justin and we chatted over the phone while i'm in the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect that i'm gonna be more serious (or wackier, if ever) in the next coming days. like what i've told you, sometimes, i'm more wacky when i'm depressed. i try to make myself look like a fool to hide what i feel inside. i'm an emotional person. i cry alone. i don't want other people to see me hiding from the realities of life. i take things seriously, unlike other people who tend to just make fun of things. to those people who understand my situation, give me a ring... i would really appreciate your effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112713418270126800?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112713418270126800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112713418270126800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-do-things-have-to-be-this-way.html' title='why do things have to be this way?'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112570431172637724</id><published>2005-09-03T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:01:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>six days, weh!? ;)</title><content type='html'>whew! i'm back! aren't you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday:&lt;/strong&gt; we had the 16th olympiad. i'm quite depressed cause we were not able to facilitate our long planned profit-oriented project. i hate our uniform. it was rushed and mind you, it really smells bad! i love being in alexander (thanks aj!) but i have no close friends there! so i transferred to linus and wore the uniform of ma'am roma (i really like it! it matches my skin tone!) then, we went to soter to be with our friends and we slept there and watched the badminton and basketball exhibition games. later i learned that someone's watching me... it's gre! haha. i was supposed to give her the noli me tangere book but they left early so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; i woke up early for the bulacan, bulacan parade. i went to the church early but to my surprise, only few are just there. the entire group just arrived i guess around 10 mins before the parade. i had a fight with one of my classmates who kept on telling me that my place is his. so i have no choice but to move at the back and shout at him. humiliating but true! then as we are approaching our place, the one of the most embarassing moments of my life happened. my parents, together with my cousins and nieces and nephews, shouted 'kuya lakkee' (with flags, haha) and really everyone is looking and laughing at me. it's really an embarassing moment however, it proved that they're proud of me. luv u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; we attended the 5.30pm mass (the mass for icons and ***ians, haha!) a new priest officiated the mass, and at the middle of the mass, he tried to get the attention of a boy (sitting with the ***ians) wearing a cap inside the house of god. he priest kept on emphasizing: discipline! and later he acknowledged the disposition of us icons. haha. then, the communion. i was waiting for this third year gst to assist the lay who's gonna give us the communion (cause he always choose the place near the choir) but this time he did not participate. (for some reason i guess) btw, he's my so called 'karibal' with my gre. haha. again, gre did not show up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; she shown up... haha. i gave her the book but she did not talk to me. (just her spokesperson!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday:&lt;/strong&gt; we were just practicing for the convocation the whole day. gre again went to main to give me the lecture notes i accidentaly placed inside the book she borrowed, we chatted for a minute and they left for some reason again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; now we're going to have the convocation. then we'll shoot for the pondo ng pinoy commercial and then we'll watch the concert of mymp. haha! see yah guys there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112570431172637724?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112570431172637724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112570431172637724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/09/six-days-weh.html' title='six days, weh!? ;)'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112512770021903637</id><published>2005-08-27T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:28:20.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she was finally laid to rest...</title><content type='html'>just got home from san miguel de mayumo... the land where lola was laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, a horrible thing happened to us and i would never forget that. our feel good ride back home, became a thrilling race for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we (me, my sister and my ninong, ninang and pinsans) went to manila to attend the mass for my lola. then when we went home. my 2 sisters rode in ken's van, my cousin's boyfriend. then the "oldies" rode in patrick's suv, my other cousin's boyfriend. and i decided to be with my parents... alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but i find it some kind of a premonition that sumethin bad's gonna happen. what i'm telling to myself was that "i'm gonna be with my parents because if sumething goes wrong, they're alone." i won't allow that to happen since they're (well let's accept it) both kinda old already and it would be difficult for them to decide on their own - for 30 seconds of suspense, thriller and action... in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so here's what happened, as we are approaching the NLE Tollgate (northbound), our car broke down. we stopped in the middle of the road, with fast cars passing by our side. good thing that we had sufficient momentum left for us to go to the rightmost side of the expressway. we called the other people and with temporary luck, our car started again. we were not able to think at that time that we are not supposed to continue the journey - for it might lead us to a chaos, that we'll regret forever in purgatory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as my dad continued driving, my mama smelled something like burning plastic, i hurriedly shouted "c'mon go to the right dad! go to the right! quick! quick! we have to leave the car!" (this made my dad prove that: i'm what they call as 'nerbiyoso') and it made me prove that when i'm panicking, i speak in english. so when the car fully stopped, we ran out of it as if we're in an action movie where the car's gonna burst. good thing, patrick saw us so they stopped, and gave us a lift back home. our car was towed to a gasoline station near the toll exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of us think that it's lola who made that happen. well, i have no idea. mama keeps on telling us that it happened because we left the chapel early, that we decided to go home instead of being with her till morning. up to now, i still really don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you God for giving us a second chance to live. thank you lola for being such a good lola, we would never forget you! may your message be followed by each of us. we're going to pray for you. you deserve God's paradise! for God deserves you more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may you rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112512770021903637?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112512770021903637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112512770021903637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/08/she-was-finally-laid-to-rest.html' title='she was finally laid to rest...'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112505563594859456</id><published>2005-08-26T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:07:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>g'dbye to you! :'(</title><content type='html'>last saturday, we had a CAT training for the August 30's parade. that time, the whole family except me went to manila to visit my lola. after the practice, i ate at mcdo with my kada and we went to kodak. then, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama and dada were able to get home since lola's still okay. i promised to myself that i'm gonna visit her the next day, but plans have changed after a few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard a shout in the other room. it's my dad's voice saying "hah!? kailan xa namatay!?..." so hurriedly, i went to the room and i saw mama hugging dad, my ate crying and my other ate comforting her. i regret the fact that i opted to go to the practice than to go to manila. i didn't expect that it's gonna be the last chance for us to visit her. i did not cry. i wanted to but i can't. even up to now, i still can't cry, 'cause for me, she's not yet dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart really melted when i learned about the events that happened in the hospital. they said that lola, asked them to 1) prepare the dress that she used in my cousins debut 2) give "L" money and 3) "magmahalan kayo". guess who's that "L" well its me. she's used of giving money to us when it is our birthday and in my 16th birthday, i forgot bout that. i was really shocked. i did not expect that she's gonna remember my birthday in her condition. wherever you are now lola, we all love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday, i forgot to bring keys, and when i got home, i used skelton keys to open the doors but unfortunately, the locks didn't budge. i was really desperate to open the doors since i have lot of things to do. so i forced mama and dada to go home early. thank you to ms. raymundo and archie for convincing justin to go to my place at that time. but unfortunately again, we were not able to see each other. too many misfortunes that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i went to mass with my kada. i prayed for lola of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, we went home talking about the "banana republic" issue. well, i can't disclose the story for now for it is quite fresh, sensitive and controversial at this time. sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i saw the grade of my project in physics, it got 90, the highest among the whole batch (as of now). i can't really understand why, because mine is so simple. well, whatever the reason is, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i'm going to manila to attend the last day of the wake of my lola. tomorrow's gonna be her interment. lord, take her with you in you paradise. she deserves you and you deserve her as well, for i believe that she lived by the way you want each of us to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you readers of my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray for my lola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you!Ã¼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112505563594859456?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112505563594859456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112505563594859456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/08/gdbye-to-you.html' title='g&apos;dbye to you! :&apos;('/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112427449426669373</id><published>2005-08-17T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:51:33.