<?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-8914019</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:30:27.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-112990386141100630</id><published>2005-10-21T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:11:01.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeeecolor:#eaeaea;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bg&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#353535;"&gt;Cattell's 16 Factor Test Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Warmth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellect&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Emotional Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;78%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Liveliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dutifulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Social Assertiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Abstractness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Introversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Openmindedness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Independence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;82%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Tension&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;22%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/cattell-16-factor.html"&gt;Take Cattell 16 Factor Test (similar to 16pf)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&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/8914019-112990386141100630?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/112990386141100630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=112990386141100630' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/112990386141100630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/112990386141100630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/10/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test?'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-112902077105892559</id><published>2005-10-11T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:52:51.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!Gm help me!</title><content type='html'>Waaa!!! My account in pRo got sammed and hacked! waaaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the following items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7,368,657 zennies&lt;br /&gt;[1]Saint's Robe&lt;br /&gt;+5[1]Jamadhar&lt;br /&gt;+4[1]Mocking Muffler&lt;br /&gt;Matyr's Leash x3&lt;br /&gt;Sakkat&lt;br /&gt;Gangster's Mask&lt;br /&gt;Ninja Suit&lt;br /&gt;Diver's Goggles&lt;br /&gt;Megalodon Card&lt;br /&gt;5 Rough Elunium&lt;br /&gt;7 Rouch Oridecon&lt;br /&gt;Wind of Venture&lt;br /&gt;Emperium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patay sila sa akin pagnakita ko sila! Damn them! botters00002!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-112902077105892559?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/112902077105892559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=112902077105892559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/112902077105892559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/112902077105892559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/10/gm-help-me.html' title='!!!!!Gm help me!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-112816726883494080</id><published>2005-10-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T05:03:48.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs for...her</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your smile is gently freezing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snow throws it away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the laughter in my silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The crow that keeps me awake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Green towel less soft spoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thoughts you never knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lies and empty promises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave them all to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How does it feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How is it that I can't feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I, I need to know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I, I know I can never be enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To replace your whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I, I think it's shiny and blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a dance that's see through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I, I know I can never be enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To replace your whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now everything is silent, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything is still without you near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world was something new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I was there in the open&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well just to be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everytime I see the shelter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everytime I walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the laughter in my silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cold that feeds my day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How does it feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How is it that I can't feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I, I know I can never be enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To replace your whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I, I think it's shiny and blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a dance that's see through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I, I know I can never be enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To replace your whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now everything is silent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything is still without you near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everytime I see you passing by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll just stand here waiting for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will talk to myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a lazy Sunday afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll still say that prayer for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your everything, count on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While trying to be so perfect you'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nothing can compare to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever lies out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no one here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no one here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no one here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no one..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON THE FLOOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The doorknob smiles at me alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But will I open the door again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've seen this happening before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've seen myself fall face first on the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crash and burn on the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I turn crash and burn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So used to lying on the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unable to give anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever envelopes my days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gasping for air as I look for an escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm drowning in a letter made to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took one look away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I turn crash and burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I turn crash and burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So used to lying on the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unable to give anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The strong's too weak to hurt the weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must be strong enough to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't function properly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lying here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lying here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I turn crash and burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I turn crash an burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So used to lying on the floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unable to give anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm sinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you hear me talking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see me there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not getting anything from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you hear my whispers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see me there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'd be lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be lost without you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-112816726883494080?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-112816514895517701</id><published>2005-10-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T04:12:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailan...?</title><content type='html'>So October has come. Time sure runs fast. I'll be having my De Lasalle exam tomorrow, plus my mom is going to U.S. tomorrow too. I'll be escorting her to the airport before attending to my exam. Anyway, I'm not that confident about myself so yeah I don't know whether I'll pass or fail, but I surely wish that I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Ive been thinking about things or rather people that is part of my life now, those who made me who I am today. It's been almost a year since that incident, but I still have feelings for a certain person that I don't want to mention, it's too risky to let her know you know, besides I don't want to lose her again. No way in hell! Err... I will admit that I lost in this fight over the past and the present. I just can't get over her you know? It is indeed a difficult task to get over someone whom you've loved dearly. Man..life's being unfair again. How ironic ne? Here I am loving someone who can never return the love to me. Here I am caring for someone who does care for me but only as a friend. Here I am, a fool, that is still hoping for her to atleast see me the way I see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over and over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to tell myself that we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could never be more than friends...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I just can't believe myself. I know I should stop hoping and just be contented on what I have or else I shall lose them. But I can't. I'm just human. I can't refrain myself from falling for her again and again... Though I know she'll never know, as long as I stay the same. I will try to be happy just to be by her side. I'll try to be her so called friend, just a friend and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you hear me talking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see me there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not getting anything from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you hear my whispers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see me there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz I'd be lost, I'd be lost without you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-112816514895517701?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/112816514895517701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=112816514895517701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/112816514895517701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/112816514895517701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/10/kailan.html' title='Kailan...?'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-112722451150882512</id><published>2005-09-20T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T06:55:11.