<?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-3582735051310411967</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:11:03.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we human because we gaze at the stars?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-8963465191332182107</id><published>2009-01-04T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:06:33.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SWDBPBt0P7I/AAAAAAAAACk/yMOeESB0id8/s1600-h/Picture+0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SWDBPBt0P7I/AAAAAAAAACk/yMOeESB0id8/s320/Picture+0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287438426435764146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Didaskaleinophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--- is the fear of going to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;back-to-school! i'm not yet ready! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-8963465191332182107?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8963465191332182107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=8963465191332182107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/8963465191332182107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/8963465191332182107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2009/01/oo.html' title='O.o&quot;'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SWDBPBt0P7I/AAAAAAAAACk/yMOeESB0id8/s72-c/Picture+0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-6969873638841323314</id><published>2008-07-24T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T05:24:43.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the big heavy bag at my back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know why you usually see this look on my face? &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/244/244501p3sxcrfraa.gif" width="50" height="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, It's like the whole world is mad at me and giving me this kind of knot.&lt;br /&gt;If you only know that, I'm so tired of this one.&lt;br /&gt;I want everything to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;I expected a lot this day, but I guess, everything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was not&lt;/span&gt; perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I tried and I cried&lt;br /&gt;When will this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-6969873638841323314?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6969873638841323314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=6969873638841323314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/6969873638841323314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/6969873638841323314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-heavy-bag-at-my-back.html' title='the big heavy bag at my back'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-3600950790214970467</id><published>2008-07-16T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:47:23.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisces:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friends feel like you're hiding out from the world -- let them know you're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o'&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-3600950790214970467?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/3600950790214970467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=3600950790214970467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/3600950790214970467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/3600950790214970467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/07/horoscope.html' title='horoscope!'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-8631471219966546841</id><published>2008-07-15T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:11:19.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baba black sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SHyvQwb-inI/AAAAAAAAACY/PNIiQz6F-AM/s1600-h/SSC_3675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SHyvQwb-inI/AAAAAAAAACY/PNIiQz6F-AM/s320/SSC_3675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223242370257947250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May she rest in peace :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(May 03, 2008-July 15, 2008&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-8631471219966546841?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8631471219966546841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=8631471219966546841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/8631471219966546841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/8631471219966546841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/07/baba-black-sheep.html' title='baba black sheep'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SHyvQwb-inI/AAAAAAAAACY/PNIiQz6F-AM/s72-c/SSC_3675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-8700275455525834419</id><published>2008-07-15T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:00:52.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>difficulty level:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;difficulty level:&lt;br /&gt;easy&lt;br /&gt;hard&lt;br /&gt;expert&lt;br /&gt;ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--aikaye's YM status message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whaaaaat? economics?! O.o yes, I really don't know why analyzing for economics' activity card is so hard, I mean, all you have to do is learn the graph and analyze its alternative points, but darn it, it's so confusing and it took me hours to finish a section out of 4, i think. Oh well, that's what you call LEARNING =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Twilight! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thanks Gill!) &lt;/span&gt;One word, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/span&gt; :D aaaah. I can't wait for the premiere! January 2010? zomg. TTFN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-8700275455525834419?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8700275455525834419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=8700275455525834419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/8700275455525834419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/8700275455525834419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/07/difficulty-level.html' title='difficulty level:'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-4694512302034313910</id><published>2008-07-10T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:13:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why people are LOVELESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reasons why people are LOVELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Destiny Addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ito 'yung mga taong hinihintay na gumawa ang tadhana ng paraan para pagtagpuin sila ng kanilang mga "soulmates" and whatever. Ayaw kumilos o kung ano pa dahil naniniwala siya na kung sino man 'yung talagang meant for him/her ay darating na lang bigla sa paraang maaaring hindi niya inaasahan--wow, parang Serendipity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Dadating din 'yan. 'Wag kasing hanapin!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simula nung magkamalay ang taong ito, nakalista na ang mga bagay na gusto niya sa kanyang magiging boypren/girlpren. Kapag may nakilala siya at nakitang madumi ang kuko, magkadikit ang kilay, may butas sa ngipin, o parang penguin maglakad, wala na. Turn off na 'yun para sa kanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Ok na sana siya e. Kaya lang gusto ko 'yung ganito..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Busy Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pasensya na sila pero masyado kang maraming inaasikaso tulad ng libro, bolpen, papel at calculator. Umaalis ka ng 6 am sa bahay at umuuwi ng 7 ng gabi 'pag weekdays. Pagdating mo sa bahay, gagawa lang ng homework at matutulog na. Masaya ka nang makanood ng TV 'pag Sabado (at gumawa ulit ng homework). Sapat na sa'yo ang kumain sa labas kasama ang pamilya 'pag Linggo (at gumawa pa rin ng homework).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Sorry. Wala akong time sa ganyan e." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Friend Forever version 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kunwari ka pa dyan. Alam mo namang gusto mo talaga 'yang best friend o special friend mo pero hindi mo lang sinasabi at pinapadama dahil ayaw mong masira ang pagkakaibigan niyong dalawa. 'Yung tipong 'pag may kasamang iba 'yung gusto mo, kunwari ka pang masaya ka para sa kanya pero sa totoo lang, gusto mo na malusaw na parang ice caps dahil sa Global Warming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm so happy for you!" o "Sayang naman 'yung pinagsamahan namin e." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Friend Forever version 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wala tayong magagawa pero talagang malapit ka lang sa kabilang kasarian--pero bilang kaibigan lang. One-of-the-boys, ladies' man. Hindi ka naman homo o bi pero sadyang kaibigan lang ang tingin mo sa mga taong hindi mo kapareho ng chromosomes. Masaya ka nang nakaka-hang-out lang sila, nakakakwentuhan, niyayakap nang walang halong malisya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "May inuman ba mamaya?" (kung babae) o "Hatid ko ba kayo mamaya?" (kung lalaki) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Born to be One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single-blessed ka at wala ka nang magagawa kung ganun. :) Nilikha ka siguro para maging mag-isa (pero syempre may pamilya at kaibigan ka naman, duh) hanggang tumanda ka na at ipadala sa Home for the Aged. Marami akong kakilalang mukhang ganito ang patutunguhan at hindi naman sila mga pangit o abnoy talaga. Minsan lang, masyado silang masungit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Mag-isa ako." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Happy-go-lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Eto 'yung taong masaya na sa trip-trip lang at kung anu-anong mga happenings. Kahit sino na lang basta no strings attached. For fun lang at walang seryosohan please. Personally, ayoko nung mga ganito. Umaapaw lang siguro 'yung mga taong ganito sa L. Magbuhos ka nalang ng malamig na tubig sa iyong buong katawan at solb na 'yan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm not ready to commit e, but I really like you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wrong Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Eto naman 'yung mga laging idinadahilan na masyado pa silang bata o kaya masyado na silang matanda. May mga tao raw na ganyan, 'yung pakiramdam nila laging may tamang panahon para sa pag-ibig. Pero ang labo lang kasi tuwing may pagkakataon naman, lagi nilang naiisip na maling panahon pa iyon. Oo, wrong timing lagi ang pag-ibig para sa kanila kasi madalas sumasakto kung kelan meron silang board exams, problema sa pamilya, o long test kinabukasan. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "We had the right love at the wrong time..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Parent Trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayaw ni mama o ni papa na magkaboypren/girlpren ang kanilang unica hija/hijo kahit na 22 years old na ito at kumikita na ng sarili niyang pera. Kailangan daw magkaron ka muna ng isang strand ng puting buhok bago may makadalaw sa'yo sa bahay. O kaya, baka ikaw 'yung may problema dahil natatakot ka sa iisipin ng mga magulang mo tungkol sa taong iyong gusto. Baka kasi sabihin nila na masyado siyang bansot/ matangkad/ baboy/ payatot para sa'yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Baka kasi magalit si Papa." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Trauma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dahil sa dami ng mga heartbreak na iyong nadama at emo songs na napakinggan mo na noon, sinumpa mo nang hindi ka magmamahal. Ayaw mo na. Sawa ka na sa paglalaslas ng pulso, este, sa paglalagay ng mga madramang stat message sa YM at pag-iyak ng balde-baldeng luha. Awwwww. &gt;:D&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Pagod na pagod na akong masaktan!" *hikbi* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your Ex-Lover Is (NOT) Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yikeeee. Mahal pa rin niya ang kanyang ex at hindi siya maka-get-over the person. Boo. Pilit pa ring inaalala ang mga tawanan, iyakan, at PDA moments nilang dalawa kahit 'yung ex niya ay nakikipag-(insert verb here) na sa ibang babae/lalaki. Sasabihin mong nakapag-move on ka na pero pag nagkwentuhan tungkol sa pag-ibig, tandadadaaaaan! Siya na naman naiisip mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm over him/her..." *tapos iiyak bigla :))* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ayaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dalawa na namang kaso ito. Una, ayaw mo lang talaga magka-"someone". Hindi ko na pipilitin ungkatin 'yung dahilan pero may mga pagkakataon lang talaga na ayaw mo. Ikalawa naman, baka...ayaw kasi sa'yo nung gusto mo. And that's the shizzest thing ever! Pwedeng ayaw niya sa'yo dahil may girlpren/boypren siya, busy siya or whatever, o kaya ayaw ka lang niya talaga at wala ka nang magagawa kung ganun. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Ayoko pa magkaboypren/girlpren e." o "Hindi naman niya ako gusto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joke lang. Kunyari ang drama eh noh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So. Which one are you? HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-4694512302034313910?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4694512302034313910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=4694512302034313910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/4694512302034313910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/4694512302034313910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/07/reasons-why-people-are-loveless.html' title='Reasons why people are LOVELESS'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-6522359222260737088</id><published>2008-06-22T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T04:19:26.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talking about 1st day as a senior…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, Pressure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still can’t believe that I’m already in my fourth year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in high school. I still can remember the time when I walked on the walls of St. Mary’s as a freshman, take note, newbie. No friends yet! But, today, it feels *insert word here* as a senior. I’ll be expecting a lot of challenges before I’ll march on March (hopefully!) and ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah, my classmates are the craziest! Our classroom is the best-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SF4znsJNxMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1Jw5pWrwiLQ/s1600-h/4bluegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SF4znsJNxMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1Jw5pWrwiLQ/s200/4bluegirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214662175499338946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still can’t believe that almost everyone in my YM buddy list are busy making activity cards! Whoa, talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bagong buhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Who wouldn’t be in pressure if you’re given 14 activity cards to make it in a week or so, cramming much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; :P nah, finished 6 activity cards this weekend and I miss reading Twilight and Stargirl, it’s so bitin! I want to finish the story but I can’t because of the school stuff on my desk -.-‘ I’ll finish that book soon! Yes, very soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SF40rJQEWnI/AAAAAAAAACI/RguIgVT1dR8/s1600-h/topifthepiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SF40rJQEWnI/AAAAAAAAACI/RguIgVT1dR8/s200/topifthepiles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214663334363945586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(Sunday), out of 6 cuddly puppies, only 3 left &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/355/355346u5g42y0cio.gif" border="0" width="22" height="18" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to cry but I just can’t! I’ll miss those bunch of puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SF41G1EVCpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fmIE7nn10J4/s1600-h/SSC_3678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SF41G1EVCpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fmIE7nn10J4/s200/SSC_3678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214663809982335634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-6522359222260737088?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/6522359222260737088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=6522359222260737088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/6522359222260737088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/6522359222260737088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SF4znsJNxMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1Jw5pWrwiLQ/s72-c/4bluegirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-8007236170797767080</id><published>2008-06-19T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:33:43.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fourth year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;epistaxis!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(beware: i'll speak in bisaya, okay? :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st week palaaaaang kapoy na kaayo! aaaaaah O.o"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;imagine, more or less 13 activity cards and deadlines will be next week and first of july! wtf &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, this is your fourth year Camille, this is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll try to update this weekend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-8007236170797767080?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/8007236170797767080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=8007236170797767080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/8007236170797767080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/8007236170797767080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/06/fourth-year.html' title='fourth year'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-4201135035152401201</id><published>2008-06-15T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T05:08:01.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a story we found on How GOD created Fathers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the good Lord was creating fathers He started with a tall frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a female angel nearby said, "What kind of father is that? If You're going to make children so close to the ground, why have You put fathers up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child-size, whom would children have to look up to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when God made a father's hands, they were large and sinewy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the angel shook her head sadly and said, "Do You know what You're doing?" Large hands are clumsy. They can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on ponytails or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day ... yet small enough to cup a child's face in his hands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the angel nearby had a heart attack. "Boy, this is the end of the week, all right," she clucked, " Do You realize You just made a father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And God smiled and said, "A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle, or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer. "That's not fair. Do You honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And God smiled and said. "They'll work. You'll see. They'll support a small child who wants to 'ride a horse, or scare off mice, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words, but a firm, authoritative voice; eyes that saw everything, but remained calm and tolerant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears. Then He turned to the Angel and said, "Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The angel shuteth up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Father's Day to all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-4201135035152401201?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/4201135035152401201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=4201135035152401201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/4201135035152401201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/4201135035152401201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers.html' title='fathers'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-1329345886138493939</id><published>2008-06-11T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:14:57.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lift your head up to the sky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First batch! :D yeeee. i love answering questions! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaay so this is not a question but mil :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nag plan bea co mu balik ug blogspot. my old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;blogspot kinda sucks. sooo mag make co again :) lol.--april&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes! everyone's back to blogspot! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything :D hi! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;low, low, low, low :D hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;are you going to take the UPCAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, but i know my parents wouldn't allow me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;do you have an account in deviantart? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah. link can be found sa sidebar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;san ka mag college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATENEO! CAGAYAN :P hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what year ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th yr h.s :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;welcome back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;thaaanks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;do you have a sister and or a brother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nope. sad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-1329345886138493939?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/1329345886138493939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=1329345886138493939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/1329345886138493939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/1329345886138493939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/06/lift-your-head-up-to-sky.html' title='lift your head up to the sky!'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-2383644870477269010</id><published>2008-06-10T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:50:13.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what my summer was all about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes, it is better not to expect anything during s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ummer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HHHHHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Okay, I’m so over reacting but really, this summ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;er I expected a lot! Like family dinner every weekend, staying at the beach the whole wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;k, driving lessons, out of towns and a whole lot more! Well except from my &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; trip. My mom and pop told me that we’re going out of the country 2 weeks before my final exam and we’re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eaving right after classes ends which is very exciting for me since it was quite a looooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng time I had a real summer vacation. It was really fun! NO TOURIST GUIDE! Just us and our map! And guess what, the night we arrived at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;H&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ong Kong&lt;/st1:place&gt;, we stopped at the wrong bus station and c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ouldn't find our hotel!  But, it was one of a ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nd experience :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE5K6C2ViaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YX_qgk2VXMU/s1600-h/BLOG_HONGKONG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE5K6C2ViaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YX_qgk2VXMU/s320/BLOG_HONGKONG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210184179971885474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love Disneyland than Ocean Park! well maybe I'm not reall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y into fishes, sea lion and all that.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to share a summary of my summer "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE5LjyveNTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uux87Bf4kDY/s1600-h/BLOG_DUKA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE5LjyveNTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uux87Bf4kDY/s320/BLOG_DUKA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210184897202631986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://ishinini.multiply.com/"&gt;Ish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; brought his underwater case f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rom Cebu Pacific and it's soo cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE5NUC91JQI/AAAAAAAAABI/yzz56xDJ0JM/s1600-h/BLOG_EZRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE5NUC91JQI/AAAAAAAAABI/yzz56xDJ0JM/s320/BLOG_EZRA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210186825703171330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During Ezra's supposed to be "surprise party" (hehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;credits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://isabelkrista.multiply.com/"&gt;aikaye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-2383644870477269010?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/2383644870477269010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=2383644870477269010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/2383644870477269010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/2383644870477269010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/06/hk-trip.html' title='what my summer was all about'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE5K6C2ViaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YX_qgk2VXMU/s72-c/BLOG_HONGKONG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3582735051310411967.post-1895361713828866228</id><published>2008-06-09T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:32:42.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yay! i'm back! i'm back! but the bad thing is, i totally forgot how to edit HTML codes O.o' it suck! really. since our class will start on the 16th, i'll review my lessons about HTML! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! i placed a question box here so you can ask me anything! yay! :D :D  update you guys soon! TTFN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3582735051310411967-1895361713828866228?l=kaaaamil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/feeds/1895361713828866228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3582735051310411967&amp;postID=1895361713828866228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/1895361713828866228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3582735051310411967/posts/default/1895361713828866228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaaaamil.blogspot.com/2008/06/fresh.html' title='fresh!'/><author><name>camille montesines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15268439773597888360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G2FcGjbC6hk/SE9wVr47PhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TerXbDWk-x8/S220/IMG_0099copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