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think of me... ;)</title><content type='html'>we taught public school students a while ago about religion, wee! i really had fun, even my students! we sang the BUTTERFLY thingy and i asked them to make an affirmation to their teachers, and to me. though honestly, it's kinda hot, well, it's just a matter of sacrifice. can you imagine, a person known for not going to mass every sunday taught religion to children? good thing they don't know the saying "practice what you preach!" gulp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we had a WHOLE day film viewing. well, the hukbala (me, archie, justin, voltaire, and the others) slept on the floor of the avr. haha. we look like street people, and mind you, we're sleeping beside the garbage, yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, as day pass by, i feel that we're becoming closer to each other. hope that it won't last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, we have a new classmate. he left the seminary and decided to join us (in crime, kidding!) haha. our teacher asked him, "Okay ******, introduce yourself!" then while my teacher is saying that, i faced him while he's saying his name: "I'm *** ****** ****..." and accidentaly, i shouted "oh sh*t!" infront of my teacher. please don't blame me, it's just a slip of the tounge. so you might be wondrin' why i shouted, well, when i saw him and when i heard his full name, my mind went online (figuratively of course), logged on to friendster, and made me realize that he's my as what they say "karibal" with MNCC. haha, i was really surprised! it's a small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been singing stay by cueshe since last week in school. maybe because some of my schoolmates are saying that i have a good voice when i'm singing that song. we'll you can't blame me! i'm blessed with a good voice. just kidding! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, hukbala is planning to go to Gateway Mall in Araneta Center. well we're still not sure but i'm praying for it to push through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a palanca for my cousin bettina yesterday. haha. miss yah guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...senior icons are getting addicted to the music in the phantom of the opera, even me! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Think of me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once in a while, please promise me you'll try...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have to make my project in physics and in filipino, so gotta go! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112427449426669373?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112427449426669373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112427449426669373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/08/think-of-me.html' title='think of me... ;)'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112402841843058463</id><published>2005-08-14T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:40:05.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feliz compleaÃ±os!</title><content type='html'>i'll just type a summary of what happened to me last week since i'm too excited to tell you bout the happenings today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, we had the 1st periodical exams, some tests are easy as a pie, and some are tough. well, what's important is that... it's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i celebrated my birthday today! aldrin almario, jasper dela cruz, aaron cudia, joel salazar, archie serrano, voltaire ramos, vicman aricheta and carlos ignacio attended my party! of course we ate, then we surfed the net (ogrish, sfogs, funnyjunk), created a video, watched videos (gulp!), and chatted online. vicman even played sims 2, ahehe. we ate ice cream too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though we had fun, somethin made me sad... the fact that my lola is in a bad condition. please pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** to view the whole gallery of my party, go to the extras page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112402841843058463?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112402841843058463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112402841843058463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/08/feliz-compleaos.html' title='feliz compleaÃ±os!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112358731987939539</id><published>2005-08-09T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T05:22:09.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back! alive and kicking! ;)</title><content type='html'>weeh! im back! it has been a long time since i... [okay, you know what i'm supposed to say!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just mention some of the important events [whether you care about it or not, this is my blog 'member?] that happened for the past few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a recollection last last week, and my classmates, including me, really had fun. we were like children, singing "B-U-T-T-E... R, F-L-Y BUTTERFLY!" [in the tune of &lt;em&gt;paruparong bukid&lt;/em&gt;] haha and in the afternoon, we had an affirmation, and to be honest, most of us cried. that event also gave me the chance to say sorry to my enemies. aah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what else, umm, last sunday, i took the UPCAT. well, i was really nervous. i find the test quite easier than what i'm expecting BUT! take note BUT! i was not able to review some of the topics which appeared in the test. i'm telling you, only if i have just reviewed more, chances are bigger for me to pass. i want to pass in the UPCAT for three reasons: 1) i'm going to have the laptop i've been longing to have 2) we might definitely buy new wheels and 3) the place where we are going to spend vacation next year will be based from the UPCAT results. whew! we were making fun of the proctor cause she's like our teacher when we were in first year. haha. the UPCAT served as a reunion for the ex-icons and the still-icons. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently reviewing for our first periodical test and i really wanna study hard this time for me not to get low scores just like in the previous mothly test. on sunday, i'm going to celebrate my birthday with some of my classmates [the ones who are close to me] sad thing is that i still don't know if my cousins can make it on the 14th. my birthday, for your info is on the 15th, but i've decided to move the party to the 14th since we have classes and i want to spend more time with my classmates here in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's new? i've just created a forum site for icons: &lt;a href="http://www.iconscomputersociety.tk"&gt;www.iconscomputersociety.tk&lt;/a&gt; and the club's motto by the way is "Technologie angetrieben von Wissen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna share sumthing to you guys but i think sharing it to you would just result to embarrasment. haha. seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to say bye for now cause it's dinner time! thank you for spending your precious time reading my thoughts. hehe! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you on sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112358731987939539?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112358731987939539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112358731987939539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back-alive-and-kicking.html' title='i&apos;m back! alive and kicking! ;)'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112194837030708088</id><published>2005-07-21T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:19:30.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go prez! :)</title><content type='html'>i'm not feeling well... i think i have to do this fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last sunday, i went early to santissima trinidad church, since the student catechists of ICSB are to be presented to the public. after that, we ate merienda, courtesy of the church org, and we planned to go to my classmate's place. we chatted for a long time, ate lunch and went back home. what a tiring day! [actually, i was supposed to attend the UPCAT review sponsored by UP Lakan, but i forgot to bring my things so i just decided to rest!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: it's too rainy, we were not able to present the Icons Computer Society. We [Justin, Archie and I] are really so excited, until it rained so hard. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: whew! the weather looks better! we were able to present the club. we had games and stuff [ubuntu linux cd as the prize!] and i think everyone had a great time! [view the pics in the extras page!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon, we were not able to put up a signature post early since our moderator is not yet around. we just used a pad paper. i was so disappointed cause last year, we're 116, but now, we're just 64.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we had the elections, i was elected as the president! thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think it's good that we're just few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can easily keep track of the members.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can easily facilitate projects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Limited funds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;how i wish that all of our project be able to get materialized. in the morning, we went to santissima trinidad public school, we attended the mass [we're late] maybe the reason why we were not allowed to eat... sad! :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for the first time: i finally tried eating 'chicken &lt;em&gt;balunbalunan&lt;/em&gt;?'...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;extra challenge huh!? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112194837030708088?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112194837030708088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112194837030708088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-prez.html' title='go prez! :)'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112150961740977197</id><published>2005-07-16T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:12:58.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gettin' worse... :(</title><content type='html'>okay, 8 days... now you know how busy i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... last saturday, we had the &lt;strong&gt;General PTC&lt;/strong&gt; meeting. [i mean my parents] so we went there early. mama said to my adviser that they'll leave early since they have to get the passports in &lt;strong&gt;SM Marilao&lt;/strong&gt;. i turned my fone to silent mode since i'm at school. at 10.20a, i saw messages from mama and dada that we're to leave already. i was really shocked because that message was sent by 9.30a. it's so hot that day and i don't want to be left alone there [of course, they're going to the mall, and the aircon of the car] so i ran to the back of the basilica and to my surprise, our car is no longer there. waah. they left me! :( i went back to school, punched all the small trees, texted my mama, and i went home, by jeepney. so hot! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things have happened this week, and yesterday, we started having the first monthly tests. i'm not happy about my performance since i was not able to give my very best in reviewing. i still managed to chat online and surf the net, even though i have to review 7 subjects. shame on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, my classmate invited me to their house, and asked me to repair his PC. since he invited so many people and he really prepared for that [his mama even prepared lunch] i said to everyone: "hey, let's go to Rainier's* place! it's his 40 days tomorrow!" and "hey, let's go to Rainier's* place! it's his &lt;em&gt;babang luksa&lt;/em&gt; [first death anniversary] tomorrow!" they all laughed, but i didn't realize that he will take it seriously... [* not his real name!?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this morning, we had our morning prayer, then of course, the sharing. he shared about that and he even cried infront of my classmates and my teacher. so after the prayer, my teacher had the usual 'sermon' about our naughtiness. and asked Rainier* who said that to him. i raised my hand and said: "&lt;em&gt;ako po!