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be somehow back</title><content type='html'>It's good to be back after a month or so! Man, I am too busy with school and I can't find any time for myself anymore! Phew! I do need some break ne? All work and no play makes me a dull boy. Well since I have been busy with school lately, I don't have much to tell you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first grading period is over by now, man I'm happy I passed. Although my math grade is just horrible *pukes* ooops sorry, no eeky stuffs while writing! Aside from that, I think my social life is being drained away by all those damn schoolwork. I've been having problems on handling my schedule 'cause there's so many things to do yet so little time to use. Speaking of which, I just had USTET last Sept. 18, Sunday about 1 pm to 5pm. I DID NOT have time to review by then, the good thing is that the USTET isn't that hard as what I've imagined it to be. It turned out to be the total opposite of my expectations. Although I still had to think about the math exam after that, thanks to our unconsiderate professor in math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with exams and stuff. This day is a totally new day for me, know why? Because I was so not me. I did my homework(which I usually don't do), I payed attention in our Economics class(which I rarely do) and I even did a research about the topic we were given in physics! Gee, imagine me doing all that work, it's so not me! Gawd, I forgot I had to write a letter for Mae tonight! OK, I'm in big trouble if I don't. *dozes off a bit then wakes up soon* ooops sorry.. As far as I'm concerned, I'm still alive and uh.. kicking butts? Hehe.. So I guess see you next November for another update? Nah just kidding! I'll update as soon as I get a chance to do so. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-112722451150882512?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/112722451150882512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=112722451150882512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/112722451150882512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/112722451150882512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-good-to-be-somehow-back.html' title='It&apos;s good to be somehow back'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-112176886342655410</id><published>2005-07-19T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T03:27:43.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang malaking himala dahil nag-update pa ko</title><content type='html'>Hrm.. wala lang. After ten years nakapag update ako muli ng blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 19th day of July, geez everyone knows that. It was one heck of a normal day, except for one thing, I saw ate Faith right before I could reach school. I almost dropped my jaw ya know? Well it's not like I can see her everyday cause she's now busy with her college life, but oh well, it's still good to see her often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle that I didn't fell asleep the whole day, ah maybe the effects of that vitamins mum gave me. Seriously, I found Filipino even enjoyable, like whoa it's the subject I hate most. Math was pretty easy and so is Physics. This is a totally over normal day, but thanks God that we had our badminton try outs today, at least I got a little exercise! Ronella was really tough, hence the fact that she is a she. Damn she totally screwed us all. Even we, the former varsity members, are no match to her. Every shot she made is full of power and speed that made it almost impossible for us to see. Gah, she's a total genius in badminton. I swear I'll beat her some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-112176886342655410?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/112176886342655410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=112176886342655410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/112176886342655410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/112176886342655410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/07/isang-malaking-himala-dahil-nag-update.html' title='Isang malaking himala dahil nag-update pa ko'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111849072408493429</id><published>2005-06-11T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T04:52:04.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>Hello! Sa wakas, nag-update na naman ako? Wakokoko, boring na kasi eh pasukan na at kailangan mag concentrate sa studies... ^^... Wala naman, isang linggo lang naman akong mag-isa dito sa bahay at wow! ang sarap ng feeling! Hrm... well.... Lumabas ako this thursday with the candy girls and mach. Wala lang, paextra lang kasi wala naman maggawa eh... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas, wala ako masabi... Sige ciao na lang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111849072408493429?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111849072408493429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111849072408493429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111849072408493429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111849072408493429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111794467063485430</id><published>2005-06-05T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T21:11:10.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pasukan na!</title><content type='html'>Sa wakas! Pasukan na namin bukas! Excited na kong makita ang mga kaklase ko dati, miss na miss ko na sila! Kompleto na ko sa gamit, as in lahat lahat mula books hanggang notebooks. Sana maging masaya ang year na to! At sana maging salutatorian ako! xD Hmm, siguradong maraming nagbago lalo na't wala na ung mga magagaling na teacher sa amin, mga umalis na dahil na rin siguro sa maliit na sahod nila. Ang kuripot kasi ng school namin eh! Pati kami eh tinitipid! Hmp.. Hay basta, sana maging maayos lahat this year, so tukso layuan mo muna ako XD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, sa wakas tapos na rin ung recital kahapon! Nkahinga na rin ako ng maluwag, binati pa nga ako ng mga pinakamagagandang dilag na nakita ko sa powerplay! Alright! Ang galing ko daw sabi ni Joan! Infairness, ang galing niya rin! Sobra!! WOW!!!! Un lang, sige bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111794467063485430?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111794467063485430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111794467063485430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111794467063485430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111794467063485430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/06/pasukan-na.html' title='pasukan na!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111779688356542610</id><published>2005-06-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T04:08:03.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>Whoa!! Sa wakas isang update!! Wakokokokoko!!! Pasukan na namin sa Lunes, naku sana kami kami pa rin ang mga magkakaklase!! Miss ko na sila! Hah, bukas na ang  araw! Bukas na kami magpeperform live! Nakita ko kaklase ko, di ko akalain na makakasama ko siyang tumugtog! Yeah!!! Jamming na to!! Todo na to! Sana andun siya.... pero sigurado wala siya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag a-outing pala kami sabi ni ma'am Pau! Naku! Excited na ko! I just can't wait! :P Haha, narealize ko lang today na may isang feeling na napakadominant pa rin sa kin! Un ay.... Alam un ni pareng Paulo! Wakokoko.... hayyy can this be lag, I'm feeling right now? jokes! Sige na practice pa ko! Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111779688356542610?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111779688356542610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111779688356542610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111779688356542610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111779688356542610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/06/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111710490928341399</id><published>2005-05-26T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T03:55:09.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hala,sige,bira,tugtog</title><content type='html'>Yo! Sa wakas!! Medyo matagal-tagal din akong di nag-update ah.. Ehehe, did ya miss me?! Joke lang, alam ko namang hindi eh. Hay, isa na namang madugong Huwebes ang nagdaan(bakit ko nasabing madugo? malalaman mo rin!). Grabe patapos na kasi ang summer kaya ulan na ng ulan! Ang sakit sakit na rin ng kamay ko no! Aba halos araw at gabi ata akong magpractice dahil nalalapit na ang recital namin, at whoa~ isa ako sa mga napiling estudyante na ilalahok dun! Grabeeeeeeee!! I just can't wait to play na!! Kaya eto, ang kalyo ko ay nagkakapatong-patong na, tsk tsk di na tuloy pwedeng pang holding hands kamay ko! xD Nyak.... Palagay ko pati balikat ko bumibigay na rin sa araw araw ko ba namang pag-alis ng bahay na pasan pasan ang mabigat na electric guitar, eh malamang matanggalan ako ng balikat. Sinubukan ko nga rin palang dalhin ang ampli ko, kaso no avail eh. Weeeeee~! Excited na ko!!!!! Sa Sabado na un, este next week! Sana andun si *toooot*... Ahehehe... Nga pala malapit na magbday si ate Maluz ko ah!! I better buy her gift na!! Sige ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111710490928341399?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111710490928341399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111710490928341399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111710490928341399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111710490928341399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/05/halasigebiratugtog.html' title='Hala,sige,bira,tugtog'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111684465504878812</id><published>2005-05-23T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T03:37:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wala na magawa</title><content type='html'>hrm..patapos na ang bakasyon... medyo busy na, di ko na rin papahabain angentry ko ngaun. Napilitan lang mag-update. Sige ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111684465504878812?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111684465504878812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111684465504878812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111684465504878812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111684465504878812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/05/wala-na-magawa_23.html' title='wala na magawa'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111684459748544536</id><published>2005-05-23T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T03:36:37.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wala na magawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111684459748544536?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111684459748544536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111684459748544536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111684459748544536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111684459748544536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/05/wala-na-magawa.html' title='wala na magawa'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111624823601181804</id><published>2005-05-16T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T05:57:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....the calling...</title><content type='html'>It was just this early morning when I was awaken by the voice of my dad talking with someone on the phone. At first I thought I was still dreaming but then a certain phrase caught my attention. It was just then when I realized what that phrase meant, my auntie is dead. I was shocked, really shocked. I never thought that she would pass away that day... The cause of death, I don't know. She was having a high fever last 3 days I think, her blood pressure was high and so is her blood sugar. Bakit kailangang sya pa? Siya ang pinakapaboritong auntie ko sa lahat.. Siya ung halos nagpalaki sa aming magkakapatid... Bakit kung sino pa ung talagang gusto ko siya pa ung kailangan mawala? Bukas, pupunta kami sa lamay niya... Ayoko sana siyang makita pero eto hinihingi ng circumstance... Wala na ko maggagawa... Sana ayos lang si lola..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111624823601181804?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111624823601181804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111624823601181804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111624823601181804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111624823601181804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/05/calling.html' title='.....the calling...'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111530519561537161</id><published>2005-05-05T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:59:55.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at long last</title><content type='html'>Hay! At last! I bought my first j-pop cd!! Wow! Mahal din pala un?! Ahaha! Naubos pera ko, pero oks lang kasi sulit naman. Yatta ne!! *does the peace sign* Yosh! Ganado akong gumawa ng kahit ano!! Hehe, super saya ko grabe! Wala na ko masabe! Kaya tama na toh.. babush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111530519561537161?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111530519561537161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111530519561537161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111530519561537161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111530519561537161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/05/at-long-last.html' title='at long last'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111504558183253276</id><published>2005-05-02T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T07:53:01.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven or hell?</title><content type='html'>Phew.... Another day has ended. This was rather a torn day for me. You know my dad just came home from his work abroad, and he's goin to stay for a month. That was good, but then again my mom and I have issues. Lately, mom and I were a-okay but now it was like hell. We keep on arguing about things, even just small issues. I'm so pissed at her, I feel like a rebel, the black sheep of this family. Shit, I wanna throw things to her, I wanna scream so bad that I'll scream my heart out. She's becoming worse everyday, yes everyday, we keep on arguing. Argh! I'm feeling sick bout this, she's becoming ms.right, and I'm always wrong. Fuck that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Tagalog mode--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakasawa na, bakit ba feeling nya siya lagi ang tama? Taena, punong-puno na ko sa kanya. Pasalamat siya at sinasagot ko lang siya at hindi binabastos ng lubos gaya ng ginagawa ko sa mga teachers na kagalit ko. Heh, ang sarap ng feeling lalo na nung napahiya ko siya sa Max's kanina. Palibhasa, bottomless iced tea na lang pinapalaki pa niya away. Gusto niya siya ang masunod, kaya ayun sabi ko "ako na magbabayad niyan. bottomless iced tea lang. Okay?" Ayun pahiya siya. Pagkaalis nung waitress saka ako binalingan nila papa, wag daw ganun. Tse, kausapin nila lelang nila! Di na ko makikinig pa! Sawa na ko! Sawang-sawa na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--back to english--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 5 days since I have used the internet. The phone didn't have a dial tone back then. I don't know what the heck is the problem, either it was our line or the company is experiencing some technical problems. The line will be out for like a day or two then it'll come back for a couple of hours or so then be  gone again. Gee, what a moody phone line we have. Well atleast I've been able to update.. even just a short one. Yosh! I gotta go bye bye!! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111504558183253276?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111504558183253276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111504558183253276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111504558183253276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111504558183253276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/05/heaven-or-hell.html' title='heaven or hell?'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111482777451650324</id><published>2005-04-30T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:22:54.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>les miserables</title><content type='html'>*sighs* I want to say much but I can't seem to say anything... I guess I'm just used onto being a closed shell. Things aren't going my way again, since this week has started. Fuck  those bloody bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sick almost the whole week plus the pressure of work,studies and some unfinished business regarding someone. Argh.. I just can't do things right, even if I try they all go wrong and causes mayhem afterwards. Damn it! I've had enough arguments! I don't want 'em anymore! As of now I'm thinking about suicide, but heck I'm not that stupid to do it. I feel as if everything is wrong.... Nothing seems to be right... I'm losing all reasons why I should live... I'm losing all my senses.... I just want to break away, lock myself in an isolated room and never come out. Shit. I just can't go on like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111482777451650324?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111482777451650324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111482777451650324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111482777451650324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111482777451650324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/les-miserables.html' title='les miserables'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111425609343755278</id><published>2005-04-23T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T04:34:53.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yehey!</title><content type='html'>Wow!! Sa wakas! Binili na ako ni mama ng e.guitar!! Ang saya saya!! *tumugtog ng may kasamang distortion* yeah!!!! Gusto kong magwala!! Wahahaha!!!! Mall hopping kami eh, mula sta.lu nagpunta kami ali mall tapos ever. Hehe!! tinatamad na ko magtype..sige un lang muna! buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111425609343755278?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111425609343755278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111425609343755278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111425609343755278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111425609343755278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/yehey.html' title='yehey!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111400246273526465</id><published>2005-04-20T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T06:07:42.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakapagod na ba?</title><content type='html'>Hay!!!!!! I'm back again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tagalog mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang ang tagal ko rin di nag-update ah!(feeling?!) Wala lang, patapos na pala ang Abril at papasok na ang Mayo(naise?), grabe wala na rin akong trabaho sa samer na to. Muntik pa kong mahuli sa pasok ko kanina!! Speaking of which(ay teka ba't ingles?!), nakasabay ko kanina sa jeep si ate Tessa. Ahaha!! Wala lang. Matagal na kasi kaming di nagkakausap nun, palibhasa nasa kolehiyo na siya at masyadong abala. Sa Sta.Lucia pareho ang punta namin kaya nagdesisyon kami na magwindow shopping muna! Pinakilala ko rin siya sa mga guro ko sa powerplay!(pinagkamalan pa nila ma'am Pau at sir Rurick na gf ko siya?! ngek!) Pagkatapos nun, sinamahan ko siyang maghanap ng summer job kahit sandali lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos ang lahat ng iyon, dalawang oras akong pinatugtog ni sir Rurick! Syet... Masakit na ang kamay ko sa katutugtog! Pudpod na ata mga daliri ko eh! Sulit naman kasi may nakasabay akong kiyut na estudyante nya, kaso di ko natanong ung pangalan niya eh. Sayang. *randomness* masarap ung sauce na ginawa ni ma'am Pau para sa nachos ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nun badminton game kami! Phew kakapagod na itich!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111400246273526465?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111400246273526465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111400246273526465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111400246273526465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111400246273526465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/nakakapagod-na-ba.html' title='nakakapagod na ba?'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111370633573535016</id><published>2005-04-17T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:52:15.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slipped away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;na na'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na na na na na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you, miss you so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't forget you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's so sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you can hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember it clearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na na &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na na na na na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't get around to kiss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye on the hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish that I could see you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I hope you can hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I remember it clearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I've had my wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't you wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep asking why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't fake it happened you passed by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere I can't bring you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere you're not coming back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, the day you slipped away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na na na na na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111370633573535016?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111370633573535016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111370633573535016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111370633573535016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111370633573535016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/slipped-away.html' title='slipped away'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111366131065705551</id><published>2005-04-16T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T07:21:50.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling</title><content type='html'>Today, a friend of mine flew to Australia to spend a month of vacation there and basically pass the school's exam. I can't say that I'm really fine nor that depressed. All I know is that I am torn. I'm getting tired of all these things that happened in just a blink of an eye. Like for hell's sake, when are you going to talk to me? &lt;em&gt;You &lt;/em&gt;know who you are. I'm sick of coping up with things, I'm damn tired of hidding everything! Damnit! How I wish everything's back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I miserable enough for &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;to do this to me? I mean, dou &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;really have to make me fall for her last year? Was it &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; who makes me still ong for her every single night that I go to sleep? I'm so tired... I just wanna throw things away as if they were nothing but trash. Yes, I want to &lt;em&gt;burry &lt;/em&gt;them all into the infinite depths of nothingness. I do not have any regrets upon doing this.. Or this is what I'm convincing myself to believe to. Now as the new chapter of my life opens, I hope that I may never cross another situation that is like this. I just wanna be in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is falling into pieces! Destroying me little by little, eating me up into total darkness. Now I mourn, not for me but for those times that we were here by each others side. I mourn that all of those sacrifices that we made only came to nothing. I mourn the fact that I had met you, that you had changed me completely, that you made me feel, made me conscious onto the things that're changing around me. I can't hate you, I really just can't. So I guess I'll just wait here patiently for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;  to come back to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111366131065705551?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111366131065705551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111366131065705551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111366131065705551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111366131065705551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/falling.html' title='falling'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111329229093456328</id><published>2005-04-12T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:51:30.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.................</title><content type='html'>Hayy... Martes na kaagad? Parang ang bilis ng mga araw ah... Sa wakas natapos ko ng basahin ang iniregalong aklat sa akin ng mga klasmeyt ko nung bday ko. Nakakainis!! Kasi kung sino pa ung pinakamalapit na tao dun sa bida ang mismong mamamatay tao!!!Tsk tsk tsk... pero ayos lang, masaya namang basahin eh!Ngeeeeeeeekkkkkk............. Wala na pala akong natitirang libro para mabasa!! x.X;; nabasa ko na lahat.... ibig ba nitong sabihin ay kailangan kong bumili ng panibagong babasahin?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May lesson ako sa gitara kanina, ay ewan, di ko maramdaman ang sarili ko... Dismayado pa rin ako sa iniasal ng isang kaibigan ko kahapon. Pakiramdam ko mawawalan na ko ng respeto sa kanya... Oras na siguro para iparamdam ko sa kanya ang pinararamdam nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana magbadminton kami.... Un na lang naiisip kong outlet ng sama ng loob at depresyon ko eh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111329229093456328?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111329229093456328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111329229093456328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111329229093456328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111329229093456328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='.................'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111303208857427102</id><published>2005-04-09T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:34:48.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk</title><content type='html'>Yo!Wala lang.. Ang aga ko nagising ngayon, palibhasa nanggising si mama. Nagbihis lang kami tapos umalis ng bahay nang di pa nag-aalmusal. Dumiretso kami sa badminton court at naglaro.. Ehehehe... katulad ng dati, ako pa rin ang laging nananalo sa laro kaso lang naaksidente ako sa prosesong ito. Nadapa ako, oo, nadapa ako.. Wahehehehe, nakakahiya, napilyan pa ata ako pero di ko na lang sinabi kay mama para tuloy pa rin ung laro. Ayun bumagal tuloy kilos ko kasi talagang masakit ang paa ko, pero in fairness 1 lang lamang ni mama 15 - 14. Oh di ba close fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... sana talaga nag-ool at namamansin siya.... Tsk kelangan ko na magpahinga, masakit na naman eh.. Ge hanggang sa muli!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111303208857427102?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111303208857427102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111303208857427102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111303208857427102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111303208857427102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/tsk.html' title='tsk'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111296817793554194</id><published>2005-04-08T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T06:49:37.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huli...</title><content type='html'>Nakauwi na rin ako sa aming tahanan matapos ang isang napakahabang araw. Fully booked ung schedule ko na kahit ako ay nagulat.Kinailangan kong pumasok sa trabaho ko, tapos pumunta ng eskwelahan namin para kuhain ang mga report card ng mga kapatid ko.Matapos nito ako sanay uuwi na nang bigla kong nakasalubong si Jessa na papunta sa aming building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinamahan ko na siya at nalaman ko na pupunta pala si Daechel at Victoria dun. Nagpapirma sila ng mga clearance nila, tapos I decided na guguluhin muna namin sila Faith, only to find out na wala pala siya sa bahay. Buti naman at kahit papano eh nagkaabot pa kami.. At least for the very last time nakita,nakasama at nakausap ko siya.... Masaya na ko kahit papano..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.. parang nawawalan na ko ng inspirasyon ah... hay....... Naglaro kami nila mama ng badminton kanina lang mga 7, kaso ang boring nila kalaban... Palibhasa nasanay ako na mga varcity na ng school ung kalaban ko.... anyway.. alis na me.. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111296817793554194?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111296817793554194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111296817793554194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111296817793554194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111296817793554194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/huli.html' title='huli...'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111278412835327719</id><published>2005-04-06T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T03:42:08.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aray!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha sa wakas nakauwi na ko!!! Nagugutom na ko.. makakain nga mamaya ng kaunti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay ang saya na nakakapagod ng araw na ito! Naghatid na naman ako ng mga bata sa Mayfield(bago mag Makro para dun sa mga nakakaalam) para sa kanilang swimming lesson. Huwaaaaaa...sumama si mama kanina! Nanood siya sandali tapos umalis din kasi may pagdinig pa siyang pupntahan. Ang sarap pa rin talaga magbasa ng aklat na ingles lalo na kapag ika'y nalulumbay sa iyong madramang buhay! Wahehehe... Biruin mo di ko na namalayan ung oras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap talagang sumakay pauwi lalo na sa gantong araw. Ang trapik trapik na nga may nadisgrasya pa! Hay naku... Ang hirap hirap din mag-abang ng byaheng paAntipolo. Karamihan kasi ng mga dumadaang pampasaherong sasakyan ay patungong Angono o kaya naman ay Binangonan. Idagdag mo pa ang init na hinahatid ng araw twing sasapit ang ika-10 ng umaga...  Iniisip ko pa lang pinagpapawisan na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarap na sanang magpahinga pagkauwi namin, aalis din naman ako ng mga alas 3 ng hapon para sa walang sawa kong pag-aaral. Kahit papano ay nakaiglip ako mga 15 minuto... Ang tagal ano? Nagising kasi ako ng wala sa oras at di na nakaiglip muli.Pagdating dun sa Powerplay, nagpraktis muna ako tapos nun pinatugtog na ako ng aking magaling na guro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaw!Ang sakit na ng kamay ko, mahigit kumulang 3 araw na kong tumutugtog at ang aking mga kalyo sa daliri ay natatakpan muli ng panibagong kalyo.Kung kahapon daliri lang ang inererelamo ko, ngayong buong kaliwang kamay na.Aba nakakangawit atang gumamit ng bar chords ano.Lalo na't di ka pa gaanong sanay. *sigh* Pero mabilis naman akong nasanay at bale wala na ang sakit na iyon. Talagang nasisiyahan ako sa ginagawa ko, sana di na to matapos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111278412835327719?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111278412835327719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111278412835327719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111278412835327719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111278412835327719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/aray.html' title='Aray!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111275852673539212</id><published>2005-04-06T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:37:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subsob?!!?!</title><content type='html'>Wala lang... Ehehehe nalululong na ata ako sa bawal na gamot ay este sa gitara! ^^;; di ako addict ha... Wahahaha!!! Gulo na ng schedule ko lately, kaya eto di na makatulog. DI ko kasi malaman ang gagawin... Huwaaaaa... masakit na ang mga daliri ko sa kapipindot ng mga susi sa keyboard na ito, bukod pa ang walang sawa kong pagdiin sa bawat string ng aking pinakamamahal na gitara. Grabeeeeeeeeee............... Sakit na talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana naman pansinin na ko ng taong pinakaiirog ng aking puso't kaluluwa(huwaw!ang lalim nun ah!) wahehehehe... Para sa taong iyon, sana kilala mo kung sino ka...Miss na miss na po kita at sana'y pansinin at patawarin mo na ako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe painit na ng painit ang laban ay este summer. Di ko malaman ang dapat paghandaan, ang pagdating ba ng aking ama galing sa ibang bansa o ang kinatatakutan kong pagsusulit para sa mga unebersidad na balak kong pasukan sa kolehiyo. Hay.. masyado akong natataranta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111275852673539212?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111275852673539212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111275852673539212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111275852673539212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111275852673539212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/subsob.html' title='Subsob?!!?!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111261549930281463</id><published>2005-04-04T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T04:51:39.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day!</title><content type='html'>Kamusta! Wala lang!! Grabe ang init na noh? Parang ang sarap tuloy magswimming, speaking of which nagswimming ung mga kapatid ko kanina. Swimming lessons ba*tawa*! Aba puro tubig na ata utak ng mga un eh! Isipin mo ba naman mga 7:30 kami pumunta, eh 8:00 pa ung lesson nila?! Huwaw!! Ang aga namin!! Mas nauna pa kami dun sa teachers! Palibhasa mga atat tong mga kapatid ko, ginawa pa kong yayo(sabagay binabayaran naman ako dito).. Ehehehehe... Hayun, pagdating ng mga guro nila nagsilusong na ang mga bata sa tubig! Ano na nangyari sa akin? Wala. Nakaupo sa isang upuan malapit sa pool at nakikipagkwentuhan kay ate.. uhm.. ano nga ba pangalan nya? *sweatdrops* nakalimutan ko itanong!! Ahahaha!!! Pagkatapos ng swimming, agad-agad ko namang inuwi ang mga bata at nagpahinga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe na to!! 1st day ng guitar lessons ko! Hindi naman sa hindi ako marunong, gusto ko lang mas lumago ang kaalaman ko sa instrumentong ito. Oras na para ipakita sa mga kasamahan ko na may talento rin ako sa musika! Ang drama ko ano? Oo? Hahaha!! Matagal na! Grabe umalis ako ng bahay mga alas tres ng hapon, sa pag-aakala na matraffic tapos un hindi naman pala. Hayun! 30 minuto ako nakatunganga sa Powerplay, nakatingin kila sir Rurick at ang kanyang cute na cute na estudyante *blush* Oh wag ka munang magreact! Sabi ko cute lang, di ko crush. Hahaha!! Nakita ko ung panyo nya sa sahig, kaya naisip ko na iabot kaso ang nangyari, natabig ko pa ung cymbals at muntikan na syang mabagsakan! *OMG* buti na lang at nasalo ng balikat ko! Maya't - maya nalaman na lang namin ni sir na black belter pala sa karate un! Nagbiruan tuloy kami! Ahahaha!!! Matapos iyon ay sa wakas oras ko na! Magsisimula na sana ako ng biglang nakita ko uli ung panyo nya, nyak! Naiwan na naman nya?! Hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binigyan ako ng exercises para sa daliri ko. Huwaw! Epektibo! Parang kayang-kaya ko na maglead o base!(ang HANGIN!) Barahin daw ba ang sarili? Wahehehe... Tapos ng basics, tinuruan ako ng bagong awit na ang pamagat ay Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Ang galeng ni sir Rurick! Pinakinggan lang nya at on the spot nilapatan ng chords!! Huwaw!!! Idol!!! Ikinagagalak kong maging estudyante mo!!!!! Nyahahahaha!!!!! Ayun, tas wala na uwian na!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas may lesson na naman ako! Excited na ko!!!! Wahooooo!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111261549930281463?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111261549930281463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111261549930281463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111261549930281463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111261549930281463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/1st-day.html' title='1st day!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111243837094501411</id><published>2005-04-02T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T02:39:30.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>It's been a long day today... Curse that Bruce Lee film that we watched yesterday! It kept us awake til 12 am!! Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is full of work.. First we went to our dentist to get our teeth cleaned. It took us a whopping 2 hours to do so?!?! Gee, we finished at exactly 12, meaning we need to eat lunch. So we then went to Sta.Lucia to eat. I had chicken(again), then mom enrolled me at Powerplay for another hell lesson with oh I don't need to tell ya. A little shopping and browsing for my electric guitar(yay mom said she's gonna buy me a new e.guitar!!), then we went to Mapedes or if that's the name of that place to enroll my sister. She wants to play the violin so yeah(it's expensive dude). On the other hand, my little brother doesn't want to be left out so we went to Lozada's swimming lessons and enrolled him. *sighs* This is gonna give me a really hectic schedule this summer. I'm goin to have my usual Tennis practice everyday, then gonna bring the kids to their swimming lessons afterwards take them home, then I have to go again for me to attend to my lessons. Gee, this sched will be starting on Monday, yeah Monday, meaning I gotta hell of summer vacation. ok ja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111243837094501411?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111243837094501411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111243837094501411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111243837094501411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111243837094501411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111235779266732326</id><published>2005-04-01T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T04:16:32.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again!!</title><content type='html'>Ahahaha!! A'last after half a month of not updating, here I am!!! Yes, I am back! Well sorry just been lazy to update my blog(as if anyone reads).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's vacation now and o'course I have a lot of free time now(woohooo more time for music and arts!). I'm planning to look for a job this summer while taking guitar lessons and a bit of reviewing for the upcoming entrance exams.. Ehehehe.. At least I'm trying to use my time wisely,right? Hmm... well been busy drawing these past days. Gee I didn't know that drawing a portrait of a real person can torture me! Yes it is very torturing,especially for a beginner like me. Well I'm trying my best to do so, and I will not stop until I reached my goal, and that is to perfect 'her' portrait before 'her' birthday. Oooops!! Gtg already!! Need to finish my sketch~! Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111235779266732326?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111235779266732326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111235779266732326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111235779266732326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111235779266732326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-again.html' title='Back again!!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111079619329972470</id><published>2005-03-14T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T02:29:53.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my death day...?</title><content type='html'>Hello.... I feel rather sad today even though Faith and the others greeted me at school this morning. I don't know why, but I think I'll appreciate it if only a few knows about this day. I don't want the whole school to know what day this is for me. I'd rather be alone.. I surely appreciate Faith who greeted me first thing in the morning and I could say na kahit sya na lang ang bumati sa akin at school eh ok na ko. *sighs* on the contrary, I'm feelin rather disappointed..? I know that I shouldn't expect something from 'her' even a single hello or hi... She totally forgot this day I guess... Anyway this is just a short update. I still have a lots of things to do so yeah..Sayonara aishita taisetsuna hito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111079619329972470?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111079619329972470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111079619329972470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111079619329972470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111079619329972470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-death-day.html' title='my death day...?'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111071661417426274</id><published>2005-03-13T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T04:23:34.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahoo!!</title><content type='html'>Haha!! A'last!! Mom bought me my highcut chucks!!! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!! *dances around* Phew.. 'Tis a late update about the "family day" last, well yesterday. The night before that, mom came barging into my room carrying a red folded shirt that she bought just now from ever. It's a plain red hangten casual wear, I was about to say something to her but then I forgot what to say so I decided that I would rather say it to her the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day... Saturday morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at exactly 7 am. And a'last I remembered the thing that I was supposed to say to ma last night, it was our family day shcedule, we were supposed to be there by 9 in the morning. Mom needed to cancel all her appoinments by then and we all went to my school wearing red shirts. Gee I think if we sat together we could've exploded due to the over redness of our clothes. The first part of the family day was really boring, so I decided to join Jet and the others practice at the III- Galilee room. Luckily no one heard us play. I think we stayed there for atleast half of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program continued, this time it was their intermission number. There were three bands waiting there, well all are 3rd year students, the first band was the Slapdash band. First they played "Bulong" by Kitchie Nadal and man Abeth was so great!! The next song was "Suntok sa Buwan", well it's Ann's turn to sing...and it was terrible I tell you! Then Elmo and Tweetybirds band played afterwards. All went well I guess. But there was this particular person that caught my attention in the whole program, I swear she was really cute wearing that maong palda. Haha!! I couldn't take my eyes off her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunchbreak, the teachers proceeded to the program and played games with us. The next thing I know is that she came back from their house wearing khaki pants and a black shirt,but hey she's still cute as ever!! xD.. gahh... I really enjoyed the event after the whole program in which me and 'her' went onto bugging each other. We were like overpowering each other's voice while saying some things bout our bdays,which are both near, and ended up talking bout what kind of gifts do we like to recieve and the unforgettable prom night. Our parents said "di ba ang ganda at ang gwapo nila nung gabing un?" and we went both in chorus "eh? di ba wala naman tayo nung prom?nagjamming kami eh!!" ending up in tons of laughter. Oh well we went to Sta.Lucia afterwards to celebrate my upcoming birthday.Well so much for an unprogressive day. Ja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111071661417426274?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111071661417426274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111071661417426274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111071661417426274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111071661417426274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/03/wahoo.html' title='wahoo!!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-111031562441619254</id><published>2005-03-09T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:00:24.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so...</title><content type='html'>First and foremost,&lt;br /&gt;Belated happy birthday to the following:&lt;br /&gt;Nika,last march 5&lt;br /&gt;Jan, last march 6&lt;br /&gt;and my all time favorite ate,ate Sab, kahapon lang! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so there now let's proceed to my journal..xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heya! It's been a long time I guess or was it just short?.. gah who cares!Anyway this is just a quick update. Lemme see,well since thursday nothing eventful happened,really, well excpet for my friend's JS prom last march 5.Well I've been staying up late lately,as in late..spelled as L-A-T-E..I haven't got enough sleep and I believe that I'm losing blood little by little (xD). I've been doin some stuffs for my 4th year friends, namely their computer exams and projects?! Sheez, if they weren't close to me I wouldn't have made them those things.I've done at least 120 web pages(so far) and Im still doing some,so yeah I'm busy and hungry.. *yawns* well I better sleep now, at least an hour of sleep will make a small difference. And oh I forgot, we, the CATs have some training to attend to later on. Ja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-111031562441619254?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/111031562441619254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=111031562441619254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111031562441619254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/111031562441619254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-so.html' title='And so...'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110879269014774492</id><published>2005-02-19T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:00:03.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh look I made a poem</title><content type='html'>Well I dunno.. out of boredom I guess I made a poem... it's nonsense I tell you but hey just wanna share it..then tell me what you think bout it I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me how could I forget &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I forget all those memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your laughter and voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I forget?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I was ready,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ready to love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then when &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;came back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew at once,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I am still in love with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pain I feel everytime I see you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The agony I feel whenever you are near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't bear to see you with someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't bear to see you anywhere else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to be with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even as just your &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And love you silently 'til the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll just be here waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting 'til all reaches end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Warik! I'm not really good at writing stuffs.. I just felt like sharing..so yeah.. Ja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110879269014774492?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110879269014774492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110879269014774492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110879269014774492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110879269014774492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-look-i-made-poem_19.html' title='Oh look I made a poem'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110862653548986839</id><published>2005-02-17T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:52:47.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>close call</title><content type='html'>gaaahh! Whatta day! We were forbidden to go to the auditorium unless there is an official program! Geeeez!! How're we gonna survive a day without our tambayan?! Well anyway,even if &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;are forbidden to go there.. *evil grin* we still stayed there! Hahaha!! Of course we'll go no matter what 'cause we're the 'pasawayz'. Besides we don't give a damn bout what Mrs.Lindo said,even if she is the supervisor of our school, we don't freakin care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go up there at recess,but I had second thoughts bout doing so I stayed in our canteen and waited for our vacant hour. As usual,we just played basketball and volleyball while some of our classmates went to the other canteen outside. Afterwards,we went to our A.P. class,to my surprise we had another quiz!!? Gah well atleast I passed this one,unlike what I did yesterday. Lunch break,we went to the auditorium(me,Jake,Harwin). I thought we were the only 'pasaways' there,heh but then Camille and Victoria and some first year students were there aswell. Gah at that time I hadn't ate anything at all,not even a single piece of bread. We stayed there for the whole lunch break and did our &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;, which is what I said in my previous update. Sheez &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;do that almost &lt;em&gt;everyday &lt;/em&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino class,we hurried going to our class and I swear I know we smell like smoke. I went to the girls c.r. to borrow perfume from Lean or Mae,or anyone who has perfume there! I was like standing like stone inside there when Mae came.&lt;br /&gt;Mae: &lt;em&gt;"..Brigitte! Nagyosi ka ba?! Amoy na amoy eh!"... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitte:&lt;em&gt;"nge?! Mae di ako nagyosi ha!"... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt;"actually Mae ako ung naamoy nyo eh...amoy na amoy ba?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae:&lt;em&gt;"oo kaya! dun pa lang sa labas naamoy ko na eh!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhes:&lt;em&gt;"Renz bakit kasi naninigarilyo ka pa? eh it's bad for your health you know?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt;"di lang naman ako ah! pati si Jake no!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mae:&lt;em&gt;"ah...kaya pala nagtatanong siya kanina kung sino may pabango.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ end of conversation --------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew... atleast Lean's perfume covered the smell of smoke.. That was really close,but not as close as what &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;experienced back there at the auditorium after our English class. We had no plan of going to our T.L.E class so we went straight to the audi,there we found some senior students playing volleyball. Jake asked ate Leigh if she wants to join us in doing our &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;, she said no but Roanne on the other hand yelled at us and said to call her when there's only a little left. So we proceeded unto doin our business up there. We even went to the control room, watching their game when Ramelyn and Aziel pointed at us muttering some words. At that point,we realized that Aziel is a student council officer! &lt;em&gt;Damn! &lt;/em&gt;I said to myself.. We were on the verge of panicing when she brought out a pen and notebook and Ram even asked what section are we in. I swear we were cursing under our breath. Just then,Roanne came and took my &lt;em&gt;yosi &lt;/em&gt;and then she said that those two were just kidding us. Good thing they were,or else we are doomed.. Hah!! That was really really close y'know! Only Jake and the seniors know that I smoke. I thought we were done for back there. Thank heavens we're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now I'm drinking beer in celebration of that event! I just hope that &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;won't kill me for doing so!!*cheers* Ja ne!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110862653548986839?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110862653548986839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110862653548986839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110862653548986839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110862653548986839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/02/close-call.html' title='close call'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110855631539084357</id><published>2005-02-16T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T04:18:35.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just not my day today</title><content type='html'>tsk.. I had a great start today,really great great start. I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning. Everything was right(I do mean everything).and I was even excited today because it's our P.E. day. Well I did the usual things that I do,even chemistry class looked good to me.Heh,although when it came to geometry I did something I shouldn't really do.I skipped classes..ehe...ehe...ehe...*scratches the back of his head* By that time I was talking to a friend of mine via cellphone,well I must use my 24/7 call n text card as much as possible you know! We were talkin happily 'til Lyra,Gerard and JC came to the auditorium to play volleyball. Sheez! Eversince they came up there I started to 'lose' my concentration in talking. Hah! They even bothered to tease me,like Lyra, she said &lt;em&gt;"aba telebabad si renz ah! Sino kausap,girlfriend?" &lt;/em&gt;then of course I denied &lt;em&gt;"kaibigan ko lang noh! kaw naman!"&lt;/em&gt; then we all laughed like a bunch of idiots,and I needed to drop the call in order for me to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. class, we were all sitting in the classroom waiting for Ms.Yanah to enter the room. I even saw her when we were walking in the corridors and asked her about what we'll do in her class today..&lt;em&gt;"Ihanda nyo mga notebook nyo.." "eh bakit? di ba tayo maglalaro ng kahit ano ngayon?"..&lt;/em&gt;that was the only thing that we talked about. When she got there, she asked us to bring out our notebooks 'cause we're gonna do some stupid research work for the rules of basketball. We said in chorus &lt;em&gt;"Eh meron na di ba?!Binigay nyo na sa min!"... "meron na ba?wala pa eh!"... "meron na nga eh!! ang kulit ni ma'am oh!"..&lt;/em&gt;After that she sighed and said that we're gonna play basketball.YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a tiring game of basketball and volleyball, we went to our A.P. class.. Hell with that class! We had a quiz, and I haven't reviewed a single crap yet!! Geeez!! As a result I got 6/15. Luck is still by my side I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch break,we(me,Jake,and Harwin) went to the auditorium,ending up with some 4th yr. students. Well you can't guess what we were doin there,aside from having our lunch and a little chat. After eating,well we went to do our so called &lt;em&gt;'bisyo'&lt;/em&gt;,which is not good for your health, I guess you've guessed it by now ne? It's not as if it's my first time to do it there,gah we've done the same in our earlier break. I just wish that my guess isn't right,I'm turning back into that person which  I was back then.. I hope &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;doesn't kill me. I swear we smell like..ugh..smoke?.. Tsk I should've brought some alcohol with me to lessen the smell of smoke,good thing Jake brought some with him and candies as well.. phew... Jake,your my savior! After that,the classes after lunch were quite boring especially Filipino. Atleast in T.L.E we did something, that basket out of paper folds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day,I was expecting something like our club practice in which was announced in every year level. I was really eager for that meeting y'know.. then after half an hour of waiting ni hindi man lang dumating si ma'am Ga?! Damn! I was so disappointed! I'm just sorry cause I did a thing that I shouldn't do,well I didn't mean to like ignore ate Faith.. I was just to disappointed and pissed at the same time that I didn't even bothered to look at her when she said bye. Oh well, I guess life goes on...right?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110855631539084357?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110855631539084357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110855631539084357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110855631539084357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110855631539084357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-not-my-day-today.html' title='just not my day today'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110846382589545667</id><published>2005-02-15T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T02:47:37.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palibre Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eow!!Another day just passed.. Hmm this is rather the most 'expensive' day of my life... Rawr... Everything started 'normal'.Atleast I've regained my interest in chemistry,when I thought that I was already destined to fail in that subject!*chuckles* I guess it's because the lesson was really really easy! I can even answer even with my eyes closed!Hehe... A little improvement for me.. yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm.... Do you wonder why my title is 'Palibre Day'? It's because... lets just say that I bought some food and drinks for some people at our breaktime,and I swear this was my most expensive day.. Gah... I have no money left!! *sob* It's all because of those 4th year girls,the 'Murfox' berks... I just gave Faith a hello bar and they went like "how bout us?where's our chocolates?" *sighs* I had no choice but to buy them some..*teary eyes*rawr tas jezelle even said "palibre naman ng mentos oh"*falls anime style* and of course I bought her some mentos as well.*sigh* I spent all my money for them,I'm such a pushover.. u_u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;English Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ngok we asked the Galilee section what they did in Eng class, and guess what... those idiots made our teacher mad. Damn!III - Bethany,get ready to feel the wrath of ma'am Aimee *sweatdrops*.... Well that was what we all expected at that hour,the good thing was she's cool with us and she even shared a devotion with us. Man I swear that was the most beautiful devotion that I heard,well for now. The bad thing is,we only have a month and a half to be with her,yeah she's gonna go bye bye next year... wahhh what will happen to our future if ma'am Aimee leaves?! What'll happen to our most intresting subject?! Noooooooooo *cries* T_T..Ma'am Aims,promise magbabakabait na ako wag ka lang umalis!! *kneels down and begs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- - - - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all folks.... *bugs bunny laugh* Ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110846382589545667?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110846382589545667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110846382589545667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110846382589545667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110846382589545667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/02/palibre-day.html' title='Palibre Day!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110837210157095085</id><published>2005-02-14T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:08:21.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Konnichiwa minna-san!Ah today wasn't a good day for me,know why? Cause it's Valentines!So yeah first of all I would like to greet Riyeth,Mai,Faith,Crissa Faith,Lean,Rizza,Tel,Magne,Mae,Kate,Kathleen,Monette,Chabe,Lyra,Brigitte,Karissa,Maree,Karina and many more gals ( XD ) and guys around my world, a Happy Valentines day!! Nyahaha!!Geeezzz.....That's a lot of girls though *drools*... *snaps back into reality*  ehem.. excuse me for being too dreamy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok,what did happen today that I need to elaborate?Well nothing really,I guess I just want to share some of the 'events' that happened to my boring life XD. Basically it's Valentines so yeah I gave out a lot of chocolate among the girls!! XD!! Damn if you only saw the looks of those guys who were 'courting' those girls,they looked as if they're ready to kill!! *sweatdrops and hides behind .... Riyeth for no reason* nyahaha!!The supposed to be 'white' rose that I bought was delivered to me as a 'red' one. Damn I didn't payed a hundred bucks for the thing that I haven't ordered!Oh well might as well give it to... to... OMG!! Who on earth was I gonna give it to again?!*thinks**rethinks**syntax error occured**runs around panicing**bumps against the wall* x_X;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O_o oh yeah before I forgot...My english class sucks today... Wahhh!!! Why on earth would I write poems about love?!Grrr...if it weren't for the improvement of my so called 'grades' I wouldn't even bother writing a letter! Geee and there goes patricia and jessica who asked a favor.... RAWR!!! Why can't I say 'NO'?! Man I'm sooooo sooooo sooooo weak against women esp against their tears!! Waahhhhh!! So I ended up writing three different kinds of poem just for an hour! Geee...Do I look like as if I'm a poet?! Hell no!!! I don't even have a talent to write poems!!Gahhh......I'm just a stupid bum relying on my trustworthy classmates whenever there is a test or quiz in our subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*clears his throat* Oh yeah know what?! I succeeded unto giving a big big big(well not really big...you know the biggest size of toblerone?well that's it)bar of toblerone to Crissa Faith a.k.a Riyeth # 2!! Woohooo!!!!!! Hehe I needed to give her sister one 'Hello' bar for her to react in a 'why-didn't-you-gave-me-one?' manner... Nyahahahaha!!!By the way, I don't have a date *sobs sobs*..... Oh well life goes on.Sheez g2g!! Ja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110837210157095085?