<?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-1108224921062381232</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:34:12.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my personal cradle</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life is not measured by how many times you got it right, but how many times you choose to be right"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-4682424468913312087</id><published>2011-08-25T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:26:47.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiwAOjWMvZU/Tlc8iTpW1nI/AAAAAAAAADE/t-tZ-HyGaog/s1600/132568_481327271008_312015626008_5785198_5896844_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiwAOjWMvZU/Tlc8iTpW1nI/AAAAAAAAADE/t-tZ-HyGaog/s320/132568_481327271008_312015626008_5785198_5896844_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645047218019161714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAN GUILLERMO PARISH&lt;br /&gt;Talisay, Batangas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-4682424468913312087?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/4682424468913312087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=4682424468913312087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/4682424468913312087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/4682424468913312087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2011/08/san-guillermo-parish-talisay-batangas.html' title=''/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiwAOjWMvZU/Tlc8iTpW1nI/AAAAAAAAADE/t-tZ-HyGaog/s72-c/132568_481327271008_312015626008_5785198_5896844_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-6476069581780741459</id><published>2009-05-13T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:30:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my reward on being his fan..</title><content type='html'>i don't remember the exact date of being a temporary member of yapsters club.. James' official club..but I was overwhelmed by the warm welcome of the members..since Philippines is the texting capital of the world, most of the members specially those who are in the province, share thoughts through text..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really shocked when the vice president of the club and a besties of mine from the club texted me about their surprise..WOW!..they had a video of James greeting me after Purefoods' practice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuLq0KitNA0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuLq0KitNA0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahmmm...thank you so much idol james for this wonderful message of yours.. hope I can meet you in person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks also to my dear sissy Kathleen for putting this up..&lt;br /&gt;to ate rina for lending the camera..&lt;br /&gt;to vp jhoanne for the opportunity of being fan of the month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all guys..&lt;br /&gt;love ko rin papa james..hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-6476069581780741459?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/6476069581780741459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=6476069581780741459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/6476069581780741459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/6476069581780741459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-reward-on-being-his-fan.html' title='my reward on being his fan..'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-2373539303839697460</id><published>2009-05-06T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T04:14:49.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I'm a fan..^_^</title><content type='html'>I’m not really a basketball fan before. I prefer to watch V-league (Volleyball) or MLB (Baseball) whenever I have free time, but my being a sports enthusiast turn into much higher level when I watched James playing for purefoods on his 2nd year. Actually I first saw him on The Buzz, that time he was being interviewed together with then girlfriend Ms. Kris Aquino, and now his wife. My attention was caught by his simple yet charming looks, his quiet and shy personality and of course his kindness and love for his family. I said to myself “Gwapo na mabait pa, astig ah!. Panuorin ko nga sa PBA”. So I did, I watched his team’s every game on tv and became a supporter not only of the team but of him also. From then on, I had this instant frenzy on watching basketball games. I’ll see to it that I had the team’s game schedule posted on the door of my room. Since we don’t have internet connection at home, after school I’ll get a quick drop by at my school’s cyber library just to get the schedule at PBA’s website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a stroke when I was 17, but that doesn’t mean I forgot the team and James. I still remember that Purefoods’ had game that night. They’re fighting for semifinals.  I was lying in the bed at a private hospital, that was Sunday night of June 25, 2005, conscious yet sleepy because of all the medicine I took. I asked my worried father to open the television because Purefoods’ had game and I had to see James playing. I don’t know what’s really happening that time, expect for the numbness on my left body, all that I want is to watch and enjoy the game though I am not feeling really well having a lot apparatus on different parts of my body. I didn’t finish the game because I had to rest; the doctor said that my condition was serious that I had to go to much better hospital in Manila. I was confined for 2 weeks in Philippine General Hospital. Because we don’t have enough money to get a private room, I had to stay in a ward. They had a tv their, kind of a relief because I can still watch basketball games but the sad thing is I can’t go and watch the game closely because I can’t walk.  So my father became an instant side court reporter for me. He told about the team’s performance that they will play on the finals with Redbull. After all the pain, tears and hardship in the hospital we went home. My neurologist advised me to live normally even though I already have this disability. We got home; get a physical therapist to help me recover more from the stroke. While having our therapy sessions the television is always on so that I can still watch the game. See how I get so addict? My life is at risk but I’m still thinking of watching their game on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same year James got his first MVP on PBA, Kris was there cheering for him while I was at home finishing the final therapy session of that day. I’m so happy for James. I still remember that me and my sister was shouting like crazy because he is the MVP. I feel like his achievement was my achievement too. He’s an inspiration to me. From then on, I said to my therapist that he had to let me walk on my own because I have to watch Purefoods live that I want to see James on live action. So I did I great job on that goal. I walk on my own but of course not the same as before. My father promised me that we’re going to watch live games as soon as I get better. With James winning the MVP, Purefoods had this wonderful achievement also. They won over Redbull and got another All-Filipino title which made me happier and made me an official FAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my 3rd year coping with my disability. Doing what my neurologist had told me that I must live my life normally. Yes I did, being a fan is one of those. Since I can’t manage to go in different places alone to catch basketball games I just followed James on different websites instead. I joined some forums, and clubs which I gained these friends I have now.  But there’s always a surprise in everything we do. It was March 7 of this year, when I got a wonderful present from my father. He bought a ticket for all of us. We watched Purefoods’ game. WOW. That was the happiest birthday ever, because we got to see James and his teammates and we also got his autograph. I’m just a bit disappointed because I didn’t have the chance to have picture with him but that’s okay, well,  seeing them is what I really want in the first place. The picture was just second on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SgFvrGgY3JI/AAAAAAAAACU/7w2anLVCQhU/s1600-h/07-03-09_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SgFvrGgY3JI/AAAAAAAAACU/7w2anLVCQhU/s320/07-03-09_2224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332666220054895762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to have pictures with them since I got the first on my list. But for now I’m enjoying the privilege of being cw and pol’s forumer and yapsters’ temporary member. Having friends to whom you can share your thoughts and kiligs for James and his family. I will be his supporter till the end. Whatever team he end up retiring I’m still one of his biggest but quiet fan..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SgFwvmQDMjI/AAAAAAAAACc/1d_Owh2ZQrE/s1600-h/1_673156628l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SgFwvmQDMjI/AAAAAAAAACc/1d_Owh2ZQrE/s320/1_673156628l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332667396807406130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-2373539303839697460?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/2373539303839697460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=2373539303839697460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/2373539303839697460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/2373539303839697460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-im-fan.html' title='Yes I&apos;m a fan..^_^'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SgFvrGgY3JI/AAAAAAAAACU/7w2anLVCQhU/s72-c/07-03-09_2224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-6165098493835817522</id><published>2009-02-15T19:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:45:38.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th NYC of STI</title><content type='html'>It was my first time to attend a Youth convention, considering it's national. Having everything for free, except for the food is really a good thing. But learning more about different things is another t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SZOaiWR-DWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1a4hkGMybYw/s1600-h/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SZOaiWR-DWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1a4hkGMybYw/s320/DSC01748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301751101232385378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard about that convention i had this feeling that I might not enjoy the event because of my disability but all my fears turned into excitement when I wake up on that thursday morning and get ready to go to school and wait for the bus to picked us up and brought us to SMX convention center. We arrived there early because we will be one of those many participants in that 14th National Youth Convention of STI and we were scheduled to attend the first batch of lectures hat morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture started at around 9 in the morning. It was started by Mr. Albert Guzman who delivered the opening remarks, followed by the first lecture of Sir Spanky Rodriguez that talks about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog's life&lt;/span&gt;. He talked about the different things we can blog about. He even showed us the blogs that had a very large impact in our country. The second speaker is Mr. Dennis Evangelista who talked abot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pe'sonality&lt;/span&gt; or how we can maximize our talents to help us practice how to save our money or allowance . Lastly is Sir Jojo Recio who, on the other hand, talked about connecting with people because good relationship and communication skills towards people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum this all up, being on that convention is really a new experience to me. Aside from learning a lot of things from the speakers, I also had the chance to explore the things that I can do all by myself. I even had the chance to meet people from different branches of STI and to bond with my classmates and friends which is a good thing because I get the opportunity to communicate with them. All the things that they've taught really helped me in a way. That's why that National Youth Convention will surely be included in the list of my memorable experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-188.friendster.com/e1/photos/88/13/8213188/1_818260862l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 286px;" src="http://photos-188.friendster.com/e1/photos/88/13/8213188/1_818260862l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-6165098493835817522?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/6165098493835817522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=6165098493835817522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/6165098493835817522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/6165098493835817522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2009/02/14th-nyc-of-sti_15.html' title='14th NYC of STI'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SZOaiWR-DWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1a4hkGMybYw/s72-c/DSC01748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-2387858036531551982</id><published>2009-02-14T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:47:11.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Octuplet's Mom..how do you react?</title><content type='html'>Here are some of Nadya Suleman photos during pregnancy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2009/02/octuplets-belly/octuplets-mom-belly-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 420px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2009/02/octuplets-belly/octuplets-mom-belly-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2009/02/octuplets-belly/octuplets-mom-belly-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 421px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1/2009/02/octuplets-belly/octuplets-mom-belly-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really shocked when i saw the photos (credits to JJ and TMZ) because it was really a huge belly. To think that she have 8 little babies inside that big tummy is really WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???You're question would be, how can a single sperm and egg cell produce such a huge amount of babies? Does it hurts? Is she aware of the big responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥She's not married..She's already a single mom of 6 ..at the age of 33, she gave birth to her octuplet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had an IVF treatment..The sperm came from whom she called her 'friend'..She's aware of every law there is regarding the father of her children..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also aware of the fact that raising 6 + 8 more children, with a total of 14, is a risky thing to do..she has no job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has her reasons why she did the thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a lot of people won't understand her but she's happy having these kids..She will do her best to raise them all as best as she could because they are gifts from God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need financial support..&lt;br /&gt;if you have that heart of gold, do support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thenadyasulemanfamily.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know her reasons..this is her story..&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEJr2kk8yfA&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1vdVV2zRWc&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZwnl2XtWyA&lt;br /&gt;Part 4 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zi9DE_KYsl0&lt;br /&gt;Part 5 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ftm8_IgZyUw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family, especially the mother, need not your criticisms but your sympathy and support..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-2387858036531551982?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/2387858036531551982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=2387858036531551982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/2387858036531551982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/2387858036531551982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2009/02/octuplets-momhow-do-you-react.html' title='Octuplet&apos;s Mom..how do you react?'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-3891989764455181541</id><published>2009-02-13T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:36:05.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gossip Girl??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posttitle"&gt;    Another blog from my friendster account..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this last October 19, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mille arrived from Manila, she went to my place to pay her “kautangans” and to make kwento at the same time..She brought her Gossip Girl Season 1 cd for us to watch while we are chatting and eating..nagpatak kaming dalawa for our favorite pancit canton..it should be our other favorite, siomai, pero si Mama ang sabi wag na lng at di daw masarap..so we’ve finally decided na canton na nga lang..nagluto kami sa rice cooker..then nagtimpla ng juice at nagwatch na ng Gossip Girl..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SZVpH1t0y7I/AAAAAAAAACM/JrYa4Qv9uWg/s1600-h/Gossip_Girl_title_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SZVpH1t0y7I/AAAAAAAAACM/JrYa4Qv9uWg/s320/Gossip_Girl_title_card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302259719697910706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="entry"&gt; &lt;p&gt;At first it was confusing coz I don’t know the story yet..Si Mille naman Kwento ng kwento while we’re watching (of course bout Marki Boi)..pero nung naapreciate ko na ng story yun nagustuhan ko na xa ng bonggang bongga..naka 3 episodes ata kami ni Mille when she decided to go home at pupunta pa daw siya sa patay (brother nung klasmeyt namin nung elementary)..she left the cd..sabi niya “Ye, sayo muna to..tapusin mo agad at maraming humihiram niyan”..then umuwi na xa..I stop watching kasi la na akong kajamming tapos may umaagaw pa ng tv..ayun..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the next day nanuod ulit ako..hindi ko na tinigilan ang panunuod..pero hindi ko parin natapos..finally after almost a week natapos ko rin..daming asungot eh..hindi makagamit ng tv..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and now I’m super “hooked” (term ni camille) na sa series na ito..I’m super kinikilig sa loveteam ni Dan (the lonely boy) at Serena (the It girl)..I made a name for them..hahaha, sabi ni Mille pang HSM daw..pero I liked it..i called them &lt;strong&gt;Danerena&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m super excited na tuloy sa second season..sana may pirated na..hehehe..wala kasing cable channel nito dito samin..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe these are the reasons why i’m hooked with this series..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. talks about teenagers (like me)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. tackles friendship, enimies, love ones/family..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. the fashion (which i don’t want to copy, i just want to see them dressed that way)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. the cast (coz they portrayed the characters really well)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. the issues/gossip (coz I’m a chismosa..but a different one)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;–and last i just love the way the narrator say’s her line (kyut eh)–&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“&lt;span class="fontBlack"&gt;And who am i? thats the secret ill never tell… you know&lt;br /&gt;you love me… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fontBlack"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fontBlack"&gt;gossip girl”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-3891989764455181541?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/3891989764455181541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=3891989764455181541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/3891989764455181541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/3891989764455181541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2009/02/gossip-girl.html' title='A Gossip Girl??'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/SZVpH1t0y7I/AAAAAAAAACM/JrYa4Qv9uWg/s72-c/Gossip_Girl_title_card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-5967686715654552637</id><published>2009-02-13T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:32:09.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posttitle"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;I wrote this last October 25, 2008 on my Friendster blog..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just want to write it here..:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night we (me and mah sister) watched High School Musical 3..It was really an awesome movie..I love the music..I love Vanessa/Zac and the cast..I just love the whole package..I can’t wait to have a DVD copy..I bought a movie soundtrack..a special one..I think i was really lucky coz i got the only 2disc cd left..the first cd is the soundtrack and the other one is dvd of behind the scenes..&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don’t know why I’m so hooked with this movie..maybe because I’m a music lover..enthusiast of an on and off-screen lovers..hahaha..and i know that high school really stays with me..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;High School Musical reflects most of my high school days..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/af/HSM_3_Poster.JPG/405px-HSM_3_Poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 401px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/af/HSM_3_Poster.JPG/405px-HSM_3_Poster.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;especially those happy moments my classmates and I shared..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All i wanna say is..5 stars for this incredible movie..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hope you watch this movie too..&lt;br /&gt;bring some popcorn..&lt;br /&gt;don’t buy pirated copies..&lt;br /&gt;watch it on big screen..you’ll gonna love it..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;-yeye&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-5967686715654552637?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/5967686715654552637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=5967686715654552637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/5967686715654552637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/5967686715654552637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2009/02/high-school-musical-madness.html' title='High School Musical Madness'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-326437129175945223</id><published>2007-10-02T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:14:42.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm missing about my highschool friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahilig akong makipag chat sa mga friendship ko from highschool at college...mas marami ngayong college kasi lahat sila kumbaga eh mga sosyalera lahat afford at my time mag net..kumpara sa mga highschool friendships ko na bihirang magnet dahil can't afford(hindi naman talaga, nagtitipid lang) oh sobrang busy sa pag aaral nila(busy nga ba o nagbibisihan laang)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pag nagkukwentuhan kami ng mga friends ko eh ang hilig naming pagusapan yung mga katatangahan namin nung high school..masaya kasi nakatuwang ibalik yung masasayang araw namin..lalo na yung mga katuligan, asaran, at habulan pag napipikon na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isa ulit itong blog na ibinase ko sa style ni kuya BO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sana magustuhan nyo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please leave your comments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------xoxo-yeye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mga ALYAS na walang kapares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko noong highschool ang mga panahong gumagawa sila (hindi ako kasali dahil good girl ako, at wala akong maisip na pantawag) ng mga nickname at Alyas para sa teachers at sa mga kakalase namin oh kahit kabatch (patago lng yung sa kabatch dahil baka matimbog kami ng mga iyun)..nung unang taon namin eh wala pa kaming naiisip na mga nicknames, maayos pa ang tawagin lang sa pangalan ang bawat isa..nagkakahiyaan pa eh..kahit noong 2nd year at 3rd year kami hindi pa rin sila gumagawa..katasa taasan teachers lng ang binibigyan namin ng nicknames..isa nga lng yun eh si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma'am Caste&lt;/span&gt;, c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tababoy,&lt;/span&gt; kasi sobrang mataba si Ma'am Caste eh..sa pagkakaalam ko may itinawag din noon kay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma'am Petate&lt;/span&gt; at kay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma'am Gaynor &lt;/span&gt;(sumalangit nawa ang kaluluwa nya) hindi ko lang alam kung anu, hindi ko na talaga maalala (memory gap ulit mga guys)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noong 4th year lng namin nailabas lahat ng kalokohan namin.."bumenta sa takilya", ibig sabahin ginamit ng lahat, at naging palasak ang mga katagang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Pakumbs-&lt;/span&gt;Ma'am Rosy(dahil sa malapakumbo daw niyang buhok)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Kupya-&lt;/span&gt;Sir Remigia(dahil naman sa matigas nyang pagbigkas ng o na nagiging u)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Piggy-goat/Pipino-&lt;/span&gt;Sir Crispino(dahil mukha daw pig na tinubuan ng bigoatte..tsaka pipino para sa pino)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gammy Bears-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sir Gamol(ewan ko kung bakit gammy bears baka dahil sa naging palayaw niya ang gammy na kinuha sa ipelyido niyang pamatay 'wag kang "Gamol" ')..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala na akong maalala sa mga tawag sa mga guro dahil mas tumatak sakin ang mga tawag noon sa mga klasmeyts namin..na talagang ginamit ng buong klase..hindi lng babae pati rin mga lalaki at ang bakla ay hindi rin nakaligtas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for classmates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-male-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nguso-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mark(tawag kay mak dahil mahaba daw ang nguso nya..trademark niya ang nguso na tulad ni Suneo na sidekick ni Nobita sa Doreamon..kung fan ka nitong cartoon na ito matatawa ka dahil carbon copy siya ni mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuba-&lt;/span&gt;don(pansinin ang likod ni don, kurkobado cya "a little", kaya nga ata yun ang itinawag sa kanya ng tropa nila, na hanggang ngayon eh tawag parin sa kanya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baba-&lt;/span&gt;luren(mahaba kasi ang baba ni L.A..binansagang anak ni Ai-Ai..joke..mahilig din niyang gamitin ang word na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beringki &lt;/span&gt;na ang ibig sabihin daw eh sex..ewan ko ba sa mga ito kung saan napupulot mga salita nila..mahilig daw niya itong sabihin kay Alice na nakakapagpalaglag ng brief niya once na makita niya..tsk tsk..L.A talaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bingot-&lt;/span&gt;marvin(nakasanayan kasi nila tawagin c marvin ng 'vin' kaya naging vingot este bingot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tulok-&lt;/span&gt;elouise(usong uso sa batch namin ang mga word na baliktad, at dahil si louise eh kulot kaya naman cya eh hindi nakaligtas..tinawag cyang tulok, kabaliktara ng kulot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aso-&lt;/span&gt;jayson(isa ito sa mga tawag oh bansag na hindi ko alam ang kadahilanan, kaya hindi ko masasabi kung bakit)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uling-&lt;/span&gt;glennbert(dahil si glenn ay hindi kaputian, sabihin na nating he's small, DARK, handsome???kayo na humusga, at least na meet yung isa sa requirements diba..kaya yun ang naging bansag sa kanya, ling-u)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aldrich(dahil uso ang baliktaran kaya baliktad rin ang tawag sa kanya..baliktad ng pangalan ng nanay niya, bukod kasi sa mga kabaliktaran eh nauso rin ang pagtawag gamit ang panglan ng mga parents namin..pati magulang idinamay..mga walang puso, pero masaya naman)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ulo-&lt;/span&gt;josemari(ito ang naging tawag sa kanya dahil ito'y ayon sa measurement ng kanya ulo, may kalakihan kasi ang ulo ni jay-ehm, na sabi eh hindi daw proportion sa katawan niya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ding-&lt;/span&gt;archie(bumenta rin ang tawag na ito na kinuha naman sa salitang Ba-DING..hindi ko alam kung sinong nagpauso nito, pero kung sino man eh natutuwa akong naging palasak ito dahil hanggang sa oras na ito yun parin ang tawag kay ding este archie..congrats sa nakaimbento)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;labi-&lt;/span&gt;leonard(tawag kay leo dahil sa makakapal nyang labi na naging trademark niya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fanny-&lt;/span&gt;arjay(dahil nga walang pinapaligtas, mapapansing lahat ay may katawagan..ito ay isa paring bunga ng pagtawag gamit ang pangalan ng mga magulang, fanny kasi ang palayaw ng tatay ni arjay kaya yun bumenta sa asaran ang tawag na ito..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;hindi lang mga lalaki ang nabigyan ng tinaguriang mga nicknames, moniker,  alyas oh kung anu mang tawag nila..anjang pati mga babae sa room namin nakatikim din ng pangaasar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-female-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lumot-&lt;/span&gt;cristine/avie(si glennbert ang tumawag nito kay bhe, lumot dahil ito ang kulay na favorite niya culur green..kung maaalala niyo ito ang dahilan ng laging paghahabulan ni bhe at glenn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usok-&lt;/span&gt;annalyn(ito ang naging tawag sa kanya dahil mahilig daw cyang mag-yosi, kumbaga sa sasakyan eh lumabag na sa republict act dahil sa smoke belching..trademark siya ng tropa nila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;violy-&lt;/span&gt;grachel(member pa rin ito ng PNA Parents Name Association..dahil ang name ng mother ni gek eh violeta, palayaw eh violy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bunek-&lt;/span&gt;kristine(nung una ang tawag namin kay kristine eh luciana dahil ka number niya yung new player ng brazil na si luciana..eh nung narinig nami na tinawag cyang bunek ng mga tiyahin niya eh naki bunek na din kami kahit di namin alam kung bakit..dahil ba sa bune,buni???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chibby-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;grace(dahil sa buhok nyang mala buhok ni chibby moon..animaterd daw kasi ang buhok nitong si grace..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pungay-&lt;/span&gt;alice(tawag dahil mapungay ang mga mata ni alice..tantalizing eyes ba..wala namang kasalanan ang mata idinamay pa..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kagatra-&lt;/span&gt;leizl(isa pa rin ito sa mga tawag na nakikiride-on lang ako kahit di ko alam kung bakit naging ganito ang tawag dito..kayo na magresearch kung bakit?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bakal-&lt;/span&gt;lexalyn/laxute(nagulat ang lahat ng pumasok si lexa isang araw ng 4th year days namin ng naka brace na..nagulantang ang lahat at dito na nagsimula ang moniker na bakal at dahil iyun sa braces niya..samantalang si minie may brace din eh hindi naman tinawag ng ganito..sino nga ga ang nagpauso nito??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trangkada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;janice(dahil tuwing pista ay napunta kami sa kanila, pero hindi pala ako nakakasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;alam nyo naman na taga tranka siya ang bundok ng tralala kaya ang naging bansag eh TRANGKA-da..gets???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mario-&lt;/span&gt;yeye(hahaha..kahit ang inyong lingkod ay hindi nakaligtas..ang isa pang member ng PNA na kung inyong ireresearch eh mali naman dahil di yan ang pangalan ng tatay ko..konti lng ang tumatawag sakin niyan, pag inaasar lng ba ako..si L.A at Mark lang ata natawag sakin nito sa pagkakaalala ko)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miguel-&lt;/span&gt;Marie kris/Maki(ito ang tunay na member ng PNA..yan kasi ang totoong name ng tatay ni maki..kahit corps commander hindi nakaligtas sa mga mokong)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pugo-&lt;/span&gt;sara(mabait ako kaya kasama siya,hehehe..nagsimula siyang tawagin sa ganito ng magpagupit cya ng hanggang leeg nya..ewan ko kung anung relasyon at bakit ito tawag a kanya..sisihin si rachel givs..love you tropa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bata-&lt;/span&gt;ivy(sa pila tuwing umaga at magpaflag-ceremony, c ivy ang laging nasa unahan ng pila, kung hindi cya late huh?..bata kasi maliit eh..parang baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gubat/givs-&lt;/span&gt;rachel(bakit givs oh gubat???marahil yun ang tanong niyo..dahil daw yun sa surname niyang mang-GUBAT..binigyan lng nila ng ibang version kaya naging givs..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ponja-&lt;/span&gt;margelyn(si Sir Remigia ang narinig kong tumatawag nito kay marge..kabaliktaran ito ng hapon..may pagka singkit kasi ang mata ni marge eh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crispin-&lt;/span&gt;jy(pati pla ang mga tahimik na tulad ni jy ay hindi nakaligtas..tinawag cyang ganito dahil member din cya ng PNA..hehehe..yun kasi ang pangalan ng father nya..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buwan-&lt;/span&gt;krystle/ytle(ang katawagang ito ay nagmula sa boyfriend ni ytle na tinatawag nilang buwan dahil sa hugis ng mukha ng buong pamilya nila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;befing/befs-&lt;/span&gt;ivy rose(tawag namin ito kay ivy nung grade 6 pa lng kami, dati nga beke pa eh..mejo may katabaan kasi ang pisngi nya na parang nagkaroon cya ng beke..kaya yun..nagevolve naging befs para sosy daw, hanggang nung hyskul nabitibit namin..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dito nagtatapos ang mga monikers..malas ang iba dahil sa magpahanggang ngayon eh yun parin ang nickname nila na kinagugulat ng mga college friends nila ngayon kung bakit yun daw ang tawag sa kanila..swerte pa kaming maituturing dahil nabigyan kami ng mga alyas..ibig sabihin pinapansin kami, kumpara sa iba na hindi nabigyan ng pagkakataong mabigyan ng pangalan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;yun ang isa sa nakakamiss na moment nung high school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expression of the Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sa iba't ibang paraan nagmula ang mga babanggitin kong mga ekspresyon..may nagmula sa isang pagkikita o marahil dala na rin ng pagkakataon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ito ay ilan lamang sa napakaraming mga ekspresyong lumitaw noong hyskul kami..syempre 4th year na lang naaalala ko dahil super na lost na sa memory bank ko ang mga iba pang ekspresyon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAYYYOOOODDDD!!!!-&lt;/span&gt;nabuo ito noong nagcheecheer kami para sa TPI fighting maroons noong 4th year.. Sa mga bakla ko ito narinig, baklang hindi naman namin kabatch oh kaskulmate..die hard supporters sila ng TPI..kilala nyo na siguro kung sino sila..basta nagspike na ang isa sa mga players at nahirapang habulin ng kalaban ang bola ay kaagad magsisigawan at babanggitin ang katagang ito, nakikisabay lang ako kahit di ko naman talaga alam kung anu nga ibig sabihin..pangaasar daw ito sa mga ibang school, ayun sa dictionaryo ng mga bading..pero kung maaalala ay asaran ang nagiging mitsa ng unhealthy relationship ng mga estudyante ng bawat schools..matatandaang naging laman ng mga pahayagan, ibig ko sabihin ng tsismisan, ang madalas na pag aaway ng mga estudyante iba't ibang schools (hindi naman dahil sa ekaspresyong ito,kundi dahil mayayabang cla)..Bale doon lang nagsimula at nagtapos rin ang katagang iyun..maikli pero may kasiyahang dala naman kahit panu dahil damang dama ko ang kaengotan naming mga kababaihan pati na ang pagiging feeling babaeng bading..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dyo's ko Rudy-&lt;/span&gt;hindi na bago ang ekspresyong ito..pero isinama ko na rin dahil sa napakatagal ng panahong ito'y ginagamit..madalas sabihin ito kung pagod na oh nahihirapan ka sa isang bagay..ang pagbigkas ay dapat mula sa puso yung tipong damang dama mo..ewan ko ba kung saang grupo ito nagmula.. natatawa na lng ako dahil pati si rudy eh idinadamay..sino nga ba cya??kawawang rudy dahil lagi siyang bukang bibig..naalala ko ito ang bukang bibig ni Ma'am Rosy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bastos, dududu daw-&lt;/span&gt;si mark bastos ang naringgan ko nito..sa pagkakaalam ko eh may pinagmulan ang salitang ito..isang senaryo na hindi ko malaman kung anu..si makmak lng ang alam kong may alam doon..basta kasi may masabi kang hindi maganda oh yung pangit sa pandinig nya..eh kaagad sasabihin niya ang "famous" line na ito..kung cya may famous line meron namang panagot agad sa kanya si jayson aso, yung kanya unfamous pero funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ang bastos ay buho-&lt;/span&gt;kung inyong maalala, ito kaagad ang isasagot ni jayson pag egsaktong sasabihin din ni mark ang linya nya..na utas na kaming lahat sa katatawa..dahil kung ang bastos daw ay buho ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bargas daw ay buhad,&lt;/span&gt;hahaha..pag talagang naaalala ko ito ay napaabung-halit na lng ako sa pagtawa na parang isang baliw..buwahhhhahahaa..ang saya kasing alalahanin eh..yung pag-sasagutan ng dalawa kasama na rin ang kabargasan ng mga bibig nila..walang kapares talaga..nakakamiss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naku wala na talaga akong masasabi pa sa mga klasmetys kong ito..kaya nga ba miss na miss ko na silang lahat eh..ewan ko ba kung bakit after ng graduation namin eh nagiba ng lahat..pero magkaganun pa naman alam kong hindi magbabago sa aming mga puso na kaming lahat ay nagsama-sama sa loob ng 4 na taon ng pag tigil namin sa TPI..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-326437129175945223?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/326437129175945223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=326437129175945223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/326437129175945223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/326437129175945223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-im-missing-about-my-highschool.html' title='What I&apos;m missing about my highschool friends'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-4621663122637282146</id><published>2007-09-25T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:28:57.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate that I love you</title><content type='html'>Days are passing without me texting you but its me finding the reason of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks of sleepless nights its you I'm thinking, don't know what should I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I'm seeing your number on my phone my heart beats faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to talk to you but I don't have the strength..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how will I open my heart and thoughts for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I should not talk to you anymore after the things that happened but a part of me wants to shout and cry for you to realize how much pain I'm feeling right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaming myself to keep loving you everyday eventhough I know you have someone else. maybe because I believe on what you've said that you love me, that even you have another girl it's still me you're thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid of me, still pretending I'm alright eventhough I am not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes It's my fault to expect much from you but didn't think of leaving something for myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming that you and me in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of this dreams went to a nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;Help!!! I wanna wake up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is really meant for what's going inside me right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t stand ya&lt;br /&gt;Must everything you do&lt;br /&gt;make me wanna smile&lt;br /&gt;Can I not like it for awhile&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you won’t let me&lt;br /&gt;You upset me girl&lt;br /&gt;then you kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I forget&lt;br /&gt;that I was upset&lt;br /&gt;Can’t remember what you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly what to do&lt;br /&gt;So that I can’t stay mad at you&lt;br /&gt;For too long, that’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I hate it&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly how to touch&lt;br /&gt;So that I don’t wanna fuss and fight no more&lt;br /&gt;So I despise that I adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand how much I need you (I need you)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;class id="NoSteal"&gt;&lt;/class&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you completely know the power that you have&lt;br /&gt;The only one that makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad and it’s not fair how you take advantage of the fact that I&lt;br /&gt;Love you beyond the reason why&lt;br /&gt;And it just ain’t right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days maybe your magic won’t affect me&lt;br /&gt;And your kiss won’t make me weak&lt;br /&gt;But no one in this world knows me the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;So you’ll probably always have a spell on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;How much I need you&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you sooo...&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so.. so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-4621663122637282146?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/4621663122637282146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=4621663122637282146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/4621663122637282146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/4621663122637282146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='Hate that I love you'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-5781405202788833983</id><published>2007-09-13T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:12:48.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering my High School days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ang style din ng paglalahad ko eh ala Bob Ong,naispire ako sa binasa kong book nya yung ABNKKBSNPLako?..na tumutukoy din sa pagaaral nya..sobrang ang saya basahin at talagang bumalik ang mga alaala ko nung high school ako..especially nung binanggit doon na may friend siya na ulo ang pangalan..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; basta enjoy na lng kayo..magcomment kayo huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.................................................XOXO-yeye.................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last night nagpost ako ng bulletin sa Friendster account ko, actually survey daw yun, entitled buhay high skul(pagaya tropang chel,huh?) kc natuwa ako nung nabasa ko yung post nya kaya ginaya ko...hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maraming questions talagang puro about sa High school..So naisipan kong gumawa ng blog about sa High School moments ko..Sarap kasing balikan ng nakaraan lalo at puro magaganda ang babalik mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st year -kilalanin ang mga bagong mukha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually wala akong masyadong maalalang mga pangyayari sakin nung year na ito, dahil mejo nagkaroon na ako ng memory gap ngayon..basta ang naaalala ko dito eh ang room namin eh parang kulungan kasi yung bintana rehas ang style..pangalawa sa dulo ang room ng section namin (1-Diamond na hindi pa uso ang paghihiwalay ng lalaki sa babae) tabi ng faculty room kaya mejo behave pa kami dahil bukod sa first year nga eh tabi nga ng room namin ang room ng mga guro namin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masaya pla ang High School",maraming activities na sobrang bago sa panlasa at maraming mga bagong kaibigan kaming nakilala..anjang may taga kanluran at silangan..Hilaga at Timog..at kung taga taga saang planeta pa..Cyempre sa unang araw, parang nakakahiya dahil makikipagkilala kayo sa isa't isa eh ni hindi mo nga kilala ang pagmumukha ng mga taong nasa harapan mo..okay lang dahil lahat naman kami eh ganun sa isa't isa..pero ng lumipas na ang mga araw eh okay na lahat, chika dito chika doon, mayroong nakaupo sa kulay green na basurahan (na laging hinihila ni kuya saryo paghapon para itapon,at hindi nya iniisip ang ingay na dulot nun pag-hinihila), mayrong sa upuan lng namin na kulay maroon (hindi pa kasi uso ang arm chair noon),o kaya nasa tapat lng ng binatana ng room namin na parang mga preso, hinihintay ang aming mga dalaw..sa buong taon ko sa 1st year,ganun lng ang pinagaatupag namin pag-vacant namin..masaya naman dahil parang getting to know each other narin yun eh..hindi na namin na papansin ang bonding na nabubuo, pero walang nagkadebelopan sa batch namin, merong pa-ilan ilan pero dahil mga isip bata pa nga parang puppy love lang lahat at bigla rin namang nawala..isa pang nga plang naaalala ko eh yung kami ang nagchampion noon sa dance contest ng acquaintance party namin, 1st time at sa batch pa namin nagstart na pinapaubaya na sa 1st year ang pagkakapanalo bilang welcome na rin,natalo namin ang 4th year na nagbuga ng apoy at nag-attempt na sunugin ang katawan pero hindi pinalad masunog (kung nanunuod ka dat time maaalala mo ang tinutukoy ko) ..masasabi kong masaya ang 1st year pero walang bagay na talagang tumatak sa isip ko, exept sa pakikipagbati ko kay arjay (na hindi ko nakaimikan nung mga times na yun) sa aking parang batang paraan..basta,naaalala ko yung moment pero hindi ko maexplain dahil nga ang corny na ang baduy pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit na nga walang especial na ngyari eh okay lang at least pasado lahat..tutal hindi naman mahirap yung year na iyun dahil puro basic at back to elementary ang tinuturo ng teachers..&lt;br /&gt;(sabay ang background na graduation song)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd year-nagkulang ata kami???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yipee, bago ulit ang lahat, bagong bag, notebook, papel, lapis, ballpen, wallet, sapatos, buhok, mukha, boses at kung anu anu pang bago..Buhok dahil bagong gupit, mukha na dating makinis eh naging tagihawat na na tinubuan ng mukha.. lalo na ang boses ng mga lalaki na dating cute noon eh nakakatakyut na sa laki..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang nabago sa samahan exept sa nawalan kami ng ibang kaklase..lumipat si Aron na nung 1st year ay honor student namin at c Kaselyn na achiever naman ata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nabawasan man kami ng bilang eh hindi naman nabawasan ang samahan dahil kahit malayo na sina Aron at Kaselyn samin eh ngkikita parin cla ng mga klasmeyts naming inilalaban sa mga dayuhan at cyempre nagkakachikahan parin tungkol sa x+y, 2x chuva,na tanging ang mga berdeng utak tulad nina Maki, Lexa, Grace at Alice ang nakakaintindi....sa pagkakaalala ko nitong year na ito walang transferry oh napadagdag galing sa ibang section..naka-focus din ang lahat sa pagaaral ng mabuti para a malawakang preparasyon sa darating na taon dahil 3rd year na kami at magiging trainees na kami,kailangang mameet mo yung requirements ni Sir Motil..nanjang wala pang training eh kung anu anu ng mga banta (salamat at hindi death threats ang natatanggap) mula sa mga 3rd year dahil ayon sa kanila eh makakatikim daw ang batch namin..hindi naman kami natinag at ginawa ang lahat ng makakaya..nabalitaan din namin na mahirap ang dinanas ng mga nasa upper year namin sa kamay ng mga officers nung time na yun kaya naman todo ang pagbabanta nila sa amin,.kami naman inenjoy na lang ang buhay..dito ata sa year na ito nagsimula ang routine namin ng paglakad tuwing uwian, instant exercise, hindi namamasahe, hughog ang taba kung meron man at lalo na ang excitement ng pagdaan ng tulay dahil sa pagaabang ng mga truck at mixer na dadaan dahil tuwang tuwa kaming kumakalog ang tulay pagdumadaan ang mga malalaking sasakyang ito..yun ang highlights ng paglalakad namin, ang saya para kaming mga bata..paguwian lang ito nagaganap kaya umuuwi kami sa aming mga tahanan na may mga ngiti sa mukha dahil lang sa mga kaengotang pinagaatupag namin..naalala ko na noon eh laging hiwalay ang section namin sa iba pang section, at ang lagi lang namin katabi eh ang room ng tropa naming cna jun,val at marami pang iba na sa dami eh hindi na mabanggit..sa buong taon namin sa high school laging kami ang magkadikit ng room, nung 1st year lang ata hindi??(hindi ko lng maalala,another memory gap ito)..sa larangan ng acquaintance eh hindi kami nanalo, kulang sa pondo noon ang section namin at hindi abot ng pondo ang maganda pa sanang sayaw na naiprepara namin..at dito na rin ata nagsimula ang aming mga "pakasam" after ng exam at mga activities..pati ang inuman sa silangan at sa kanluran (sa madaling salita inuman dito inuman doon,pero hindi ako kasali sila lang)..at dahil dito eh madalas ang pagpunta ng iba kong klasmeyts sa office para sa breifing kung "deal or no deal" pa cla sa pagaaral..na ang ginaagawa naman ng mga klasmeyts ko sa napakahabang breifing at homilia ni Ma'am Atienza eh pasok na lang sa kanang tenga at labas naman sa kabila..ayos!! hindi sila na suspendido,malakas ang mga magulang eh, at pusong monay naman c Sir Marqueses.. ito lng ang isa sa napakaraming kabulastugang pinaggagawa ng Batch namin na talagang tumatak sakin nungyear na ito..nakaranas din kaming maglinis at magpaganda ng room namin dahil sa mga bisita "kuno", floowax dito decoration doon, para ngang elementary..nanjang babasain pa ang sahig para mawala ang gabok..tapos maghihintay hanggang sa matuyo, masaya dahil laging takas sa gawing bahay (pero hindi nakatakas sa bakas ng floorwax sa damit oh pantalon)..ewan ko ba ga kung anong bertud ang meron sa mga Schools kahit noong Elementary pa ako, na kahit anung tamad ng estudyante eh sumisipag pag nasa mga schools na nila at kasama ang kanilang mga guro..ang pinakapaborito ko eh ang mga activities pag magpapasko na..may pabinggo, at anjan ang mga palaro na ang panalo ay magkakamit ng tumataginting na 3 piraso ng coke,sprite,royal na 1.5..masaya nga ito dahil pag uwi nyo sa inyo eh tuwang tuwa ang nanay at tatay nyo at may iinumin na kayo para sa hapunan..ilang beses na ako nagkamit ng ganitong pabuya at sadya namang "buhay na ng bawat pamilyang Pilipino ang Coke" (nagadvertise pa eh)..kasi si Ma'amTangguilig na Administrator sa School namin eh isang dealer ng Coke kaya namang pag may okasyon eh umuulan ng pag hindi 1.5 eh lata latang coke na minsan ng tumama sa ulo ko e di bukol..tsk tsk..Talk of the section din namin noong year na yun ang *Nsync..sobrang popular na banda nung mga panahong iyun..noon lang namin narealise na may mga pagkakapareho pala kami nina Rachel,April,Ivy Rose pagdating sa taste ng mga banda..at doon nagsimula ang mas malalim na bonding (thank you kay Lance, Justin, JC, Joey at Chris),nanjang kinikilig pag nakikita sa mga kilalalang music magazines at naririnig ang kantang This I promise you at makikita ko ang crush kong si Lance na naka-eye glasses pa na nagduduwariwap kasama ng iba sa music video ng nasabing kanta (ang pogi kong crush, mantakan mong nagladlad kamakailan lang)..memorable din sakin cna Leonard (na Leo  ang nickname, lalaking lalake), Archie (na ng maglaoy tinawag na Ding) at si Jay Em (Jose Marie na tinawag namang ulo dahil malaki daw ang ulo niya,peace JM) dahil cla ang mga kaklase naming naging myembro na ng 3rd sex (gay/lesbian society, pink population at kung anu pang tawag sa kanila..nung naging trainees kami noong 3rd year na eh tinawag din silang tatlo na charlie's angels) ng panahong yun, sa madali't sabi nagladlad na ang mga bruha....noong 1st year ko pa sila napapansin pero nung year na ito na naging hayagan..at ang mga kalalakihan namin ay  nalagas samantalang ang girls biglang dumami, presto at instant na instant diba??..Adviser namin ng time na ito si Ma'am Fem Barba,wala namang kabulastugang itinawag ang mga klasmeyts ko sa kanya..Wow naka 2 years na pla ako sa aking kinekwento..sa 2 years na ito eh 2years din akong naging room secretary namin, meaning simula 1st year at 2nd year ako ay uuwing may dalang notebook ng isa sa klasmeyt ko para kopyahin dahil hindi ko nga nakopya ang mga isinulat ko..nagkaroon ng maraming kalyo ang kanang daliri ko dahil dito..salamat sa masisipag kong guro na patuloy na nagpasulat sakin sa kabila ng lakas naman ng katawan nila para magsulat..&lt;br /&gt;(yipee, magiging trainees na...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd year - mga dakilang alipin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Huwwwwattt???kailangan ng ganyang grade para makapasok sa pagiging trainee",yan ang tanong ko sa isa kong kaklase noon..below average lang utak ko (hindi naman ako bobo) kaya hindi ko naabot ang grade requirements ng pagiging trainee..pero dahil nakita nila na marami kaming pursigido eh nagconduct na lang ng examination.."oi, may pag-asa pa"..photocopy dito, tickler doon..kailangang sauluhin ang mga batas, SOP (standard operating procedure hindi sobrang ok pare huh?) at kung anu anu pang mga kachuvahan ng Lolo Motil nyo..pero sabi nga face the consequences, kung nagaral ng mabuti noon pa edi sana eh trainee na ako kaagad..masaya dahil bukod sa section namin eh marami pang nag-audition mula sa ibang section (anu yun PBB, at may audition)..nakapila kasi kaming lahat ng magtetake ng exam sa labas ng rooms ng 3rd year..bawal ang may kodigo kaya hindi ligtas na magsulat ka ng mga sinaulo mo sa palad oh kaya ay sa binti (na madalas ginagawa nina mark)..malaking agaw eksena ka pag nahuli ka ni Lolo Motil..kaya talagang mahigpit..nagkataon na may drill noon ang mga magiging officers namin kaya si Lolo eh palipat lipat ng istasyon sa drill at sa exam..pinabantayan nya kami noon kay Sir Adju (Papa Gilbert) at kay Sir Hapon..at dahil sila ay may mga magagandang kalooban tinuruan nila kami ng mga isasagot namin..di katulad ng Corpse Commander nilang si Sir Dementor (Janpol) demented ka talaga (kung kasali ka sa mga taong tinawag cyang ganito,myembro karin ng mga asar sa kanya)..mabait daw ang tabachoy na ito, pero sa tingin naming lahat na asar sa pagiging arogante nya eh isa siya monster..(peace janpol) malalaman nyo kung bkit ganito na lng ang galit namin sa kanya sa pagpapatuloy ng aking kwento..Nang mairelease na ang exam na nabanggit ay nalaman na namin ang mga nakapasa at pasa---lamat dahil di makakatikim ng parusa..laking tuwa ko dahil sa awa ng Panginoong Lord eh nakapasa ako..pasalamat ako sa mga nagpahiram ng mga tickler nila at nagpakopya na rin.."trainee na ako" (wahahahahaha)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na ang katuparan ng lahat (buwahahahaha:na ayon kay kuya jeff eh tawang nakakaloko at naaning na)..Ito na rin ang simula ng pagpapabili ng kung anu-ano ng mga officers namin..anjang magtataka ka at nagpapabili ng kung poster..basta may usong cartoon series noon, at  gusto nila ang magkaroon ng poster nga ng nasabing cartoon (ang mga tinamaan ng lintik bumalik sa pagkabata, dinaig pa yung pinsan kong grade 1)..nanjan din na pati pagbili sa canteen namin eh iuutos pa sa amin eh kung tutuusin mas malapit pa ang room nila sa room namin,na may ilang metro pa ang layo sa canteen kumpara sa kanila na ilang dipa la mang..ang mga kuribaw ginawa talaga ang asal..at ito pa, pag naguutos hindi nagbibigay ng pera na pambili (anu sila may patago)..naranasan din naming maglinis ng room nila na dapat ay sila ang gumagawa..floorwax kabi kabila,takot naman sila pag nalamang parating na yung teacher nila dahil baka makita kaming mga cleaners eh malalagot sila..wala kasi sa patakaran na pati trainees eh maglilinis ng room ng may room..kaya dapat sa pagpitik ng daliri nila wala na kami sa room nila..para kaming mga na-hypnotize ng mga walang awang officers namin..kasama sa mga pahirap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(na kung tawagin namin ay ang death threats na hindi naman nakakamatay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; na sinasabi nila noong 2nd year  pa lang kami ay ang pagcoconcert ng ilan sa amin (kahit may boses ako hindi ko naranasang kumanta sa harapan nila)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;kanta dito, awit doon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;kulang na lang accompaniment at isa na talaga itong malawakang concert for a cause, para hindi ka mapahirapan masyado sa drilling exercises dahil ika'y masunurin (kunwari lang yun, inuuto lang kami)..During our drills, gumugising kami ng 5am ng umaga para maaga kaming makarating ng school..yung iba mas maaga pa dito dahil sa mga kanluranin at silanganan pa sila nagmula..pag nalate ka siguradong tepok ka,para kang lamok at langaw na mag iikot sa buong paaralan bilang parusa..naranasan ko na ito ng isang beses at dahil ayaw ko ng maging parang mga langaw at lamok, pinili kong gumising ng maaga kahit labag sa mata kong namumungay mungay pa para lang hindi na ako malate sa mga exercises namin at baka maparusahan pa..hindi lang kami nagdidrill sa umaga dahil pati sa hapon nagdidrill din kami..masayang magdrill kasi enjoy pero mahirap dahil talagang bibigay ang katawan mo dahil ang mga magagaling naming officers ay papaiskwatin ka ng ilang minuto, na halos bumigay na ang tuhod mo pag katapos..galit na galit kaming lahat noon sa kanila, kala mo kung sinong mga hari at reyna..lalo na kay dementor(hari ng mga tabachoy) siya kasi ang pinuno ng lahat, sa kanya magpapaalam ang mga tauhan nya para gumawa ng mga karahasan sa amin.. ang isa pa eh yung pinagawa ni Mark Neil na nakasakit sa iba kong trainees (lalaki at lalakuwe)..nakapila kaming lahat, yung pila ng isang squadron, straight body, tiger look..tapos iniutos ni MN na dibdiban daw yung katabi namin..syempre dahil under kami ng hypnosis eh sumusunod kami, na habang lumalayo ang dibdibang dagukan mas lalong naging intense ang mga pangyayari..sa ika-limang tao mula sa guide ng pila nagsimula ang mas marubdob at masakit na dagok (tiningnan kasi ni MN at dementor yung ika-limang tao sa pila, at dahil sa takot eh mas nilakasan nito ang dagok sa kanyang katabi)..nakita yun ng mga ibang officer tulad ng childhood buddy ko na si Ysel kaya agad nya itong sinita (presto ligtas kaming mga kasunod sa dibdiban session..weeewww..buti na lang!!!)..ilan lamang ito sa maraming mga nangyari sa batch namin sa kamay ng mga mapang-aliping mga dayuhan (este officers pala)..at dahil sa pangaaalipustang nangyari ay lumabas ang damdaming Rizal at Bonifacio ng ilan sa aking mga kasamahan, at nagkaroon ng himagsikan (nalalayo na ako ah)..ang nauna eh c Mr. Martinez (cya pala ang pinapabili ng poster)..nagpabili cya sa nanay nya ng nasabing poster at dahil sa sobrang pagtataka at pati nga naman poster eh pinapoproject na inaakalang pinaguutos ng isa sa mga guro namin ay kaagad tumawag si Mrs. Martinez sa administration para itanong..napag alaman ang katotohanang isa ito sa mga walang kwentang pakana ng mga officers namin..napagsabihan sila dahil dito pero kaming mga trainees ang natimbog dahil napasama sila sa mga teachers at dahil nga doon eh pinagbawal ang contact ng trainee at officer pwera sa drills..kaya tuwing drill nakkaranas kami ng duck walk mula sa room namin hanggang sa field kung saan ngyayari ang mga karumaldumal na pagpapahirap tulad ng pumpings na umaabot ng ilang bilang(talagang sira ang mga pula ng mga officers namin kaya nila ito nagawa) at kung anu-ano pa..dahilan sa mga pangaalipusta sa amin iba naman ang ginawa ni Mr. Sanggalang, hindi na sa nanay nya nagmula kundi sa kanya na mismo, ang bro. ko nagsumbong kay Ma'am Ambro at Ma'am Tanguilig..kaming lahat ay muling natimbog sa drills..hindi ko nagustuhan ang mga nangyayari kaya gumawa ako ng paraan para ito'y matigil, to think na kabatch ko ang makakasagupa ko..(hindi ko na ikukwento dahil ayaw ko na maalala,tska talagang may memory gap na ako)..muntik ng mawalan ng trainees dahil dito..pero dahil marami ang tutol kasama na kami eh ipinagpatuloy parin namin sa kabila ng pagpapahirap sa amin di lang ng officers namin kundi ng amin ding Lolo Motil (commander namin)..maraming nagkasiraan..sa madaling salita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nagulo ang lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, ngunit nalampasan namin ang unos (naging Maalaala mo na kaya ang kwento ko ah, seryoso)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang sa training umiikot ang mundo ko noon, anjan nagkaproblema rin halos kaming lahat tungkol sa mga malalapit na kaibigan namin, nagkaroon ng di pagkakaunawaan..mababaw, di madukal na kadahilanan, marubdubing pangyayari..sa kabila ng lahat *Nsync parin ang paboritong banda namin (ang gulo noh)..hindi ko na ilalahad yung kwento dahil mahaba na itong year na ito (tropang chel, i love you,hehehe, utang ko sayo ang mga masasayang araw ko sa year na ito)..Sa kabuuan ng paghihirap masaya ako dahil inanounce na Wing Adjutant ako first time sa History ng TPI na magkaroon ng Adju na babae, exciting mag-troting (tama ga spelling?)..&lt;br /&gt;(sabay ang awit ng pamela one, pame mela mela one..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th year - Graduating na!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maligaya kaming lahat dahil last year na namin ito, pero malungkot din kasi mamimiss namin ang mga masasayang araw namin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbago kami ng Commander sa katauhan ni Gammy bears (Sir Gamol)..siya yung nagturo samin ng sayaw namin nung graduation ng CAT..Iba iba ang mga naranasan namin sa taong ito sa larangan ng drills, mas madali kumpara kay Sir Motil, kaso boring dahil wala kami ginagawa masyado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/RvN6yiZoxQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a4-0HvFrU84/s1600-h/89843046256l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/RvN6yiZoxQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a4-0HvFrU84/s320/89843046256l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112565010642027778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Favorite ko rin ang district athletic meet, ang sarap isigaw ng linyang "GO TPI, GO, GO, TPI GO"..gusto kong nagiimbento ng cheer para sa mga crushes ko sa kung saan saang team..apat na taon ko itong ginawa, consistent diba?..sabi nga ng teachers namin para daw kaming pinuputulan ng t*****l kung kami'y makairit..(aba ikaw na ang makasilay,naman!!) nakasama rin kami sa kung saan pang mga pagdayo ng mga laro, nakatulong kami ng mga teachers (takas kami sa Physics ni Sir Cabral at Geometry ni Pipino)..masaya dahil marami akong nakilalang kaibigan..dito ko rin nkita ang textmate ko na player (dala pa sa pagdayo ang katalandian..tsk tsk)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag exam ang pinakamalupit sa lahat..hindi kami masyadong nahihirapang magsaulo ng mga sagot pati ng mga formula, kanya kanya na kasing gawa ng kodigo at gayun din ang pagpasok namin ng maaga para humingi ng leakage sa mga nagexam ng pang umaga, panghapon kasi ako, kaya viola!! may isasagot na kami kahit di nagaral..pangangahoy ang tawag doon ng mga guro namin na nagiging sanhi rin ng gulo sa pagitan ng mga teachers at honor students na pang umaga..hindi lang kasi sa amin nakakarating ang mga sagot kasi nakaabot din yun sa ibang section..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ang maganda sa 4th year lahat ng room ng sections magkakatabi, syempre rehas parin kaya madaling magpasahan ng sagot..kami St. William sa una tabi ng hagdan, sumunod sina tropang jun na naman (St. Paul), sa kaliwa namin..pangatlo mula samin eh ang room nina Kuya Johnlo ko (St. Joseph), at kalos dito galing ang mga iba kong tropa, sumunod ang room ng ex-SF ko sina Lester (St. Jude) tapos katabi na ng Library ang room nina Luisa, na pinsan ko (St.Anthony)..masaya kasama ang mga ibang section na ito..ang gulo namin pag nasa labas kaming lahat at vacant..pag-vacant kasi andoon kami sa tapat ng room namin sa may damuhan, dala ko yung gitara ko..pinakapaboritong tugtugin ko eh ang request ni Maki na Minsan (yun yung kanta ng batch nina dementor nung graduation nila) ng E-heads..pero hindi namin nakakasama yung iba pa, ang tintukoy ko eh yung mga taga- St.Paul..dito rin lumabas ang taka ng mga klasmeyts ko, tinawag kasi sa kung anu anung alyas ang mga guro namin, una eh si Sir Crispino na tinawag na si piggy goat (yun nga ga?), si Ma'am Rosalina na si pakumbs (dahil sa buhok), si Sir Remigia na si Kupya (dahil matikas ang pagbigkas sa letter o), si Ma'am Marife na si "You're getting more worser" (phrase na sinabi niya na mali naman,to think na English teacher siya)..ito na lang ang naaalala kong tawag namin noon sa mga guro namin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambayan din namin ang Library, ang lugar para sa mga matatalino (nandito ako pero hindi naman ako matalino)..ginagawa lang naming tambayan ito ng mga barkada ko sa ibang sections dito ko nakilala sina SF at Kuya eh..dito ako pumupunta pag badtrip sa room namin at mainit..mababait kasi kasama ang mga ito kaya okay sila..Minsan isinasama nila ako sa Canteen para ilibre, o kaya minsan ako ang nanlilibre para fair..gusto naming kainin ang Stork na ayon sa aking pag aaral eh ang "candy na nakakabaog"..ewan ko kung totoo ito pero kahit naniniwala ako eh kumakain parin ako dahil na adik na kami..basta magkikita kami ng mga tropa kong ito stork agad ang itinatanong namin sa isa't isa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamatay din sa School namin ang Vandalism..pag hindi sa upuan na naging arm chair na eh doon sa kasulok sulukang parte ng C.R ng babae na puro kaaartehan lang ang nakalagay (sa loob ng 4 na taon, ito ang nagiging dahilan ng sampalan,sabunutan at talakan ng mga girls sa campus)..madalas ring kaming magdagdag ng nakasulat sa pinto ng CR pero minimal lng yun, at unrecognizable pa..pero masaya ang experience nang-aaway sa pamamagitan ng pinto ng CR (unique yun diba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging President ako ng section namin sa taong ito, at napagkasunduan ng mga Faculty na ako na ang appointed na Student Council President..pasaway naman ako..pinaka nakakahiyang pangyayari eh ng mag-flag ceremony ang lahat ng late (na-late ako nun eh, minalas di umabot sa bell)..naiwan ang lahat ng late sa field para mag-flag ceremony ng sarili namin..bilang isa sa mga pasimuno ng late ako ang pinag-panatang makabayan (nakakapangliit yun talaga)..tawa lang ako ng tawa after noon kaya inulit ko ulit, este hindi ko na pla ulit inulit..dahil mga pasaway kaming lahat wala kaming naging mga J.S Promenade at recollection..pero nagkaroon kami ng field trip.. at ang destinasyon "DOST","Meralco" at "Star City"..Ang saya, gala kami ng gala tapos sakay sa mga rides..boring yung pinuntahang una kaya dito kami sa katapusan bumawi..nabasa ang palda ko dahil sa rio grande kami sumakay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami pang nangyari pero dahil magiging boring na ang lahat eh marapat lamang na putulin ko na lng hanggang dito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muli ko na namang narinig umalingawngaw ang tunog ng graduation march..sa wakas nakatapos na rin kami..apat na taong puno ng kaalaman, kalolokohan at kabubulastugan..natapos na rin doon ang mga pakasam pagkatapos ng drill o exams at paglalakad namin galing eskuwelahan para abangan ang truck sa tulay..Masasabi kong naenjoy ko ang lahat ng year na ito, naranasan ang pagluha dahil sa maraming mga pangyayari, pagtawa sa simpleng mga bagay, magmahal sa maling tao, ibigin ka ng hindi mo naman mahal (marama ba?), pakikipag kaibigan sa hindi lang isang grupo ng tao at higit sa lahat ang kilalanin ang mga totoong tao sa aking buhay..maaring bata pa ako nga mga taong ito, pero naging malawak na ang pang unawa ko sa mga bagay sa paligid ko kaya malaking tulong ang apat na taon ko sa high school para sa paghubog ng mas matured na yeye physically, mentally at emotionally dahil lalo akong naging makulit, lalong lumakas ang taka, madaldal at naging praning narin..salamat sa mga kaklase kong hanggang ngayon ay di nakakalimot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sana mabalikan ko ang eskwelahan namin na puno ng mga ala ala ng Batch namin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang mga KAbataang may LAkas Sipag At Galing -KALASAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-5781405202788833983?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/5781405202788833983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=5781405202788833983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/5781405202788833983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/5781405202788833983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2007/09/remembering-my-high-school-days.html' title='Remembering my High School days...'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMBeOiEMITA/RvN6yiZoxQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/a4-0HvFrU84/s72-c/89843046256l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-3361247158920955346</id><published>2007-09-09T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:08:38.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when will it be me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sept.10,2007 (9:48 am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lat Saturday, umuwi si Camille from Manila.. Yun ang uwi nya na dinalaw ulit nya ako after magpasukan..syempre kwentuhan..actually wala maxado napagkwentuhan eh.. ayaw na cguro maisip pa yung mga nangyari sa kanya, bout danah, mark, angelo and her studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lng kaming ginawa kundi nanood ng TV at naghintay na maggabi.. tapos yun na, uwi na rin.. sisimba kc ako noon so konting oras lng kami ngkausap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiningnan ko yung phone nya, dahil yun lng naman hilig ko kutkutin sa gamit nun, pag hindi IPod eh yung Phone.. so nakita ko mga pictures and videos nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a video, yung gumawa mukhang fanatic ng harry like me.. na ang gusto nilang mag end up together eh c harry at hermoine..clips from Movie 1-5 yung featured..plus yung background na music eh ang ganda...sabi ko ganda naman nito..sinulat nya yung title tapos umalis na kami kc mga 7:45pm na yun..eh maglalakad pa puntang simbahan..hindi na kami nagkasabay kc umuwi pa cya..&lt;br /&gt;so yun..&lt;br /&gt;pag uwi ko sinearch ko yung song..plus the lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;grabe naappreciate ko talaga..sobra kc akong napapaisip eh...&lt;br /&gt;tama yung song, when will it be me??..&lt;br /&gt;para kcng sobrang hindi ko pa time eh, kc hindi pa dumadating yung right guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the couple are walkin` by&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I&lt;br /&gt;Don`t wanna be alone today&lt;br /&gt;So glad no one can see what I hide&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to be&lt;br /&gt;The girl who never gets the right guy&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;When there`s so much I`ve got to give&lt;br /&gt;I wake up reaching out in the night&lt;br /&gt;Ready to hold him tight&lt;br /&gt;`Til I realize&lt;br /&gt;That nobody is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it be me?&lt;br /&gt;When will I be the one&lt;br /&gt;Somebody`s dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;When`s it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;When will I find my heart&lt;br /&gt;Lyin` inside the arms&lt;br /&gt;That never let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`d really like to know&lt;br /&gt;When will it be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends seem to have all the love&lt;br /&gt;(Feels like love.)&lt;br /&gt;Knocks on their door and walks right in&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am worthy of what I`ve been wishing for&lt;br /&gt;I can`t wait no more&lt;br /&gt;Love`s nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling his tender touch&lt;br /&gt;(Lying in his arms.)&lt;br /&gt;Talkin` bout forever together&lt;br /&gt;Givin` him all of my love&lt;br /&gt;That`s been trying to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don`t wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;I`m telling you what I need&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who loves me for me&lt;br /&gt;And when will it be?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;When will it be me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-3361247158920955346?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/3361247158920955346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=3361247158920955346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/3361247158920955346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/3361247158920955346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-will-it-be-me.html' title='when will it be me?'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-6293755936756660890</id><published>2007-09-05T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:41:24.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe out of tune</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:11:10pm (April 29,2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering yourself to be okay after what had happenned is the hardest thing I'm facing right now..Including the lost of self donfidence because I'm seeing myself like this really different from I was before..&lt;br /&gt;For my relatives and friends, being batch kalasag's student council president and PMT's adjutant is a high adchievement i got so far..but for myself, singing with my co-choir members and praising God through our music is the greatest achievement I can be proud of..&lt;br /&gt;But since June 26th last year, everything has change..thankful for being alive but a bit upset for I cannot do the things I'm doing before..Sad but, as I've said into my other blog "I must accept the reality",I shoul dcontinue life for God has a different plan for me...&lt;br /&gt;Singing is one of my interests before..Seeing myself holding the mic and singing in our videoke is one of the moments lingering on my mind everytime I saw a friend or a neighbor singing..I missed myself doing those things, but all I have to do is just to accept that my voice won't back anymore..&lt;br /&gt;A have a very bad feeling everytime I'm singing with my co-choir members..coz i feel that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pampadagdag lang ako sa kanila at hindi naman ako nakakatulong"&lt;/span&gt; plus the fact that I might ruin their wonderful sound,coz I'm considering myself&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "sintunado"...&lt;/span&gt;those words always run into my head..but last night when we have a choir practice for the upcoming concert..and we're like 20 persons..with only limited numbers of soprano singing..I heard myself singing the  notes..not the right ones maybe, but the beautiful thing is I can sing, even I have a very small voice pa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ipit"&lt;/span&gt;...It's nice to see yourself improving especially in terms of what you're doing the most..&lt;br /&gt;I can say that reading the books my friends gave me is one of the reason why I'm not crying every night..reading my books especially the bible make me whole again..&lt;br /&gt;What a day it was..:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-6293755936756660890?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/6293755936756660890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=6293755936756660890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/6293755936756660890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/6293755936756660890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2007/09/maybe-out-of-tune.html' title='maybe out of tune'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108224921062381232.post-8436252409639311022</id><published>2007-09-05T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:16:37.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 24,2007 2:29pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Sometimes you have to fall from the mountain to realize what you are climbing for. OBSTACLES ARE PUT IN OUR WAY TO SEE IF WHAT WE WANT IS REALLY WORTH FIGHTING FOR. From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I survived&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the past few months of struggle and difficulty, now i'm still here, being the same "me" that i was before.. Full of courage, hope, dreams and faith in God that every single thing that happened is happening according to his plans.. Thinking those moments from last year, is like a fresh morning breeze,flashing into my memory.. I can say that I'm already into it..  But hey,  it's not just like that.. Hard i can say but getting harder whenever i thought and cried about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,now i wrote this up to express my thoughts of dealing with my own fate after a year.. Being the strong person as i can be is the most wonderful thing i'm keeping in my pocket right now as i walk in the path of  what God has provided me.. Every inspirational books and text qoutes I've read keeps me more confident and strong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much thankful because in this i learned the real meaning of deep faith,forgiving and acceptance.. Bible became my haven for the past months, reading it and reflecting from it is a major factor in this journey, for without God and his gospels how can I make it through the storms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best thing that we can do is to live our life to the fullest for we don't know what will happened in the next 24 hours.. So be the person that we wanted to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end up this blog with a text quote from a friend that says:&lt;br /&gt;"How we deal with life is really a matter of personal choice, so choose to be happy. Find joy in the simplest things and see beauty in each person you meet. When times are difficult, remind yourself that no pain comes to you without a purpose.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1108224921062381232-8436252409639311022?l=yelann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/feeds/8436252409639311022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1108224921062381232&amp;postID=8436252409639311022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/8436252409639311022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1108224921062381232/posts/default/8436252409639311022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yelann.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-year.html' title='it&apos;s been a year'/><author><name>yeye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09230080447083231555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