&lt;/em&gt;" she said that what if i'm in his shoes. [actually, i'll just laugh!] but when my teacher said: "Okay class, let's go to Lakkee's place. There is a &lt;em&gt;babang luksa&lt;/em&gt;/4o Days there" i felt something terrible. i wanted to cry. i really have no idea at first how it feels to be said that you're dead. that event explained to me everything. and from now on, i'll try to change my bad attitude. i swear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Rainier's* place. we ate lunch then they left me since they are going to play basketball. i did not go with them for 3 reasons: 1.) i'm reformatting his PC 2.) i don't play any sport and 3.) their opponents are the so called '&lt;em&gt;tambays.&lt;/em&gt;' it's not about being &lt;em&gt;maarte &lt;/em&gt;or what. it's just that, i can't easily get along with those street-boys. culture shock? haha, no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be the presentation of the catechists. [and i'm one of them] i really want to teach public school children bout God, even though i'm not that religious and good enough to be a catechist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, we'll have the postponed &lt;strong&gt;Drum Beating Ceremony&lt;/strong&gt; of the clubs. well, i have, i mean we have to do our best to invite the most number of students in the club. more members = more funds! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, i'll gonna share to the class what happened today, including the bonding time of me and his mom. ahehe. since i was left alone in his house with her mother, we used that time to chat bout life, and other stuff. she's such a good mother. Rainier's* really lucky, for having such a nice mama. i was really touched. i'll never fool around with Rainier*... ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew! such a long post!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... can you fallo? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112150961740977197?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112150961740977197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112150961740977197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/07/gettin-worse.html' title='gettin&apos; worse... :('/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112082951783954275</id><published>2005-07-08T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:18:58.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so yesterday :)</title><content type='html'>okay, i don't know where am i supposed to start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started to call our teachers the improper way. we call the single ones "&lt;em&gt;Mrs&lt;/em&gt;" and the married ones "&lt;em&gt;Miss&lt;/em&gt;" our excuse? "&lt;em&gt;Ma'am mukha po kasi kayong binibini!&lt;/em&gt;" followed by the famous &lt;strong&gt;SMB&lt;/strong&gt; theme: "&lt;em&gt;Binibini... sa aking pag-tulog... ikaw ang panaginip...&lt;/em&gt;" haha. funny but one of the teachers got upset and finally said: "&lt;em&gt;enough!&lt;/em&gt;" after calling her &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Ze Dong&lt;/strong&gt; for the past few days. so what happened? we finally stopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today... i am very excited since my teacher, &lt;strong&gt;ma'am rona&lt;/strong&gt; promised me that she's gonna show her boyfriend's phone to me: the &lt;strong&gt;O2 Xphone&lt;/strong&gt;. and then in the afternoon, exactly after the flag retreat, i went to the faculty room and i played with her phone, together with my moderator in &lt;strong&gt;ICS&lt;/strong&gt;/teacher in computer &lt;strong&gt;sir buboy&lt;/strong&gt;. while i was using the fone, i heard them talkin about this certain classmate of mine who they hate the most. haha. that's a secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took pictures, and finally i gave her back the fone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm extremely happy since i really want to use that phone from the time i saw it on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, justin, glen and i went to the chapel to practice playing the piano. we played the church song: "&lt;em&gt;Purihin nyo ang Panginoon, dakilain ang kanyang ngalan...&lt;/em&gt;" including drumbeats and stuff. then while they were playing the song "&lt;em&gt;I can show you the world...&lt;/em&gt;" i pretended that i'm a priest, with that song as the opening song. waah. then we saw our friend-teacher, &lt;strong&gt;ma'am julie&lt;/strong&gt; and we asked her to go inside. they played the "&lt;em&gt;wedding march&lt;/em&gt;" theme, and i said: "&lt;em&gt;Ma'am, i'll just call your groom!&lt;/em&gt;" she hurriedly ran to the faculty room, knowing that i am the type of person who will really do it. i'm actually supposed to call our instructor, &lt;strong&gt;Urok*&lt;/strong&gt; (*not his real name). haha. and we kept on saying to our teacher: "&lt;em&gt;Love ko Urok!&lt;/em&gt;" ahehe. sorry ma'am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was not able to go home early since it's too rainy, and i asked one of my teachers if i may use his mobile. i wanna text mama since she always get mad at me, or even to my sisters whenever we don't text her when coming home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of coming home late, last wednesday, i attended the mass. well, i sang with the choir (even though i'm no longer a member, long story) i got home late and mama's really upset and worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, we [&lt;strong&gt;Grecel April Gonzales&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;] have no communication these past few days. she got mad at me since i said something to my friend about her, not negative actually. i explained to her everything, and good thing we're okay again! actually, i'm still in doubt if i'm supposed to write her name here. uh by the way, she's the girl from our sister school i mentioned in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna join mama tomorrow [at school] since it's the &lt;strong&gt;PTC Elections&lt;/strong&gt;. then we're going to &lt;strong&gt;SM Marilao&lt;/strong&gt; to get the passports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really have to get the passports. after seeing the news, you can really say that the &lt;strong&gt;Philippines&lt;/strong&gt; is no longer a safe and pleasant place to live in. time to migrate? not yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently listening to hilary duff's song: &lt;strong&gt;So Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm actually planning to make a male version of that song. haha. with the rock effect: shouting and hardcore drum beats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four lines from the chorus of that song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If it's over, let it go and... Come tomorrow it will seem... So yesterday, so yesterday... I'm just a bird that's already flown away!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog post seems to be so yesterday heh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... churi churi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112082951783954275?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112082951783954275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112082951783954275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-yesterday.html' title='so yesterday :)'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112055692707723487</id><published>2005-07-05T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:34:26.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was forced to change the title :(</title><content type='html'>"Iâ€™m on a high, Iâ€™m on a high Thereâ€™s nothing more to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i on a high? well, i'm actually HIGH... cause of the smell of the paint. haha. weird but true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happened to me last saturday: well we went to &lt;strong&gt;SM Marilao&lt;/strong&gt; for the passport appearance. we were there by 9am and there are so many people outside, cause mall hours starts at 10. &lt;em&gt;nung nag 10 na, lahat nagtakbuhan papunta dun sa unfinished part ng mall. kasi dun gagawin yung appearance. sobrang gulo ng mga tao, sobrang habang pila. inabutan pa kami ng cutoff ng 11am-1pm break! hay nakko!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my former teacher in filipino, ma'am karen, she'a also applying for a passport. she asked me if i'm going to study college abroad, well i said "hindi naman po siguro." hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so excited the whole day, cause finally i'll gonna get a passport! with that, we can already pursue our plan to go to the west. but my excitement turned into shock when i learned that there's something wrong with my papers. my middle name: Enriquez was misspelt in my birth certificate! [Enriguez] goddamnit! nobody noticed that. and we can't believe that we're going to discover that... just after 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew, then last sunday, we did our weekly routine: we went to mass, we ate at fortune and slept the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then monday: i passed my entry to the newspaper adviser. then our club moderator, together with the other core group members had a meeting about our plans for the club's drum beating ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today: we were not able to present since it's too rainy. hehe. shit! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112055692707723487?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112055692707723487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112055692707723487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-forced-to-change-title.html' title='i was forced to change the title :('/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-112021193812960195</id><published>2005-07-01T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T04:58:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a week full of surprises... and action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so... its been six days since i last posted an entry in my blog... a new record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the day i've been waiting for since it's the application for the &lt;strong&gt;ICONS newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;. i applied for the position of editor-in-chief... haha! just kidding! layout artist. actually i wanna apply as a photojournalist but i forgot to bring my cam! and i told the newspaper adviser, ma'am rona that i wanna join photojournalism, but she insisted me to just apply for the layouting, since we're only two who applied for that position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want us two to be the layout artists since first: i can't do all that work alone, and second: its a nice thing to have someone to argue with [i love arguing!] weird huh!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're asked to pass a &lt;strong&gt;Adobe PageMaker&lt;/strong&gt; layouted newspaper (just one page) on monday. i'll be working on that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ma'am rona is finally going to show me her boyfriend's &lt;strong&gt;SAP 2&lt;/strong&gt;, or the &lt;strong&gt;HTC Voyager&lt;/strong&gt;, or the &lt;strong&gt;O2 Xphone&lt;/strong&gt;. [whatever you call it, it's stil the same] i wanna try the fone since i'm planning to buy that kind after graduation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my former classmates admitted yesterday that he likes the way i write in my blog, well, thank you! he even asked me why didn't i join the staffers as a writer. well it's just one thing: if you're a layout artist, and the newspaper you're layouting lacks articles, well you can write too!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the whole afternoon in the room of third year andrew. [we're trying their newly installed airconditioning unit, haha, it's freezing cold] we actually violated the school policy that all airconditioning units must be off by 3.40pm. well, we do turned it off... by 5pm. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... well we had the first friday mass [i was looking for the girl from our sister school who has been IM'ing me for a month i guess, the one who said that i'm "&lt;em&gt;gwapo&lt;/em&gt;". she told me that vinni, the guy from the first &lt;strong&gt;Sun Cellular&lt;/strong&gt; commercial and her crush are 'look-alike'. [maybe finally, i should get a &lt;strong&gt;Sun Cellular&lt;/strong&gt; SIM, ahehe!] i told her that my cousin looks like vinni, and she asked me if i look like my cousin. that question then made me derive into a conclusion that... haha nevermind! back to the main topic!] and in the afternoon, we had the reporting in the english subject. good thing some of my classmates loved my report, even the teacher. [they liked the coloured visual aids i guess!] i was really kinda nervous since we're the first one to report. overtime by 15 mins. wah! [we're supposed to report in just an hour!] then i think they had fun in the activity. everyone's really busy. it's actually a crossword puzzle, to be answered as a group, open notes. i asked them to rate my report and here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; as highest and &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; as lowest:&lt;br /&gt;* 3 groups gave me &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 group gave me &lt;strong&gt;8 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1 group gave me &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms. pangan already gave me the letter she promised for months, whew! finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir ocampo asked me to choose 2 co-core group members, to plan for the upcoming orientation of the clubs. [i feel like a leader!] i chose archie, a friend of mine, and kiko, a die hard ICS member...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the club, one friend of mine told me that: "there will be no more ICS if you're not gonna be the president!" i asked him why, he said that i'll no longer function if i'll not become the president. well, since he knows me so much already, i'm not surprised why he told me that! ahehe. you know what i mean! well that's my greatest fear... to be not the club's president. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i'll not be able to attend &lt;strong&gt;UPLink&lt;/strong&gt;'s refresher course tomorrow, since we have a passport appearance in &lt;strong&gt;SM Marilao&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this one is too long already, maybe i'll just do the posting weekly so that i'll have time to study, well gotta go for now! [i still have to eat butterfinger!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... roundelays ... roundelays :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-112021193812960195?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112021193812960195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/112021193812960195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/07/week-full-of-surprises-and-action.html' title='a week full of surprises... and action!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111965702516647043</id><published>2005-06-25T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T20:17:04.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you noticed my new soccer inspired layout!?</title><content type='html'>yesterday was one of the weirdest... umm happiest days of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the entire school population is goin crazy about the spurs/detroit game. since the start of the day, everyone's talkin bout it. and by the middle of the day, all the 4th year students shouted as they learned that spurs sent detroit to the brink [even while having classes!]. but wait? how did they know the results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, power of technology. haha. they've got pocket radios, mobile phones, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after lunchtime, we had english classes and we had a debate about the topic: Where do you want to work? here or abroad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the "Abroad Team." I tried to be as serious as possible so there would be an impact. i said once that "i'll rephrase that..." and after that, everyone used it also! there's nothing wrong with it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Progress isn't a matter of staying in your country. If you stay here without a job, you're just another government problem. If you're trying to say that we are selfish, no, we're not! Yes we work for them, we earn a lot, but it's not betrayal to the country. The US dollar a lot more than the peso obviously, but we can help by investing them here. And in your [my classmate] statement a while ago why americans don't work here, is because of 2 reasons: first, lower salary. You won't get a job far from your place, with a lower salary than in your own place. And second, job vacancies. Actually, what these foreigners want is to work as one of the top 10 offciers of a corporation, not just a ranking filer." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other team is opposing our statements just by raising cards indicating words such as 'OWS!?' and things like that. well, it will not make them win! it's a stupid idea to do that! our teacher is with them, that's why they're confident that they are right. but the winner is not yet announced since we ran out of time. the results will be announced next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is the week i've been waiting for. i'm going to apply as the layout artist of the ICONS newspaper. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...have you noticed my new soccer inspired layout? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111965702516647043?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111965702516647043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111965702516647043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/have-you-noticed-my-new-soccer.html' title='have you noticed my new soccer inspired layout!?'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111943302120223989</id><published>2005-06-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:50:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never thought of living ostentatiously...</title><content type='html'>actually, i don't have any plan to post in my blog up to friday... not until i saw the pic of this 'kada' all wearing armani shirts... so what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well since it's just a week before the deadline of filing the application forms for the UPCAT, everyone's goin crazy! and i've noticed that some are just looking at each other's parents' gross income! why? is that the way on how they're going to choose their friends? users!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red, my classmate, keeps on telling me that one of my classmates is oppressed. and he called him oprah. ahehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago, i was asked to stand beside the window to act like a puppet. that is actually the consequence after saying any tagalog phrase while having english classes. another one is to look out the window, look for a dinosaur and tell the class the color of the dinosaur you've seen. i actually want to do the dinosaur thing but my teacher wants me to be a puppet. since she asked me to be a puppet, i started acting like one... up to the half of the period...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again speaking of my classmates, everything's getting better! my used to be just classmates are now becoming my friends. [i hope that it will continue up to the end of the school year] we're getting closer day after day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to study in DLSU, cause i believe, DLSU offers quality education that goes hand in hand with christian values... [i think i've used this reason before in ICSB, ahehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week will be the application for the newspaper staffers. last year, i've always been told about this one cause they think i'm good in everything when it comes to computers. [they want me to become the layout artist] well, actually that's their common misconception... i remember the time that one of the teachers [who's really strict] asked me to edit a video, and while she's telling me what to do, i'm really nervous since i don't know how to do it! whew! good thing i learned video editing... in 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people told me last year that i am a candidate for the annual staffers. well that's a good news for me! i just hope it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;armani shirts!? i don't have one, and i still don't have any plan to buy one, since my parents always remind us to live the simple life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we have no choice! we have to save! we always have to make ends meet within our budget. we have to live the simple way cause dad is planning to put up an investment in the states. states means dollars, and a dollar means P 54.67, and [Our Gross Income] divided by P 54.67 is equal to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no idea! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111943302120223989?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111943302120223989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111943302120223989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/never-thought-of-living-ostentatiously.html' title='never thought of living ostentatiously...'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111909985089917849</id><published>2005-06-18T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:30:04.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>campaign? elections? i'm not into it!</title><content type='html'>just finished eating dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to my cousin's party [me, tita emily, ate pikka and me] we saw a lot of relatives [and politicians as well, such as the ex-mayor of bulacan, bulacan/the owner of goldilock's &lt;strong&gt;Hon.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Anacleto Meneses&lt;/strong&gt;; 1st district bulacan representative&lt;strong&gt; Wilhelmino Sy-Alvarado&lt;/strong&gt; and many others. ate pikka and i ate a lot [well, we're really hungry weh] and just after a few moments we left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new haircut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i've got nothing to do but to make fun of the &lt;strong&gt;Gloriagate Scandal Ringtone&lt;/strong&gt; [in the tune of &lt;strong&gt;In Da Club&lt;/strong&gt;!] it goes sumething like &lt;strong&gt;"Hello... Hello... Hello Garci!? Hello... Hello... Hello Garci!? Are we still leading by one million!? Hello Garci!?"&lt;/strong&gt; haha it's so cool! [if you want to have a copy of it, &lt;a href="http://www.unlawyer.net/audio/buking.mp3"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are already assignments given to us and i have to do them now. by the way i wasn't elected in any position in the class [first time in the history of my entire life, maybe there is sumething else bigger for me], cause i think my classmates don't like me eh. hehe. but it doesn't mean that if you're not an officer, you're not good. it's just that ur not that popular or sumething. because some of the officers, sorry to say, are as good as junk! [not in our class, in the other section actually] maybe i'm not that popular when it comes to acad stuff, but i'm popular when it comes to the &lt;strong&gt;scandals&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;computers&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;best multimedia projects&lt;/strong&gt;, etc. hehe. i hope that i'd be elected as the president of the &lt;strong&gt;Icons Computer Society&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe. i've got a lot of plans for the club. i just can't move last year since i'm only the vice president. this year, the club's gonna give away prizes such as: [you won't believe it!] &lt;strong&gt;iPod shuffle(s)&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Digital Camera(s)&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;USB Flashdisk(s)&lt;/strong&gt; and many other exciting gifts! [can you imagine that!?] well, it's only in &lt;strong&gt;ICS&lt;/strong&gt; where you can have that! &lt;strong&gt;Join the club!