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110837210157095085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110837210157095085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110837210157095085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110837210157095085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110829524761969307</id><published>2005-02-13T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T06:42:57.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting tired of this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How long have I been gone?..Geeez.. I'm here blabbering some crap outta my head.. Isn't this such a waste of your time,for you to read nothing but my ranting or such sensless blabbering?Oh well...My life ain't goin anywhere.As a matter of fact &lt;strong&gt;nothing &lt;/strong&gt;is happening. Geez what will happen if she knows that I still have some feelings for her although she cleared things already. Oh well,it doesn't matter anyway and besides I don't want to ruin the one last thing that binds us together,our &lt;em&gt;friendship&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sheeezz... The days are surely passing by quick eh?Tomorrow is already Valentines and I don't have a date!Hehe...I bought a chocolate shaped rose,and I am expecting it by tomorrow.I don't know to whom I should give it to!Hey Riyeth!Mind if I give it to you instead?=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah... Mom found out bout that I lied to her about the amount of money that we need to pay for the JS prom,instead of 800 I said that we needed to pay 1000.I thought she would never knew,damn I should've burned that paper. I swear I should've burned it along with my failed test papers so she wouldn't know. It's not like I doesn't want her to know bout my failed exam papers,I just didn't want to tell her yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far,I'm an accident free zone.Oh yeah, it's gettin late now.. I better sleep or else mom'll kill me!Hey people,Happy Valentines to all!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110829524761969307?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110829524761969307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110829524761969307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110829524761969307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110829524761969307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-getting-tired-of-this.html' title='I&apos;m getting tired of this...'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110464325448508657</id><published>2005-01-02T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T21:23:37.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>Well hello there my trustworthy blog.. Hehe.. well I'm not here to elaborate anything about my activities last week I'm just here to tell that I'm going crazy over slapshock. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn me slowly and spin me around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cut me open til I hear sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then tomorrow fill my sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you wallow then I'll follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Refrain:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can never be without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will hold you and never doubt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come much closer so I can feel you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scar on my skin now that I found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You think you understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I lose my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was thinking of giving up sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you walk away I got a lot to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how much it kills me everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm here in this place wasting my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finding some holes to free up my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here beside you, with good intention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I need now is your obsession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;repeat Refrain and chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heal my wounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So wild your emotions run in deep inside my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No time to walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No reason for me to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up in this place, so let me go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;repeat bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;repeat chorus 2x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha!! I love this song and the other one called Misterio from their newest album Novena. This song is the one called Without You that is from their first album "Back to the 2 inch"... Rock on Slapshock! \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110464325448508657?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110464325448508657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110464325448508657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110464325448508657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110464325448508657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2005/01/without-you_02.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110402130196945022</id><published>2004-12-26T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T16:35:01.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamamasko Po!!!</title><content type='html'>Ehm we like weoke up late due to some activities on christmas eve which expectingly delayed our travel to Bulacan. Nyah surely I got some hangover due to alcoholic drinks that I purposely drank but due to Yumi I didn't finished.. argh she threatens me that she will go drunk herself in her illed condition, which I don't want her to do. errrrrr.. Well then the road was way cleared of traffic so we had no problems and even reached our destined place within an hour of driving. Cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha well we went to BUlacan to well get our so called aguinaldos. haha as expected I didn't recieved much cause malaki na daw ako and yeah some of my cousins too which ehm made us a lil upset. Oh well.. Overall was a great day just tiring. So yeah ja ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110402130196945022?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110402130196945022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110402130196945022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110402130196945022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110402130196945022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/12/mamamasko-po.html' title='Mamamasko Po!!!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110402097321560452</id><published>2004-12-26T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T16:29:33.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parteh!!(still late update)</title><content type='html'>The day before the party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Gitte kelan ka bibili ng pangregalo mo?"&lt;br /&gt;Gitte: " mamaya after class. Bibili kami ni Janie ng pangregalo sa Sta.Lucia"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " ahh... ano favor naman oh.."&lt;br /&gt;Gitte: " ano yun?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "pwede bang ibili mo ko ng pangregalo para kay Janie?" *blush*&lt;br /&gt;Gitte: "pwedeng pwede.. pero teka sira ka ba?! Kasama ko siya mamaya!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "eh.. ok lang un.. magpalusot ka na lang! please?"&lt;br /&gt;Gitte: "Ok.. pera?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "oh eto na po"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am Dec 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtext ako kay Gitte kung anong oras sila papasok, kasi karamihan ay absent nung umaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oi anong oras kayo papasok?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Papunta na kami dyan sa school. Oi di ko nabalot ung pangrealo mo kay Janie, kinulang kasi eh.Ok lang ba?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oo naman ok lang. Abay bilisan nyo na!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Abay teka lang ok?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Opo opo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehm tapos mga kalahating oras after nun dumating na sila tapos inabot sakin ni Gitte ung pangregalo ko kay Maree, un eh nung umalis na si Maree papunta sa kabilang room. Normal classes kami hanggang 3 pero di nagklase ang karamihan pwera sa music na hawak ni ma'am Galilee. Tapos un.. nung lunch binigay ko kay Maree yung gift ko tapos umalis kami at tumambay sa corridor ng 2nd floor. Gah afterwards dumaan si Maree tapos nag thanks. Tapos nun di ko na sasabihin ung iba!! Haha naging masay po ang parteh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110402097321560452?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110402097321560452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110402097321560452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110402097321560452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110402097321560452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-partehstill-late-update.html' title='Christmas Parteh!!(still late update)'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110401920657142815</id><published>2004-12-26T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T16:00:06.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip (late update)</title><content type='html'>5:00 am saturday december 18, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cellphone went crazy on alarm. I woke up 10 past 5... geeeeeeeeeeeeee and I when I think that the service will pick me up on time, it didn't so yeah mom came to my rescue and drove me to school. Atleast she drove me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be departure time......but hell our adviser mr.Abraham Cantor WAS late.. Gee of all the people that we wanted to see late why was it sir Abe?!? Gah my respect was decreased due to that. We were holding our fist to him saying things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classmate 1:"Where's sir Abe?! He's supposed to be earlier than us!"&lt;br /&gt;classmate 2: "Who knows?! Let's just beat him up for being late!!"&lt;br /&gt;teacher Aims: "si sir Abe talaga pa VIP"&lt;br /&gt;me : "gah!!! ang feeling naman nya! ano kala nya sa sarili nya VIP?!"&lt;br /&gt;classmate 3: "Pwes dun sya nagkamali!! Iwan na  yan!"&lt;br /&gt;teacher Aims: " bleh, kung pwede nga lang eh. Nagtext sabi hintayin daw siya."&lt;br /&gt;me: "argh... !@$#%&amp;*^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Abe comes into the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Abs: "sorry nalate ako. May tinawagan pa ko sa dorm eh.."&lt;br /&gt;ALL: "Sir tayo na lang ang bus dito!!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 am was when we atleast left the school compound. -_-; geee of all the people.. Ehm anyway we reached our destinantion at exact 8:00 am.. Wow it was like way early that's cause there was no traffic along the way, to think that it was Clark Pampanga. Hahaha I won't elaborate anything from here all I can say was that we enjoyed staying there especially at fontana. And uhm ofcourse spending time with...... *blush* hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110401920657142815?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110401920657142815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110401920657142815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110401920657142815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110401920657142815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/12/field-trip-late-update.html' title='Field Trip (late update)'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110306697581758186</id><published>2004-12-15T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T01:52:16.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rawr~~</title><content type='html'>dahil sa kakulangan ko sa tulog napagisisp isip ko na tama lang na magwala ako ngayon! ang mga bagay na sasabihin ko dito ngayon ay para DUN SA MGA TAO na kilala nyo na sarili nyo mga bwisit sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tang na, wala na talaga kayong maggawang matino noh?! PAti ba naman bestfriend ko patulan pa? Alam nyo kung sino kayo, mga leche humanda kayo sa kin dahil iisa isahin ko kayo bago magfield trip at siguradong mawawala kayo sa araw na iyon! Nakakainis na kayo eh! Sobra na! Pinagpasensyahan ko na kayo sa loob ng pagkatagal tagal tapos ganto, siraan na? mga ungas mga gago,ngayon lang ako nagalit ng ganto na talgang gusto ko na kayong patayin sa school mismo sa harap ng prinsipal para matapos na ito once and for all!! DAMN YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pwede lang sana akongmagmura ng buong araw ginawa ko na, but yealch it's not my nature to do so. I've been cold and calm with you guys, but what? Damn you pushed me to the limit and now I wanna end everything... bullshit. Hindi ko lang mailabas ang galit ko sa inyo dahil maraming madadamay lalo na sa room natin nasira ko tuloy yung armchair sa isang room.... argh............ Ang init ng ulo ko today!!! bwisit talaga!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110306697581758186?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110306697581758186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110306697581758186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110306697581758186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110306697581758186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/12/rawr.html' title='rawr~~'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110306229216814317</id><published>2004-12-15T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T14:11:32.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>err.. i don't think i need an update</title><content type='html'>-_- &lt;a href="mailto:!#!@%#@$"&gt;!#!@%#@$&lt;/a&gt;@# i haven't got any good sleep so yeah........ no updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110306229216814317?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110306229216814317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110306229216814317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110306229216814317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110306229216814317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/12/err-i-dont-think-i-need-update.html' title='err.. i don&apos;t think i need an update'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110258295407003808</id><published>2004-12-09T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:02:34.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeee!!</title><content type='html'>Hah! At last our so called "sacrificial dinner" ended today!! Woohoo!! We played badminton for hal the day then after lunch all the choir members were pulled outta their classes (and I say that it's a very good relief haha!) gah we practiced with the theater group for their handmime..and guess what.... IT WAS REALLY TIRING! To be the only MALE soprano in a group consisted of 3 girls and a boy, it was like Heaven and earth! Heaven 'cause these girls are oh so pretty.. *drools* but earth 'cause I was singing a super duper high note that I sounded like a girl myself.. AHH!! the horror! And then in the next song I was placed with the altos (ah..I am placed everywhere..why the hell is this happening to me?!) which was a good rest for my voice that is now singing low notes.. After two hours of non-stop practice with the theater group, alast Ma'am Galilee gave us an hour to spare.. phew when I thought that all was inevitable, atlast REST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the practice, we (me and 3 other gals) went out to buy strepsils and somehow we ended up eating in Tropical.. gah I needed to borrow some money to my classmate..gah... Ehm and know what? The lady in the counter was 'oh-so-terrifying' it's like my friend said "ay wala na" and then she arched a brow at us, she didn't meant to sayit but the lady heard it.. and yeah when she brought us our potato chips she like bumped my friend, if my friend hadn't looked at her she wouldn't even say sorry! Argh.. my blood was boiling like hell.. good thing I have my manners and decided not to make any bold move that will put us in mayhem. Hah lucky her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em back to our school, it was exactly 4 o'clock pm. We practiced once more til the clock striked 5, and it's time to get dressed. Good thing I brought my clothes with me and note, we were supposed to dress formal.. so I brought my black slacks and my longsleeved polo. Then after dressing up my girl classmates went into shock when they saw me in that formal suit of mine.. and I went like 'what? first time to see a young man dressed formally?' gah... and what worsen things up is when they said that I am handsome in that formal get up.. grrr... I was feeling an inevitable surge of emotions that I wanted to broke a window.. gah I don't want people saying things bout me wether it's good or bad, I don't care just don't say anything about me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program started at exactly 6 and went up to 10 pm.. ahh.. the horrifying coldness of the weather was sooooooo unimaginable... gah we were like sitting ducks waiting for us to present. Anyway it was a very tiring night so when I came home.. I collapsed. as in went like zzzzZZZzzz... haha!! well anyway I gtg so see ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110258295407003808?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110258295407003808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110258295407003808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110258295407003808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110258295407003808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/12/weeee.html' title='Weeee!!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110151903438075407</id><published>2004-11-27T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T01:57:34.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>errrr.. what a life</title><content type='html'>jeeez.. when was the last time that I updated my blog? *shrugs* oh well no one's reading this anyway so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah these past few weeks my eye sight has been blurring badly that I needed to wear my glasses frequently, not to mention the inevitable migraine that keeps on bugging me. Argh I can't pressure myself on thinking,I can't get mad and I can't feel anything much, cause too much surge of emotions may trigger my headache. Gah we visited our family's optamoligist to rather find that my left eye has what you call astigmatism and has a grade of 150 then my right eye has a grade of 100... damn I just don't want to wear my glasses, but doing so might end up to a lot more serious eye problems... tsk... can I just go blind? or how bout wearing contact lenses?.. *sighs* to add up on the problem we just visited our family pediatrician and know what? He just told me to watch my sugar intake cause my blood sugar is rising badly.. But hell... I don't even take much sugar! I barely eat sweets! Gah..and just now I realized that my family have a diabetis history in my granfather's time.. so yeah I might become diabetic too.. much more I have a bad knee injury, I can't remember how but yeah my knee is aching badly.. and I can't walk well either, so no badminton and basketball for me.. poor me.. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right I got the results of my grades.. and it was horrible..  this is my card..&lt;br /&gt;1st 2nd&lt;br /&gt;Filipino 75 82&lt;br /&gt;English 82 86&lt;br /&gt;Science 84 79&lt;br /&gt;Math 80 82&lt;br /&gt;MSEP 80 77&lt;br /&gt;TEPP 81 81&lt;br /&gt;History 82 80&lt;br /&gt;V.E. 89 90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.. and my ranking went lower from 23rd to 24th... oh well life goes on.. Our field trip is coming near but first we must overcome our "Sacrificial Dinner" that'll be on the 3rd of december that is on Friday already.. and we haven't finished practicing our piece yet.. Tsk we all need that grade and excemption from our music examination... gah.. just thinking of it makes my head hurts, how bout more if we... tsk enough thinking already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since last last last Sunday I'm feeling a lot more better, and I am goin to study a lot more harder, since I need to do something with my grades.. But due to my horrible schedule I might have a hard time doing so. Oh right, we are going to celebrate my dad's bday to day so yeah I can't stay online the whole day.. poor me... anyways.. this post is horribly long now.. ack!! I need to update my fanfictions!!! x_x gah.. maybe I'll post memories instead... haha.. our original work.. *laughs* this'll be fun.. and I'm lookin forward to go to school cause of.. HIMITSU DESU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!! I'm proud to be a part of III-Bethany!!! ehm or  no? Judea Rulez!!!! haha but hey I was in Samaria last year.. but argh!!! Carmel Rulez!!! hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110151903438075407?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110151903438075407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110151903438075407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110151903438075407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110151903438075407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/11/errrr-what-life.html' title='errrr.. what a life'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110060783872606823</id><published>2004-11-16T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T04:23:58.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog update ~_~</title><content type='html'>Gah...... I totally forgot to update my blog.. as if anyone is reading this junk.. Oh well... Nothing really happened at all. Well Ragnarok has endd yesterday and now they're repeating the whole series again. blah if I knew that ABS will do that I should've not watched each and every episodes. Sheez... made my part in memories really quick as in "copy and paste" speed.. muhuhahahaha!! I called two persons today.. Karina and Leah.. well... hell.. bell... o_o; my right leg sucks cause of it's sprain.. ack can't move it!! It hurts!! x.O;; oh well gotta go! Ja!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110060783872606823?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110060783872606823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110060783872606823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110060783872606823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110060783872606823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-update.html' title='blog update ~_~'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-110008730833601809</id><published>2004-11-10T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T03:48:28.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.... bored........</title><content type='html'>I'm bored! Ok that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-110008730833601809?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/110008730833601809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=110008730833601809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110008730833601809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/110008730833601809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/11/bored-bored.html' title='bored.... bored........'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-109999679172949679</id><published>2004-11-09T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T02:39:51.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Exams~</title><content type='html'>Wahh!!!! Oh my!!!!!! x.x gah..... I took the chemistry exam today and yeah health exam as well...... CHEMISTRY is like freakin hell!!!! It almost ate up my brain! Tsk fuckin' sir Abe made the exam too hard! I should've known it! And I haven't got the results of yesterdays exams too..... oh my,I'm really gettin nervous.What if.. what if... what if I FAILED!? Mom will kill me for sure!no more laptop for me..... noooooooooo!!! T_T I need to pass!!I need to pass!! PLEASE I NEED MY LAPTOP! ...... oh right geometry,music and p.e. are the last subjects tomorrow! Shit! I haven't learned the dance steps yet..what on earth am I goin to do?! wish me luck...wis me luck.. WISH ME LUCK!! Ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-109999679172949679?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/109999679172949679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=109999679172949679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109999679172949679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109999679172949679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/11/deadly-exams.html' title='Deadly Exams~'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-109991099615431672</id><published>2004-11-08T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T02:49:56.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errrr....</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm updating for the sake of it..... uhm.. well school is on again and I had a hard time reviewing for my exams while still trying to participate in my other classes. