<?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-1304965847773014745</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:56:27.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Insane World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-1083559068291561368</id><published>2009-10-31T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:48:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(I don't know why that's the post title. It's the first title that came into my mind. HAHA) It's finally our sembreak! :D sweet &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Freeeeeedom!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well anyway, our classes resume on the Fourth of November. Intramurals on the seventh. It's a Saturday though. T.T Ha-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And before I&amp;nbsp;forget,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ot was kind of fun practicing for the Intrams. Funny thing is, I'm one of the players in Basketball. HAHA! Like I can shoot and lay-up. Really, I don't know how to. And the practice thing? We just tried to learn how to shoot in the &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT &lt;/strong&gt;way. :)) And yeah. That's just about it. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We waited for Louie Ann. Slowpoke! :)) Sarah Lyn and I laughed a lot today...again. We laughed then played. And I don't know why, but I couldn't shoot anything when people look. My elbow joint on my right hurt like it is sprained. And I feel... woozy. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Getting the ball from the Fourth Years was not a problem for SLY. As for me and Louie Ann? Gosh. &lt;strong&gt;EMBARRASSING. &lt;/strong&gt;Shy, I was. It was hard to, because, I don't know. I think I shouldn't be, 'cause some of them&amp;nbsp;are people I know. I know, I'm just really weird. At least the one I'm getting the ball from&amp;nbsp;looked&amp;nbsp;friendly and he smiled. Haha! It was nice to see them play. Intense. They know what they are doing. Me? What the heck. I don't even know all the rules. I only know the travelling, double and foul thing. When you hit other players. And yeah, the outside thing.(Of course! HAHA).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;SLY and I got bored. We went to the boys' CR. Hey, we were curious about what's it like to be in there. The sticker there was weird. It has a picture of a guy in black tux, and with chinese characters. (I have no idea what it means.) And the CR stinks! HAHA. Smells like pee. I think they do flush after peeing, there are working flushes. There's an exhause fan. Oh well. It needs Lysol or something. Muriatic acid. It's actually like the girls' CR. Theirs is better. They have flushes, we don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;After going to The John, we went backstage... to the music thing room, where the music and microphones are operated. It was locked, but the window, yes, the sliding window is open. I don't know what came into my mind. I grabbed the wooden gun thing, the one they use in C.A.T. and poked the lock. HAHAHA. Teejay saw us and said, "Hoy, ano ginagawa niyo diyan?". So I said, "Wala lang. Binubuksan yung pinto." Sarah said, "Tinitignan namin kung puwede na kami maging magnanakaw." Then Teejay replied, "Sira ulo. Akin na nga" then he poked the lock, too! HAHAHA! Then it opened. He left. Then SLY and I tried to close it. Well, we did. And we laughed at our craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Then we tried to jump from the stage to the ground. It's at the same level as my chest, so it is approximately Four Feet and some inches high. I yelped while jumping. HAHA. After jumping, we tried to climb it without using the stairs. I know. It's crazy. AND it's painful. But it made me laugh at my foolishness. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;So, I'm currently eating Stick-O while typing this and chatting with Monina. (She made me remember some of her pictures that I took. The ones that I can't stop laughing at. PEACE. HAHAHA!) Yuuum! Want some? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-1083559068291561368?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/1083559068291561368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-or-not-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/1083559068291561368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/1083559068291561368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be?'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-2093094545854312779</id><published>2009-09-28T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:17:57.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure. :D</title><content type='html'>It's an adventure to go to Sir Edgar's house. I lab it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maputik sobra, pero enjoy. Umuwi muna ako para kumain at magbihis. Eh yun. Maputik daw, which means "bawal ang sapatos" haha. Eh wala akong sandals or slippers. Yes, I don't own a pair of slippers. Bumili muna kami ni Peichen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pus pag dating namin school, yun, sakay na! haha. Nagulat ako nakita ko si Tinie. Hindi kasi siya masyado sumasama. 'Pos dun kami sa kotse ni Matthew. Sa likod katabi ko si Jess, at katapat namin sila Nigel at Peich. O di baon mangga na naman. Si Steve isang banyerang pagkain, puro junk pa.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nakahabol si Wei, Diana at Rona, kaya kasama na rin sila. Tapos on our way, as usual, bangag mode. Haha!  Una, napagtripan namin si Manong (yung lalaking nagmomotor na cool yung shades), tapos sumunod ayan na! Sina hhhm at hmmm. Pinasakay namin si Elaekka at Erika. haha iniwan namin sila naglalakad. Tapos paparazzi naman kami ni Nigel, picture-an namin na stolen. haha tapos nakadating na kami sa Edgar's Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung Edgar's way, very muddy. Yung pinaka una nakakatakot yung bamboo na ladder. Tae. Parang mahuhulog ka. :)) kasunod yung bamboo bridge, masnakakatakot. Parang mawawasak pag ako dumaan. HAHA! Tapos andiyan na yung maputik. Akala ko yung basa lang, yun pala yung malambot. Yung didikit yung tsinelas pag tinapak mo. haha. Tapos naglakad-lakad na kami papunta sa kanila. Ewan ko kung bakit ako nageenjoy. Parang nasa mountain! haha mapapaisip ka talaga kung paano nakakarating ng school si Sir ng malinis. Tapos nakarating na kami ng bahay ni sir. Hugas ng paa sa yung may pump. Poso ba tawag dun? Tapos nakita ako ni sir, ang una niyang nasabi ay, "Oh Marge, ano?...." nalimutan ko na pala.haha Basta parang tungkol yun sa daan. Tapos baliktad pa yung damit ni Sir. HAHA. Tapos sumunod na dumating na sila Karol, sobrang putik ng paa nila. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos yun, may food at juice! haha sarap. xD Tapos pumunta kami sa loob, tinignan namin yung father ni Sir Edgar. Natatakot ako nung una tumingin, ewan ko kung bakit. Pangalawang time ko pa lang ata makakita ng taong nasa kabaong. Yung kumakabog yung dibdib ko ng sobra. haha tapos tinignan ko din naman, ayos lang pala. haha tapos nagpray. Tapos lumabas na ako. Tapos nagpicture na lang ako ng mga tao. Tapos nung aalis na, di kami nagpaalam, kasi sabi ni Jess bawal daw, bawal din daw magthank you, bawal din daw dumeretso ng bahay. So tinext na lang namin si Sir nung nasa daan na kami. Tapos bumaba kami ng school kasi sobrang dumi ulit ng paa namin. Nung pabalik naiwan ko yung right slipper ko! HAHA naapak ko pa yung paa ko. Akala ko nakasuot pa. Nastuck dun sa mud. Ang tanga ko. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nag Nepo muna kami ni Peichen. Nagbayad siya ng Smart Bro, pus bumili kami pizza. Tapos umakyat kami, punta food court. Bili squidballs na ang sama ng lasa. Sayang 24php. Tapos nagbilliards kaming dalawa kahit hindi kami marunong. Nakakatuwa pag nakakashoot ka. :)) tapos may Emo Weird Guy dun, kinakausap kami, mafeeling. haha pinagtatawanan niya kami kasi losers kami sa billiards. Kakulay naman niya yung tako. bwisit. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pus nag laro na lang kami ng shoot shoot dun gamit yung deflated na bola. Tapos pagkatapos, bababa na dapat kami, bigla ko nasabi "ice cream" naglakad kami paakyat kahit pababa yung escalator! haha tapos umuwi na kami. Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag uwi? naisip agad ay "kakain ako ng dinner. Nonood ako ng Katorse." HAHA. O di yun na nga. Papasok kaya si Sir bukas? 50:50. Waa. Magkakaroon nanaman kami ng substitute pag wala si Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Tapos may isa galit ata sakin. Alangan magsorry ako, hindi ko naman kasalanan. Tsk. Si Nigel may alam. HAHA. tsk. Magic. Ang bilis ng balita. Woohoo. Goodnight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-2093094545854312779?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/2093094545854312779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/2093094545854312779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/2093094545854312779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure-d.html' title='Adventure. :D'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-1764463430597318525</id><published>2009-09-20T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:01:57.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         Sometimes people really don't notice how they hurt people. I don't know why, but they seem to be numb. The feeling is like, "are you stupid? You already know I really love you, but you still don't see me." How come? Are you just busy with all those people, and you couldn't find time to see me standing in front of you? Or am I just so invisible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;          Sometimes, you should just stop, look and listen. Sometimes it just hits me so hard. It hurts. I'm not outspoken nor expressive. I couldn't say it. But you'd feel it if you look at me closely. You'd feel every beat that slows down. Try to look at the eyes that becomes flooded with tears. You'd see my blush that fades away. I don't keep secrets from him, but I know he does. I try to understand things he says, he doesn't. He doesn't even believe me, then he questions my trust. I'm just a girl. I'm not that matured. I don't get mad, I get hurt... I don't want to talk with him 'cause I'd remember what he tells me. I don't know if it's true. I don't even know if he knows that I hate it when he says "magsama kayo". It's like he's disowning me or something. Tss. I may be stupid, but I'm pretty sure that I'm not numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;          When I tried to tell him, he got mad. He says that I don't trust him. I trust you. But if you were me, you'd think of the same thing. And this girl. You keep on asking me why would I get jealous of her. She tells people that you still like her. Heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;         But still. You're everywhere to me. My accounts. My phone. The computer. In our room. At school. I make  a lot of mistakes. I'm not as smart as she is. I'm not as good. But I'm patient. I don't listen to ***************** rants. I tried to let go when you said bye bye, I couldn't... I don't want to let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well. I better go. Just letting out the things that matters to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-marge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-1764463430597318525?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/1764463430597318525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/09/tss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/1764463430597318525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/1764463430597318525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/09/tss.html' title='tss.'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-5362774851935039758</id><published>2009-09-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:58:17.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang gulo ng buhay September.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi, it's been a while. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's frustrating to know that friend1, gets mad at you for helping her know the truth about friend2. It actually shouldn't be like that. Friend1 shouldn't've believed that lie about friend2. They are friends since preschool, they shouldn't be fighting like that. : It's actually not my business, but they're both my friends. I should at least try to make them realize that they are fighting over a rumor. And friend1 got mad at me 'cause she thinks I'm a blabber-mouth. No, I'm not. I just know friend2 will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;say something so cruel and so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still don't have anything good to say. Kailan ba nagkaroon ng matino? HAHA. Kanina noong Filipino, si Kit, hindi ata makatulog, kitang-kita siya. :)) Ako pinipilit gumising, binubuklat yung mata. @_@ Si Teejay, tulog ata. :)) Si Wong, muntik na. Jepis daw. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay nako. Tapos nung P.E., volleyball, nakakainis. Lahat na lang ng natira ko, kiling. Bakit? Hindi ko alam. Para bang may extra bone ako sa arms ko na nakausli para tumabingi ang tira. Lagi outside. Tapos yung magserve, PALPAK. =)) Ang loser. Sorry sobra sa teammates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapos nung Chinese Class na. Nababangag ako. :)) Tanong niyo si Jillian. Kung anu-ano ang pinaguusapan namin. Pati kaya siya, bangag din. haha! Tapos, andiyan na naman si Bunganga. Kairita! 'Wag ka, akala ko isusumbong na naman niya ako kasi kumakain ako. Wala lung. Gutom kami kanina. Walang cash pangbili ng food. Basta. Ewan. Natatawa ako sa kanya. Parang ewan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kasi ganito yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;May nakita kaming plastic balloon. Alam niyo yun? Yung ginagawang lobo ng mga bata yung hihipanan nila tapos may laway-laway pang kasama sa loob. Oo, yun. Yung tig-pipiso. Eh kadiri, nagamit na yung straw. O di nilaro lang namin yung natitira na nakalagay sa metal na ewan. haha tapos, ginawa ko kinuha ko yung sa sira kong mechanical pencil. Yung mukhang straw. Tapos hinipanan ko. HAHA. Si Jillian? Ay kakaiba. Binanat niya muna ng konti yung plastic balloon. At alam niyo kung saan niya tinapat? Sa butas ng ilong niya. =)) B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapos, binuga niya yung air gamit ang ilong. Naiisip niyo ba itsura niya? :)) Parang bata na may sipon na lumolobo. HAHA! Ang malala pa dun, nakita ng Teacher. Nakita pa nung bata. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SIPON NA LUMOLOBO. Dugyot. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapos siyempre, andun si Babuuuy!!! sa kabilang room. Wala lang. Nagwowork out DAW yun?!?! 'pos sabi ko kay Jillian, "Uy, si Babuy tinitignan si Bea. HAHAHA." Tapos tumingin siya kay Bea. Nakatingin din DAW sa kanya. :)) Uyy. May future. HAHA. Joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wala lang. Mababaw kasi kaligayahan namin eh. Corny, pero natatawa talaga kami. Tsk. Sayang yung pinagkwekwentuhan naming sina Woohoo(Ji hoo+Woo Bin), Binhoo(Woo Bin+Jihoo ulit), Jun Pyo, Jae Kyong at Jan Di. :)) Tapos may kinilig siya. Kasi nanaginip ako. Si Jae Kyong daw kasi tapos si Binhoo nagaaway sa resto. Eh ka double date nila si Woohoo at Jan Di. :)) (oo, weird. Mafeeling lang talaga kaming dalawa kaya ang napagtripan namin Boys Over Flowers. HAHA) Tapos sa sobrang inis ni Woohoo, hinila niya si Jan Di palabas. Tapos naglakad lakad daw sila... Lakad lakad lakad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapos. Sabi ni Woohoo, "Away naman ng away sila Jun lagi..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos sabi ni Jan Di, "Oo nga eh... nakakairita."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapos sabi naman ni Woohoo, "Buti pa tayo, 'noh?" Sabay ngiti at hawak ng kamay ni Jan Di. Tapos napangiti si Jan Di. Tapos naglakad-lakad lang sila, hand in hand. Tapos, napagpasiyahan nila na bumalik na sa resto. Tapos, alam niyo ba? Pag pasok nila... Nakita nila na nagkikiss sila. Pero hindi yung kadiri ha. :)) yung kiss lang. *R 15.* (Sorry Karol. HAHA! JOKE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapos siyempre nagtaka silang dalawa. Yung hindi maipinta yung mukha ni Woohoo at ni Jan Di. Nagtinginan sila tapos tinignan nila ulit sila. After a minute, tsaka lang narealize nila Binhoo at Jae Kyong na bumalik na sila Woohoo at Jan Di. Tapos. BUZZ! nagising na ko. :)) sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nabitin ako. Parang episode 1 yan, tapos kulang pa ng episode 2. Wala pa nga ep.2 eh. Di na natutuloy. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wala lang. Alam ko wala kwenta, wala kasi makwento. Pero wala lang, gusto ko ishare. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yun. Till the next post. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mangs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/1304965847773014745-5362774851935039758?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/5362774851935039758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/09/ang-gulo-ng-buhay-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5362774851935039758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5362774851935039758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/09/ang-gulo-ng-buhay-september.html' title='Ang gulo ng buhay September.'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-5249559352020120252</id><published>2009-08-03T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:52:15.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIRICAN LIMON!</title><content type='html'>Kwento! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung sinsulat kasi ni Jillian, tungkol sa buhay niya. Eh mapintas siya. Tsk. Sakin pa niya naisip ipa edit. Puro super pintas na ang laman ng storya niya. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta yung favorite ko na line yung "The extra-extra loser slot is for *****." HAHAHAHA. wala lang. bangag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos eto naman. may inemail yung nanay ko sakin. Yung mga wirdo na signs tulad ng&lt;br /&gt;"Amirican Limon" sa halaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huwag tutok kingkong utot" sa likuran ng truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't step on the grass" pero wala namang damo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ATM-Automatic Tubig Machine. Piso Piso lang! Mineral Water!" =)) nyets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Titing Bird's Animal Cages" ng isang store :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba. Lagi na lang ganito. Birthday ni Ian Mañez at ni Kuya Jason today. Batiin niyo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)) wala lang. natatawa talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabuhay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pelepenas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-5249559352020120252?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/5249559352020120252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/08/amirican-limon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5249559352020120252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5249559352020120252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/08/amirican-limon.html' title='AMIRICAN LIMON!'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-6896170482953057595</id><published>2009-06-25T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:34:31.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 24, 2009. Computer Lab.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi. It's our Computer subject. And, yes, finally, we have our internet connection. There's nothing much to do, since Joomla isn't working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's raining again outside. It's like the weather is expressing my emotions. The wind vanished a little earlier and it shined. But I was wrong. It rained a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I will be okay. I thought I'll be fine. But still there's a missing piece. I know I'm happy and I'm fine with my friends. But you're still the one I'm looking for. Whoa. Way corny and waaay emotional. I guess I really am feeling down today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But that's what I love about my friends. They're always there to put my huge grin on my face. :D I'm beri super di duper thankful. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I superdiduper love them all. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;AAAT ayon. Wooo. Pero naiiyak ako. haha. Mahurt. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=Mards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-6896170482953057595?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/6896170482953057595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-24-2009-computer-lab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/6896170482953057595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/6896170482953057595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-24-2009-computer-lab.html' title='June 24, 2009. Computer Lab.'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-539172915954733621</id><published>2009-06-10T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:07:26.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another entry. :D</title><content type='html'>It's the third day of school. Phew. Geometry isn't so simple. It is like algebra WITH shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE NOSEBLEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Rona will never go to PUI ever again. Some say she transferred to another school. Well. It isn't true, and I thank fate for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time that Sir Edgar will be my teacher, I met him through my classmates and the school newspaper. I thought he was the serious and quiet type of teacher, but surprisingly, he loves to joke around. He's our class adviser. And yeah, my section is Cattleya. That classroom has a good view. *wink* haha! Aaaand. The canteen. My Sanctuary. Is empty. No food. Just water and juice and RC Cola. TSS! Whattabummer. It's like the diet ghost is haunting me and telling me I have to stop eating a lot. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Everything is okay. The stairs are just tiring. :)) Too many stairs. I'll be skinny by the end of the school year. HAHA.  Aaaanyway. That's it. There's no more I can tell. It's kind of hard being a junior. And the Prom thing. The expenses! @_@ Hurt in pocket. (masakit sa bulsa?hahahaha!) Waa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero. We can do this! HAHA. GO JUNIORS '09-'10!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-539172915954733621?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/539172915954733621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-entry-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/539172915954733621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/539172915954733621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-entry-d.html' title='another entry. :D'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-5966380409975220127</id><published>2009-05-23T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:29:18.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi! ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hi!&lt;br /&gt;ma popospone daw ang pasukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo. ano kaya section ko? ano kaya section mo? ano kaya section niya? ano kaya section nila? ano kaya section natin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala. mukha akong lalaki ngayon.hahaha well. mainit eh. xD pahamak talaga. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang ayaw ko pa pumasok na parang gusto ko na. Miss ko na kayo eh. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano kayaaa ang mangyayari? ano na kaya itsura niyo? maitim kaya kayo ngayon? Payat o mataba?  (oo na, mataba pa din ako. wag ka magalala.) ano na kaya itsura ng jogging pants sa june?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANO NA KAYA BAGO?! haha. hindi na ko updated.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sino adik sa Boys Over Flowers? Summary nga oh. di ako makarelate sa inyo. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June na! yeeesss. ang simula ng panglalait ulit, ng pagtulog sa klase, ng pagtawa, ng mga assignments at projects aaaattt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ng pagkain ng marami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyy. juniors na tayo itunes. :D sa 3rd floor na. nako. Pano pag 10 seconds na lang magbebell na, o di ang layo na masyado. Hindi yung sa 2nd floor lang. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, nakakatamad umakyat ng hagdanan eh. Dapat meron tayong elevator, kung hindi elevator, o di yung canteen dun na din. Para hindi nakakapagod. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi talaga eh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ganun? Tag-ulan na daw. Pero wala namang ulan. Tss. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon. Ang init dito sa kwarto. Tumutulo nanaman pawis ko. haha. Sauna room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun ulit. Wala lang. wala na ko masabi. Sige, take care. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala. eto ang matinding tanong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cattleya or Stargazer?&lt;/span&gt;:D&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/1304965847773014745-5966380409975220127?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/5966380409975220127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5966380409975220127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5966380409975220127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi.html' title='hi! ^^'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-6808295700485226494</id><published>2009-05-17T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:12:30.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whaaataaa day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring. And so hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Pag nandito ako sa taas, at nagkulong, tutulo ang pawis. Para bang nasa sauna room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Kawawa yung cellphone ko na 1-year old. Pundi na ata yung backlight. Siguro second time ko lang magkaroon ng isang phone na sobrang tagal. Matibay na 'to. Battered 'to eh. Lagi nahuhulog. At nababasa. Over used pa. O di ba? :)) astig ang 1208! bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Eto. Masaraaap ang bucket of fries. YUM! Ayy. Alam niyo ba, masarap laklakin ang gravy?haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "'Tay, ang tagalog ba po ng long time champion ay panaloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?" :)) la lang. corny, pero natatawa ako. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Wala lang. Pang tanggal ng problema. Malapit na pasukan! June 8 daw sa P.U.I. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maaards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-6808295700485226494?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/6808295700485226494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/05/wheeeew.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/6808295700485226494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/6808295700485226494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/05/wheeeew.html' title='wheeeew.'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-2233081610081213224</id><published>2009-05-06T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:46:01.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' so blue. I just woke up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I tried not to cry myself to sleep every night of everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;But I can't, try as I may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I keep lying to myself saying that I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;But I never found the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;When I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;You're all I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Beneath those lies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;My feelings can't just let you be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Each passing day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;My heart gets worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Each passing day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;It feels like a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't believe that you're bidding goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't believe that I couldn't even ask you why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I just stood there, watching you as you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;From that day, I regret never making you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;My heart breaks into pieces each second that passes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Then my tears betray me; they escape from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't wear this smile a little more longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I guess I'll always be the dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;It's just excruciating to see you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;To see you leave, to never let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;But you always had me at hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;How I loved you, I never showed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'll smile for you despite this heart ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I never want it this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;But it makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;It makes you feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm sorry I wasted your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm sorry you have to know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm sorry that I still wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But this is really our fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;-Margetot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Love you forever.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-2233081610081213224?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/2233081610081213224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/05/feelin-so-blue-i-just-woke-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/2233081610081213224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/2233081610081213224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/05/feelin-so-blue-i-just-woke-up.html' title='Feelin&apos; so blue. I just woke up.'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-3126439910782340799</id><published>2009-05-04T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:47:09.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 4, 2009. Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Right now. I just...want to cry. Everything shattered. Everything disappeared. My hopes. My dreams. My love. I feel dead, inside and outside. My eyes are swollen, and they hurt. But most of all... My heart hurts. It hurts like hell; the pain is excruciating. Maybe we really are not meant to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sh!t. I wish this is only a dream. Only a nightmare... I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;The way he said goodbye... hurts. ouch. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;His pride. I wish it is gone. Deleted. I wish it never existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I remember when I used to sing Sandali Na Lang by Hale. I was full of hope... But then the hope disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandali Na Lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali na lang&lt;br /&gt;Konting panahon&lt;br /&gt;Aking paghihintay&lt;br /&gt;Na makasama ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali na lang&lt;br /&gt;At abot tanaw&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagkakataon&lt;br /&gt;Na makita ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinip, nasasabik, kasing bilis&lt;br /&gt;Nang isang iglap mahahanap&lt;br /&gt;Sa may ulap&lt;br /&gt;Nagtatanong, nagtataka&lt;br /&gt;Ba't wala ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;Nakatingala, nakatulala&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabi mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali na lang&lt;br /&gt;At nandito na&lt;br /&gt;At ang panahon&lt;br /&gt;Ay wala sa ating kamay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mag-alala&lt;br /&gt;Maraming oras pa&lt;br /&gt;Ang nakalaan&lt;br /&gt;Para sa ating dalawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well.. I think singing this is better for me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skip The Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I can never be with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I don't want to pick you up when you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I don't want to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;To make you feel good about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;You've been okay all of this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Let's all skip the drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Believe on what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I don't want to be the one who completes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I know that I'll never make you whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I'll never let you see me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Hopeless and needing you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We have all the time in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Let's all skip the drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Believe on what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I'd give you everything that you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;But I won't let you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Cause I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;And you're with me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Or maybe this song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back From Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We used to be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We used to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;These irrelevant thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Keep running into my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We used to be in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Now we're both weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;So tell me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Are we falling out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Oh are we running for our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;The truth is I want you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Like I wanted you last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Are we headed to the end of this line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Gone to the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;This place is so serene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Swallowed by sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;This picture is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;What I have been looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;We've never been apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;And now you're drifting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Further away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Further away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Can you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Can you feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;It's all coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;It's all coming back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;I used to think we're done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Back from beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It crushed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 4, 2009. Monday.&lt;br /&gt;9:07:15 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're happy now... I hope you'll find her. But I still wish... I'm her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to complete you... You still hold the key to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Goodnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say goodbye, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really is goodbye this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margetot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-3126439910782340799?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/3126439910782340799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-4-2009-monday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/3126439910782340799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/3126439910782340799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-4-2009-monday.html' title='May 4, 2009. Monday.'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-2188484744413364654</id><published>2009-05-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:58:36.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry sorry. I really have to! It's a must. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well. I'm home! How are things? How are you? How's your day? WHAT HAPPENED?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't posted in while, and there's a lot of things in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well. Actually, it's just one person. But.. Yeah. A lot has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't tell you the rest, though. It'll bore you to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just want to... I don't know. I want to forget it, really. I want to tell it to someone. It's killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All this time, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;He was hurt... Because of my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he's not mad at me. It's like, he is sad for what they did to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;It may seem flattering, well, I think so, too, but they hurt him. And those are part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know that I'm hurting him. I hate knowing I'm that monster. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is, he blames himself for those mistakes. He says that he should've warned me 'cause he knew. I don't know what to tell him, he wouldn't let me blame &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;mistakes... I wish I could erase those junk. I wish they'd never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I just want to blame myself... I blame myself for making him miserable. It's heart-breaking to see him blame himself, drink, cry and being such a drama king... I still doubt he's avoiding other girls, but I have this feeling that he's quite serious--I hope&amp;amp;&amp;amp;wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. I think that's all I want to tell. The crucial part. The really, really, really weird part. I wish he  is the person I know before. I wouldn't want him to change who he really is. Well, except for the jerky-girl-collecting part of him. I hope he'll uninstall that program. Unless it's a default program. (OH NO... Why didn't I think of that before? T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL. I feel... better. :) WOOT. I apologize for this moment... Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-2188484744413364654?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/2188484744413364654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/05/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/2188484744413364654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/2188484744413364654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/05/well.html' title='Sorry sorry. I really have to! It&apos;s a must. xD'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-4697181927368317021</id><published>2009-04-22T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:37:46.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-daaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You've guessed it. I'm so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;           It was a tiring day though. I keep on walking in the mall, do the pranks I always do (they are bad pranks... *evil laugh*) but still, it's boring. It's like it's always missing something... or maybe someone. It's kismet that I have to live with boredom. No matter how tiring or busy it may be, it's still boring. It's like I never did enjoy the stuff I enjoy (sleeping, eating, watching TV, using the computer and SMS-ing). Weird. Maybe it's just because I haven't heard from him for a while. Yeah. That's a reason... I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;          But I still enjoy people's company; my aunties', my mom's, my dad's and my sister's, my cousins' and the dogs. (Yes, I consider them as humans.) It is fun to hang around them again. My two aunts just had a visit here, at the Phils., from States; specifically from New Jersey. Lots of books actually; I like it. I got a handbag, with a shiny metal on the front with the letters "XOXO". I don't actually like handbags. I think it's so girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I'm kind of boyish. The color is rainbow. HAHAHAHA. So not like me. I usually go for black or brown, or something plain. Well, it's a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;        I got a Motorola Razr. It's not much, and it's a hand-me-down phone. But it works well. It's way cooler than my Nokia 1208. :)) I saw a guy earlier. I thought it was Wilson Teh. HAHA. They have the same hair, posture, color... But that guy was inches taller. And he was in the silver shop. Oh yeah. I saw a cute guy. He's wearing pink. It reminds me of the pink shirt that says "tough guys wear pink". Hey, my father wears pink, and no, he's not gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;        It's almost Ahya Marcel's 19th birthday. He's getting older by the second. :D He's my cousin and the one who inspired me with different stuff. Well. Happy Birthday! (if ever he would read this post...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm. Well. I'm boring you to death. Thanks for reading what's inside my head. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Take care! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.S. I'm at my cousin Abby's house in Antipolo. I borrowed her laptop. :D Wala lang. Sinasabi lang. Nakakamangmang. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/1304965847773014745-4697181927368317021?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/4697181927368317021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/ta-daaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/4697181927368317021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/4697181927368317021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/ta-daaa.html' title='Ta-daaa!'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-5645604932336207785</id><published>2009-04-21T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:39:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@_@ Sorry.haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;He does dazzle me.  But it's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; Edward Cullen and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt; Bella Swan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;with a big W and three questin marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;       'Cause I can't read him. He's unpredictable. I can't stay away from him and resist him. Well... It really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;        Wala lang. Pero seryoso yun. haha minsan talaga, hindi ko siya maintindihan kung bakit ganoon ang reaction niya. Tapos maiinis ako sa sarili ko at sa kanya, kasi hindi ko talaga maintindihan kung paano ko siya mapapangiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(tss. ako pa talaga ang dapat magpangiti noh.haha eh ganun eh, babae siya ako yung lalaki.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;     Haha. Minsan ako pa dapat mangsuyo. Nakakainis. HAHA. Pero ayos lang. Tanga kasi ako eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yung kantang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Take Me With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; yung gusto niya na iplay ko para daw sa kanya... Alam ko na yung intro, yung pinaka magandang part. As in kayang kaya ko na gawin... Pero sa kasamaang palad, ninerbyus ako ng sobra-sobra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nanginig kamay ko at namawis, nagkamali yung mga napluck ko na strings at namali yung frets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  Patawa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nakakahiya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Ewan ko ba kung bakit ganun, hindi naman ako natatakot dati dun.:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;     Bwisit. Pahiya talaga ako. Hindi ako naggitara ng ilang araw dahil dun. Nanginginig pa rin ang kamay ko.haha wala lang. Nashare ko lang. Kasi, wala lang. Gusto ko lang talaga ilabas. Nakakapagpabagabag kasi. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;    Hmm. Wala lang. Wala ko maisip na patawa ngayon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Blanko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ang lokong isip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; (blanko pala ang ganito kahaba nuh, haha parang sira). Pero seryoso, wala talaga akong masabing matino. Pasensya na kung puro tungkol na lang sa kanya. Yun lang talaga naiisip ko ngayon.(Parati naman eh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nga pala, andito ako sa U.P. Diliman, sa bahay ng auntie ko. Haha. Wala lang. Nisasabi ko lang sa inyo. Medyo boring nga, kasi walang magawa eh. Dagdagan pa ng makulit na six-year old na kapatid na sasabihin sa'yo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;"ACHI! AKO NA! AKO NA! WALA AKONG MAGAWA! TSK! AKO NA KASI! GUSTO KO NA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Haha. Medyo nakakairita. Kanina pa yan eh. Alam niyo gagawin niya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PET SOCIETY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; lang. Hmp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;    Ayon. Bagot na bagot na ako. Sige. Lalayas na ako. Sorry kung mahaba at parang may alter ego ako na nangbabara sa sarili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ingat kayo. Have a nice day. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1304965847773014745-5645604932336207785?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/5645604932336207785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-dazzled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5645604932336207785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5645604932336207785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-dazzled.html' title='@_@ Sorry.haha'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-1205591393140030669</id><published>2009-04-17T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:17:42.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I try to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;I do everything you say&lt;br /&gt;I try to show you what you expect&lt;br /&gt;But you show no care anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm wasting my time on you&lt;br /&gt;For a second, I thought I was&lt;br /&gt;But then, I realize that I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep telling me I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;That I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my sun&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just a planet&lt;br /&gt;If you leave&lt;br /&gt;I'll die...in coldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. I know it's crappy.. but that's what I feel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-1205591393140030669?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/1205591393140030669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/1205591393140030669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/1205591393140030669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem.html' title='A poem. :)'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-8827932987833178961</id><published>2009-04-16T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:20:59.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm. Just asking around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Random facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When it comes to variety in names, girls rule.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Again, according to the Census Bureau, approximately 90 percent of the U.S. population is covered by 4,275 different girls' names, but only 1,219 different boys' names. Why so many fewer names for boys than for girls? It may be that boys' names are more tradition-bound, because boys are more likely to be named after a relative. Another possibility: Although this is changing, our society still clings to the assumption that boys will eventually have to get "serious" jobs (and so need serious-sounding names), while girls won't, leaving more leeway for creativity, if not frivolity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a common myth that chocolate aggravates acne. Experiments conducted at the University of Pennsylvania and the U.S. Naval Academy found that consumption of chocolate -- even frequent daily dietary intake -- had no effect on the incidence of acne. Professional dermatologists today do not link acne with diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Century Gothic,Technical,Tempus Sans ITC,Gaze,Kids,Comic Sans MS,Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The largest number of children born to one woman is recorded at 69. From 1725-1765, a Russian peasant woman gave birth to 16 sets of twins, 7 sets of triplets, and 4 sets of quadruplets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Century Gothic,Technical,Tempus Sans ITC,Gaze,Kids,Comic Sans MS,Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Goodbye" came from "God bye" which came from "God be with you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm. that's all. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! Goodbye. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-8827932987833178961?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/8827932987833178961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/uhm-just-asking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/8827932987833178961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/8827932987833178961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/uhm-just-asking.html' title='Uhm. Just asking around.'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-8414807301882632386</id><published>2009-04-07T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:53:51.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's been a while since I talked to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  I kind of miss going to school--because of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm just hoping to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this summer. I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; wanted to see him. I saw him months ago, December 24, 2008, at around 11 pm, he's wearing black... And he was smiling.  It was a nice picture in my mind. It was dark and I could barely see his face. But still, I was happy. I was rather dazzled by his eyes and smile (I saw them when a car passed by, it's headlights were so bright) It was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"this is him... The person I am in love with... And he is standing in front of me even if  I look like garbage. "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was really happy to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also want to see Mons. It's been a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh well. Nothing special today. It rained. It's weird it rained. I wasn't feeling gloomy. It usually rains when I'm down. At least it's cold. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Marge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.S. I like the Korean Telenovela "Only You" itill move you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-8414807301882632386?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/8414807301882632386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/8414807301882632386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/8414807301882632386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-day.html' title='just a day.'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-3235840903011283667</id><published>2009-04-02T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:37:29.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day. =c</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The last day.&lt;/span&gt; I can't believe how fast time flies. It's the last day we'll hang out. Last day I'll go to her house and be chaotic around her. I'll miss tickling her when she is very, very serious. I'll miss hugging her sooooo tight. aww. I guess I'll just miss her a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt;. Michelle will be leaving on the 4th of April, but she's going to Bulacan the morrow to drop her cousins off to their houses, and to Manila (I think),near the airport.&lt;/span&gt; I wish I could go to the airport, too. Haaay. It's just so sad to know that she's already going back to Japan. She'll be miles away...again. I wanted to cry earlier when I was saying "Bye, uwi ka ulit. Lablab kita." while hugging her. Her voice was shaking; and so was mine. I hugged her so tight, as tight as I can. It's like, she's my twin, (my twin INSIDE...) and we're going to be separated again. TTT.TTT hay. We shall meet again, in the future. I'll remember this day, for it gave me sadness and happiness........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;April 2, 2009, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my Kabit, my Michoi, my Best Friend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Michelle B. Nakamuraaa&lt;/span&gt;! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanan. I won't forget this guy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mark "buboy" Bernardo&lt;/span&gt;. My super di-duper katok friend. hahaha. 'Till the next summer? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Sweetest Dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-Marge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It isn't as easy as it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-3235840903011283667?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/3235840903011283667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/3235840903011283667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/3235840903011283667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day-c.html' title='The Last Day. =c'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-7641755990977382217</id><published>2009-03-31T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:54:56.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You know what? Sometimes, I really, really, really want to give up on you. I'm tired of waiting and tolerating you. The voice in my left ear says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"Leave him now, he's just wasting your time"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; the other voice in my right ear says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"No, don't leave him; he's just having a bad day. Give him another chance, hold on. Don't give up yet." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Can't you see? You're hurting me a lot. But I don't complain, I never thought of complaining. Why, you ask? 'Cause I don't want you to avoid me. I don't want to push you away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You still are the reason why I smile. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Don't worry...I'm still holding on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;-Marge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;kaya pa to. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-7641755990977382217?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/7641755990977382217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-fight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/7641755990977382217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/7641755990977382217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-fight.html' title='Another Fight.'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-5799901934951955631</id><published>2009-03-28T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:20:21.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's just...fine. :)</title><content type='html'>Today. March 28,2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blast. Super! hahahaha. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, being with Michelle, my best friend, is the best that could happen. Then, with her cousin, Mark (but she calls him "Buboy",  I got used to it, so I call him that, too. haha!) I laughed a lot, he's very funny, loko loko nga sobra. First, he said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;HOY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in a crowd, and a lot of people looked at him with a weird expression. LMAO.  tapos, yung nasa jeep na kami, pauwi, he sang "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUNG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;naririnig mo, ang naririnig ko, parang narinig ko narin, ang naririnig mo" there. =))  ang dami tumingin! =))  laugh trip talaga.  ayon. Hanggang ngayon, habang nita-type ko ito, tumatawa ako.  Pinagtri-tripan ko mga tao dito, mga kachat ko. ewan ko ba, ang lakas ng tama ko. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasensya. bangag lang. bwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnightie,xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-5799901934951955631?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/5799901934951955631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-justfine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5799901934951955631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5799901934951955631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-justfine.html' title='Today&apos;s just...fine. :)'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-7997481082080570375</id><published>2009-03-27T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:17:32.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE day</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;em&gt;the day.&lt;/em&gt; Today is the day I see &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; leave... It's really saddening.  But yeah, no tears. But I'll miss their presence. I'll surely miss Kuya Jarvin, Kuya Kim Ang, Achi Yen, Achi Jez and Kuya Kevin. They've been a big part of me. :) Ohh well. It's another year of studying on June. Can't wait. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-7997481082080570375?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/7997481082080570375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/03/day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/7997481082080570375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/7997481082080570375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/03/day.html' title='&lt;i&gt;THE&lt;/i&gt; day'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304965847773014745.post-5831549428881320672</id><published>2009-03-26T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:44:02.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day, good night.</title><content type='html'>Oh well. It was since yesterday, my friend and I were fighting. I don't exactly know why, he didn't told me. He just hung up on me while we were talking on our phones, and in the morning, the whole day, we weren't talking... I felt guilty about not smiling so much, because my best friend Michelle, just got home from another country. It's like, I'm gloomy and happy at the same time. (I told you I'm weird.)&lt;br /&gt;           Then, today, I was so sad, I overslept and woke up at 12 nn. Then, as usual, I did my after-I-wake-up routine, the go-to-the-bathroom routine; pee, wash my face, wet my hair and brush my teeth. Then, grab some lunch, and sit in front of the computer.  I was waiting for a "Good Morning" message, but guess what? I didn't see his name in my inbox. I switched my phone off, I was so disappointed. I surfed the net teary-eyed. My mom made me go to the bank and send my brother his allowance. Stupid bank. I'm not used to their system. I'm used to the other bank. My 31 peso-load became 7.80. Eff. After, I went to the mall to buy stuff. Weird. I got tired. I usually don't get tired.&lt;br /&gt;           Let's skip the other stuff. Then this night, I was talking to Kuya Jayvee, Mina and him. I thank Kuya Jayvee for making me laugh like a hayeena.(I don't know how to spell it, okay?) and Mina. This night is soooo... happy? One of the reasons is the "Marge Controversy"... :)) the second reason is "Itlog na hinawakan ni Gary" =)) my gas. Sumakit tyan ko dito. :)) and the last one is peace between us... ^^ right now, we're talking non-sense...AGAIN. Our favorite topic. HAHA! actually, we don't have any topic. We just talk. And talk... And talk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is, it feels so great to smile again. The not-fake-smile. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marge&lt;br /&gt;see you in dreamland. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304965847773014745-5831549428881320672?l=rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/feeds/5831549428881320672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-day-good-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5831549428881320672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304965847773014745/posts/default/5831549428881320672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainbowtrousers.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-day-good-night.html' title='bad day, good night.'/><author><name>Marge:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00370667578581334083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIpd9iZUUZU/SrXdAbKDOVI/AAAAAAAAADE/CIxgTmWGWVY/S220/mards.%C3%B60116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