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... is this a campaign? weh! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111909985089917849?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111909985089917849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111909985089917849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/campaign-elections-im-not-into-it.html' title='campaign? elections? i&apos;m not into it!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111891223801047954</id><published>2005-06-16T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:57:18.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's do the third day funk!</title><content type='html'>well, i'm all alone here cause it's my parents' anniversary, and i wonder where they went... (and what they are doing, weh!) anyways, third day of school is slightly fun for me cause i've got the chance to meet new friends. a while ago, we performed a skit (haha, boys do it too!) cause our teacher asked us to explain what economics is in a different way. so what else, umm, it's quite sad cause the people i used to be friends seem have forgotten our friendship already. well, not being classmates for a year has effects, and one of those is this. argh. anyways, my friend gave me the band already. (well, i did not force him, weh!) it's not denim but it's design is cool, there is a green manstick tumbling. well, thanks aj! hehe. i like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had an orientation about the UPCAT and ACET a while ago. i'll take the UPCAT, the entrance tests in UST, DLSU and Mapua. well i hope that i'll get in to UP and if possible, DLSU. haha. animo la salle!  [anhin-mo la salle? - ateneans, haha!] money constraints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is friday, and after, its WEEKEND! yay! we're still undecided if we're going to attend to the party of my 2nd cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently wearing the shirt i bought in P99 Store 2 years ago... and the band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... let's do the funk! let's do the third day funk! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111891223801047954?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111891223801047954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111891223801047954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/lets-do-third-day-funk.html' title='let&apos;s do the third day funk!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111873933566763517</id><published>2005-06-14T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:58:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day fault...</title><content type='html'>i woke up around 5.20am, i ate breakfast, took a bath, then stayed for a little longer, then i went to school. naligo ako using cold water kse iniisip ko iinit sa school, i forgot na airconditioned na nga pla ung classroom namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, pagpasok ko, tumingin sakin ang lahat... and i saw some of my friends, aba xempre lapit naman ako. ahehe. then yun, masaya naman. maraming changes, at late ang uwian. grr. nde nnman ako mkakapanuod ng so little time. grr. kpag monday, 4.40pm uwian ko. kpag other days nman 3.40 lang. haay. nwalan ako ng ganang magkwento kasi sumakit ang ulo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina nga pala, aba "toktoktok" sa pinto ng klasroom namin. aba yung guidance councilor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GC&lt;/strong&gt;: Sir excuse ko lang si... &lt;strong&gt;Arturo&lt;/strong&gt; (I pretended na hindi ko narinig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Larry&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Arturo&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GC&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Arturo Lacanilao&lt;/strong&gt; sir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...gulp! pinagpawisan ako ng todo! first day of school may kaso agad ako!? waah! yun naman pala, pumunta si mama sa school at pinacomplete sakin yung form ko for passport application. gosh! kinabahan ako ng todo! kulang pala kasi ng thumbmarks at specimen signature. haay. naishare ko lang kasi kinabahan ako talaga kanina. nawala yung effect ng aircon dahil kinabahan ako. ahehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... first day of school, handa na ba ako!? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111873933566763517?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111873933566763517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111873933566763517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-fault.html' title='first day fault...'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111855089128175359</id><published>2005-06-12T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T14:01:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever yesterday brought... it will be here!</title><content type='html'>ough... kghei! (it's only 'okay' actually) anyways, yesterday we went to &lt;strong&gt;Asiatica Travel and Tours&lt;/strong&gt;. mama and dada inquired about an asian tour (well, as a startup) and we asked for the xerox copy of their marriage license. (cause she has to pass it to &lt;strong&gt;NSO&lt;/strong&gt; so that she can file a passport for me) after that we ate &lt;em&gt;merienda &lt;/em&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;Jollibee&lt;/strong&gt;. then we bought our medicines and we went home. (since mama, tita em's and ate pikka are going to a debut party, and they have to use the car) then we again watched &lt;strong&gt;So Close&lt;/strong&gt; at home, then we watched a &lt;strong&gt;cheering competition in the states&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;ESPN 2&lt;/strong&gt;, then i watched &lt;strong&gt;The Silver Knife&lt;/strong&gt;. (it's the &lt;strong&gt;American Pie&lt;/strong&gt; counterpart in &lt;strong&gt;Korea&lt;/strong&gt;, and it's really nice!) i was not able to finish the movie since they went home early and i hate it when other people read the subtitles. (it's all about sex, actually.) i slept at around 12 am, and i woke up at around 9am, i watched &lt;strong&gt;Air Crash Investigation&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;That's So Raven&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Flinstones: The Movie&lt;/strong&gt;! (it's really nice) just finished watching it.. :) i've decided to post one today since i promised to mahself that i'll not let a day pass without posting anything in my blog. i really love the layout, and i hope that everyone will like it too... :) well i have to go outside to help mama since there are visitors, so bye for now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... new smiley weh! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111855089128175359?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111855089128175359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111855089128175359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/whatever-yesterday-brought-it-will-be.html' title='whatever yesterday brought... it will be here!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111839256363213506</id><published>2005-06-10T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T16:36:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arkarna - So Little Time</title><content type='html'>Took a while to drag me out of bed,&lt;br /&gt;Aim some coffee at my head,&lt;br /&gt;Saw the clock Iâ€™m running late,&lt;br /&gt;Itâ€™s an ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Iâ€™m like a dog on head,&lt;br /&gt;Knock one out and then fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Itâ€™s sad but true,&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™d rather be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Donâ€™t you forget about me,&lt;br /&gt;When youâ€™re a celebrity,&lt;br /&gt;It will be only you and me before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little time so much to do,&lt;br /&gt;**Iâ€™d rather spend my days with you.&lt;br /&gt;So little time so much to do,&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™d like to spend one day with you.&lt;br /&gt;And if that day is not enough,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can stay in touch,&lt;br /&gt;But Iâ€™m not making plans for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow never comes.&lt;br /&gt;**Said Iâ€™ve been celibate for years,&lt;br /&gt;Not out of chance thereâ€™s no-one here,&lt;br /&gt;See I canâ€™t get my end away,&lt;br /&gt;Another ordinary day,&lt;br /&gt;And Iâ€™d love to see a little more of you,&lt;br /&gt;Your clothes would look better on my bedroom floor ...bedroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donâ€™t you forget about me,&lt;br /&gt;When youâ€™re a celebrity,&lt;br /&gt;I know youâ€™re busy,&lt;br /&gt;But we all need somebody - before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itâ€™s in your eyes, oooooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Currently, my favorite song. The official soundtrack of So Little Time starring Mary-Kate Olsen, Ashley Olsen and Jesse Head!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111839256363213506?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111839256363213506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111839256363213506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/arkarna-so-little-time.html' title='Arkarna - So Little Time'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111828133166958225</id><published>2005-06-09T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:54:50.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really getting addicted to this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEW!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;My first ever radio greeting! [Monster Radio RX 93.1] To listen to it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/lakkee_boy/greetrx931.mp3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;click here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished working on bettina's blog, anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining so hard today... [and i'm reigning in this house since i'm all alone, hehe] what should i do? uh, eat all the food in the fridge? watch movies? sleep all day? chat all day? uh, pray? [yeah baby!] hehe. i think i'm kinda sick cause i'm not feeling well, and i have colds. darn! the 'carpenters' did not work today, i dunno why. hehe. yesterday, since i focused much on my blog, i forgot to watch so little time. [ahh, mary kate and ashley...] but since they're in my blog, &lt;em&gt;parang ganun na rin&lt;/em&gt;. ahehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... zoom zoom zoom! [be back later!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111828133166958225?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111828133166958225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111828133166958225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-really-getting-addicted-to-this.html' title='i&apos;m really getting addicted to this!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111822628738408324</id><published>2005-06-08T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:34:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog layout!</title><content type='html'>finally, after almost 7 hours, the total re-layouting my blog is finally finished! after going to south with my mama, ninong and ninang, we went to the birthday of my tita's daughter. then we went straight home and i started making this one. i hurriedly asked everyone to view my blog cause i really find it cool. among the sites that i made before, for me this is the best for now. hehe. i hope that i can use this talent of mine to earn money, haha! i heard that the salary of the webmaster of a porn site is kinda high. weeh! that's a job you can't be proud of. example, when the parents of your girlfriend ask you: "what is your job&lt;em&gt; hijo&lt;/em&gt;!?" what are you going to say? "uh... ah... a porn site webmaster ma'am..." aahh! hell no! hehe. well i still have to do something so, bye! gud night! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111822628738408324?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111822628738408324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111822628738408324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-blog-layout.html' title='new blog layout!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111812494464108393</id><published>2005-06-07T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:15:44.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://abcfamily.go.com/daytime/so_little/media/main_pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Little Time! Weekdays at 4 o'clock pm. Only on Disney Channel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111812494464108393?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111812494464108393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111812494464108393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-little-time-weekdays-at-4-oclock-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111802133023834221</id><published>2005-06-06T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:34:00.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'schranghe'... 'bang'... 'ping'...</title><content type='html'>don't forget to watch 'so little time' weekdays, 4 o'clock pm only on disney channel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'schranghe'... 'bang'... 'ping'... for two weeks, that's the only thing i'll gonna hear here inside the house. uh, the reason is that our house is being renovated. after 3 years, the minor damages already appeared. and we're starting with the cabinets. 'schranghe'... 'bang'... 'ping'... arrghh! what the carpenters are doing has a close resemblance with what 'the corrs' did in their video 'summer sunshine' the only thing is that they're not ruining our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently listening to [Howie Day - Collide] and [Edwin McCain - I Could Not Ask For More]. these are the songs that are being played in gerry's grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's gonna be another bonding time for me and my mama since we're the only one left here. my two sisters have classes already. now i can do everything i want. hehe. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the visitors of my blog: thank you so much! because of you guys, my site is being recognized by blogshares.com for having a great number of inbound and outbound links. [resulting to a big blogshare] again. thank you so much! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111802133023834221?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111802133023834221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111802133023834221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/schranghe-bang-ping.html' title='&apos;schranghe&apos;... &apos;bang&apos;... &apos;ping&apos;...'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111788074659790367</id><published>2005-06-04T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T18:25:46.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if it's not really meant for you</title><content type='html'>well, my foot is aching so much! just got home from the mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago, something happened to me that i thought only happens in movies, commercials, and friendship tests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! so here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;after eating lunch at gerry's grill, ate pikka, ate jonnah and me went to human. i saw a hip-py bag (white &amp; brown) it really caught my attention, but we have to go down so i just said to myself "babalikan kita"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then when we went back, i pointed it to my ate's, then they said "ooh! it looks nice nga!" so we went indside the store to look for it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we were shocked, knowing the fact that it is the last stock [in that mall, and in the other mall, goddamnit!] so we rushed to the front door to buy the one in the mannequin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then to my surprise, this couple, liked that bag too, and they are already asking the salesboy to get it for them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then i'm very disappointed, so i just asked for another color&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the other color looks so dull, i hate it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the couple asked if there's another color, so we exchanged, and i felt good again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but mama doesn't want to buy it! the reason: it's hard to clean and maintain. well i have to go out of the stall to convince her to buy it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then my ate's also went out the stall and said to me "well, lakkee, it's really not for you! kinuha na nung babae yung bag, bibilin daw nila!" ahh, i'm really depressed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we went around the whole mall to find another bag, but nothing passed my standards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so we're forced to go back to human, i saw another design, then i bought it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm really angry with some of human's staff. they were laughing when we came back to look for another bag! fuck you losers! i hate you! go to hell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we went to robinsons, we ate palabok and halo-halo in razons [yum!] then mama went to the grocery, while doing so, i bought a new cap...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm happy, sad and angry at the same time... i'm okay now! don't yah worry! ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... a new cap and a new bag, not bad at all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111788074659790367?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111788074659790367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111788074659790367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-if-its-not-really-meant-for-you.html' title='what if it&apos;s not really meant for you'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111769190738937450</id><published>2005-06-02T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:26:55.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were making love by thursday!?</title><content type='html'>just got home from clark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say that today's trip is kinda fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;first we went to jollibee pulilan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then while we're on our way to clark, we [my mom and my sis] and our driver talked about the lovelife of some of our relatives, hehe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we went to UPEPP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we went to the place where ate pikka is staying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we asked her landlady to come with us to oriental mall [90% discount on selected items, ooh!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we went back to UPEPP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we went to puregold [and since my mom brought home some pieces of antique furniture from the landlady's house, we tried our best to fit inside the car]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then i bought some stuff i need&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then i went to adidas, nike, dr. martens and polo sport... but i bought nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we ate lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we went straight home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;again, i was not able to buy some stuff for school. i fell asleep in the car, and when i woke up, we're already home. what a surprise!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, regarding my american girl-friend, they were not able to go here yesterday, i dont know why, but i'm quite dissapointed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i saw a lot of planes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i again saw the mountains...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... so what!? [the title doesn't have any connection with the post!] ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111769190738937450?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111769190738937450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111769190738937450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-were-making-love-by-thursday.html' title='we were making love by thursday!?'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111759591705255925</id><published>2005-06-01T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:01:56.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and now i worry 'bout the things i wear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hindi maganda ang gising ko ngayon&lt;/em&gt;. i slept at around 1am, cause i'm waiting for my sister to finish reading a novel, while i am thinking of a good [original] joke that i can submit to rd, cause i might win $ 100! well, that's not that much but still, i can go shop for things i want to buy. anyways, i ate cereals for breakfast, then iced tea! [whoa! what a good combination!] no wonder why my tummy is aching. then somebody called my mom. ooh! its tita alice. she just got home from the states. she and her cute daughter [ruthie] is going to visit us! well, i've been really longing for this. she's big and matured now, so am i. unlike before, we just send each other our pictures. though i'm older than her, i used to like her before, even now i think. hehe. [here i go again!] i have to dress up nicely and make myself look good later. well. what do you think? huh? i'll take pics of her later. i'll post them as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we're going to diosdado macapagal airport tomorrow... why? no! we're not leaving, actually, we're going to UPEPP cause its my sister's enrollment. well as usual, we're going to puregold to buy some stuff like Potato Buds Mashed Potato, Hairgel [Mainstay], Spam, Cowhead, Tissue Paper [as always], and many others. then we're again going to eat in 'the lomi house' where they serve good tasting lomi and sisig! [sisig -- my favorite!] nle toll fee is reall kinda expensive now, but we have to. i remember the time that we're chased by the clark police patrol because my dad u-turned in a place that no u-turn was supposed to be done! god! my dad's license was confiscated and we have to stay there for quite some time. well so much bout that. i wanna buy dumbbells tomorrow. cause after the extreme diet and weight loss, its now the time to 'go-large' those beefy muscles hiding in my arms, hehe. [just followed a good advice from a good ol' friend, -aJ-] no one can be as vain as this mr. sunshine heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... tryin' to make myself look good infront of others! [always!] ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; person who's still in the states: i'm really expecting for that denim wristband. don't fail me! haha! just kiddin' but honestly, i really want that thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111759591705255925?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111759591705255925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111759591705255925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-now-i-worry-bout-things-i-wear.html' title='and now i worry &apos;bout the things i wear...'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111752564010048793</id><published>2005-05-31T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:53:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like a dream come true</title><content type='html'>i just got the most horrible haircut in my life... goddamnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing special or unusual happened to me today, except for that one. i'm really excited today because finally, after 15 years of waiting, my dream to go to the place 7500 miles away from my native land is being planned already. well i'm still not sure about this one but what is the purpose of spending a hundred bucks for a visa? just a decoration for your passport? i don't think so! i know that i'm not really supposed to tell you guys bout this one cause its still tentative but i just cant hide my excitement, because honestly, one of my dreams since childhood is to get and touch real snow and throw it to my siblings. its not about hurting them, its about having fun in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again i'm still not sure. i just presumed this one because my dad is planning to get a trader's visa. it's actually not used for vacation, it has another use. i don't know why we need it but, all i want for now is to go there. please god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... well, still bugged with my fuckin hairstyle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111752564010048793?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111752564010048793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111752564010048793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-like-dream-come-true.html' title='it&apos;s like a dream come true'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111742625847136818</id><published>2005-05-30T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:10:58.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless</title><content type='html'>here are the things that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;at 6am, tita emily woke me up, since today is my second check-up, and our secretary is already there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i just decided to follow them, since i still wanna sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then when i arrived there, i saw some classmates: justin, melanio, erwin and archie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we roamed around the campus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we went to mcdonalds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i saw my mama's sec&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i saw mama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we went to the cr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we went home (actually we're supposed to go to the hospital, but because i forgot to bring my blood check result, nasayang lang yung pinunta ko. dang!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i went to the tailor for my uniform&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and now i'm here, waiting for lunch to be served&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally, the whole family's gonna get a passport. my dad is planning to get a trader's visa in the us. well, what is it for? are we going to stay there for life? i hope so. i hope not. i want to live in the states, but i'm going to miss my cousins and friends, so i wanna stay here. i still have to know what his plans are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... clueless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111742625847136818?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111742625847136818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111742625847136818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/clueless.html' title='clueless'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111737736090548701</id><published>2005-05-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:12:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put your head on my shoulder...</title><content type='html'>i'm very happy today!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my cousins [char, tam, cookie and angelica] arrived at 4.00pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we ate 'ginatan', talked about cookie's surprise party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we stayed in my parents room, talkin bout different stuff, watching tv, and reviewing at the same time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we ate dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we went to the church to watch the hijas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we went to the 'canto' to again watch the hijas [but now, we're inside the mb, pwede na mag comment! haha] we sang, we took pictures, we borrowed each other's fone, then pinaglalaruan namin yung sagala, kunwari kakaway kami [dun sa mga hindi mukhang pansagala &lt;-- ang sama! at dun naman sa deserving, sincere ang kaway]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then we went home, we ate dessert, and took some pics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then she [cookie] showed us the pics of her party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we watched the "nutsa debate enriquez version"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took pictures again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and finally, they went home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, i'm really happy today. i don't really wanna share this one but... gee. i'm really shy. you know, i'm really happy when girls let me put my head on their shoulder. and a while ago, my coz allowed me to... i'm very happy. though she's not my girl... i'm still very happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... au revoir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To view our pics, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=196kkft8.ueb1mh8&amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=a8m114"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;click here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111737736090548701?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111737736090548701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111737736090548701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/put-your-head-on-my-shoulder.html' title='put your head on my shoulder...'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111719587893116628</id><published>2005-05-27T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:39:19.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="240" hspace="5" src="http://www.beatboxbetty.com/photogallery/photogallery2/photogallery2/images/Mary-Kate-&amp;amp;-Ashley-Olsen.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;img height="240" hspace="5" src="http://shapeofdays.typepad.com/the_shape_of_days/images/OLSEN-TWINS-AD-1.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these pics of Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen... I'm really goin' nuckin futs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111719587893116628?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111719587893116628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111719587893116628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/with-these-pics-of-mary-kate-and.html' title=''/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111719176838293747</id><published>2005-05-27T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:07:12.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>couch potato</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEWSFLASH:&lt;/strong&gt; My blogsite &lt;em&gt;[:: nothin' else but serKee ::]&lt;/em&gt; made it to the &lt;em&gt;Top 17&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;em&gt;"The World's Top 100 Incoming Links"&lt;/em&gt; with a total blog share of &lt;em&gt;B$550.00&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew! i just watched tv the whole day! but before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;at 6.15a, my sister woke me up cause she asked me to burn her presentation for GlaxoSmithKline, she's kinda nervous cause if things go wrong, she's gonna be a whole disaster!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;starting from 2.00p, i watched The Apprentice...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then at 3.30p, The Sleepover Club...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then at 4.00p, a movie about this black guy who's being hated before, but became popular because of a deal between him and the most popular girl in school, that they'll pretend that they're partners for $ 15,000. (he wants to be cool!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then at 5.30p, of course Meteor Garden...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then now, I'm making a survey...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you mean by "Krung-Krung"!?&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm going to hide their identities!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaynie Cabrera:&lt;/strong&gt; "Anong krung-krung? Baka yung nasa telepono!?" (Very funny!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Cherissa Coronel:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ah expression lang yun!" (Quite vague.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Rose Crisostomo:&lt;/strong&gt; "May sira!" (Is this the right answer?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EJ Marie Gamboa:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hindi ko po alam! Toyo ata!" (Haha!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. hide their identities daw oh!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... pasaway talaga!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111719176838293747?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111719176838293747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111719176838293747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/couch-potato.html' title='couch potato'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111707101497910865</id><published>2005-05-26T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T09:30:15.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miracles happen once in a while</title><content type='html'>i can consider this vacation as the worst one. we're supposed to have fun right? damn! i just cried the whole night yesterday. family problem? uh, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god! my most awaited wall climbing session was again postponed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting old and worse everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that my article will be chosen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that the singapore family vacation will push through next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that i'll get into UP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... still hoping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111707101497910865?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111707101497910865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111707101497910865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/miracles-happen-once-in-while.html' title='miracles happen once in a while'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111694490344553384</id><published>2005-05-24T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:32:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we really need a PC?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By: Serkee Lacanilao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;â€œ&lt;em&gt;Lumaki kami ng wala niyan!&lt;/em&gt;â€� Some of us may already find this response from our parents as a clichÃ© when we ask them to buy a personal computer. Well, we canâ€™t blame them, because they have a point. As a matter of fact, some of todayâ€™s leaders and big time businessmen finished school and became successful without the help of PCâ€™s. But in present time, having one lessens the burden of students in making projects or reports, doing homework, and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save time. Save effort.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can save a lot of time in searching for information by either using an Encyclopedia CD or an online search engine, rather than looking for books or related research material in the library. The process of going over the library card and the books is obviously slower than by typing your topic of interest, pressing the enter key, and a click of the mouse on the print button. You just got yourself better information in a faster way, from the comfort of your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multimedia Resources&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCâ€™s can give you more than what other information source can offer. You can download multimedia resources like videos, sound clips, 3D diagrams, etc. which can provide you clearer explanations of what you are searching about. At the same time, learning through the use of multimedia resources is such a lot of fun. You are learning while being entertained, a bundled treat for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More than just an information source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online chatting may sound a bit costly for a past time activity, but it is a cheaper alternative in keeping in touch with loved ones, and meeting new friends. Just by having an internet connection, an IM Messenger (such as Yahoo! or MSN), a microphone, and a webcam if you like, you can already communicate with other people as if that you are just in front of each other, no matter where they are in the world. There is no other communication tool that can provide you the same service, at the same price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how cool and powerful a gadget may be, for sure it still has a lot of drawbacks. First is itâ€™s quite pricey to maintain one. Every year, there are new innovations, and of course, you have to upgrade your system. Another is that it consumes a lot of electricity, which results to of course, higher bills. Second thing is that it provides you almost anything, even the worst thing you could ever imagine. It can suggest violence, drugs, abuse, sexuality and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of its disadvantages, it is still a good thing to buy and invest on. So the next time youâ€™re going to ask your parents about this, maybe they will finally understand the importance of a personal computer in a studentâ€™s life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111694490344553384?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111694490344553384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111694490344553384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-we-really-need-pc.html' title='Do we really need a PC?'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111691595585428743</id><published>2005-05-24T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:08:51.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its everything i want</title><content type='html'>i'm too busy looking for a handheld online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a PDA after graduation, so i'm going to ask my parents to buy me one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to the states next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a new laptop on my 18th birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my own car on my 21st birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to have a bachelor's pad on my 25th birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a girlfriend... now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...damn! I really do have no contentment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111691595585428743?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111691595585428743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111691595585428743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-everything-i-want.html' title='its everything i want'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111684095517906484</id><published>2005-05-23T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T19:27:07.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rush hour</title><content type='html'>i have to do this really quick cause its already 5:30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i was not able to go wall climbing because some of our relatives visited us. me and my cute lil niece played gameboy till the time they went home. the lights went out in the evening but went back by around 11 pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the simulation exam. to be perfectly honest, i'm not prepared. my alarm clock rang at 4am, but i woke up by 5.10am to review. i dont have snacks so i packed an empanada and a goldilocks mamon. i brought my old pencil (which is actually not the required grade) and a bottle of water. i got there by 7.15am and to my surprise, UPLink is not there. (they told us not to be late, look who's talkin! just kidding!) so i went outside and i saw my friends. i borrowed aaron's extra pencil to make sure that my answers will be accepted. the english and science test is quite easy, its just the math test that i hate the most. i have around 10++ blank answers. goddamnit! anyways, i went back home. then i slept for a few hours, and now i'm going to watch meteor garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111684095517906484?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111684095517906484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111684095517906484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/rush-hour.html' title='rush hour'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111656534539693320</id><published>2005-05-20T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:15:46.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch!</title><content type='html'>since everyone's away, and i'm all alone here in the house, i've decided to watch Thirteen (from start to finish, since i only watch it part by part when mama is around) well its a good movie, it made me realize things. well, its really good. not to mention the scene that i've been waiting for so long. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tummy is aching so much a while ago. [ouchiwawapupa - anne curtis] i ate lunch at my ninang's house (in order to save my allowance!). i went back home. tapos uminom ako ng graoe juice and wollah! i don't have to mention what happened detail by detail, but finally i'm relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for my sister so that we can already watch the movie... now get the fuck out of here! ...just kiddin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111656534539693320?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111656534539693320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111656534539693320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/ouch.html' title='ouch!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111649996054888102</id><published>2005-05-19T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T18:52:40.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we love videos!</title><content type='html'>just finished watching meteor garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago, aia and i went to video city. we were shocked knowing the fact that a membership card is required. good thing i brought along with me my wallet with 2 ID's (one of the requirements) but we still have a problem, the ID doesn't have an address. good thing her yaya said: "i-trace nyo sa bahay ni vice!" haha. i was relieved! then we browsed for vcd and laughed at some titles. i borrowed Thirteen and Princess Diaries 2. (since we've been always watching the first chapter so many times already) then she borrowed Meet The Fockers, Scary Movie 3 and The Hot Chick. and since i named the extension card after aia, the vid's that she is going to rent are under my responsibility. that's why i keep on reminding her to return the Meet The Fockers' cd on time (tomorrow) because there will be a penalty. all of these won't get materialized without the help of her yaya. thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the first part of PD2 when suddenly i saw my fone... indicating the time 5:33p! omg! it's meteor time! i hurriedly rushed infront of the tube and of course, watched meteor garden. then after that, i planned to post on my blog. so here i am now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...arrivideci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111649996054888102?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111649996054888102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111649996054888102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-love-videos.html' title='we love videos!'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111648482988995990</id><published>2005-05-19T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:40:29.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just an ordinary day</title><content type='html'>nothing special happened this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went online and i saw some friends online. and one of them is aia. we talked bout stuff like their vacation, movies, and other things which again, i can't disclose. our conversation made me conclude that: people who aim too high just can't go any higher... its too humiliating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, i'm still eating foxs, just finished watching alias and the movie of mary-kate and ashley olsen, (in short... the olsen twins)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i edited my friendster profile and pictures. i deleted/omitted everything that has connection to nikki. i give up! i'm screwed! i've got nothing to do now but to wait... wait to live... wait to die... wait for an absolution that would never come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think that i'm overreacting but i just find it weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111648482988995990?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111648482988995990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111648482988995990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-ordinary-day.html' title='just an ordinary day'/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9549271.post-111647612480163761</id><published>2005-05-18T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T12:19:36.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="240" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/12513876362187l.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is just my hobby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9549271-111647612480163761?l=serkee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111647612480163761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9549271/posts/default/111647612480163761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serkee.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleeping-is-just-my-hobby.html' title=''/><author><name>serKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09475737822803630400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/47/19/3069174/23746048723744l.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
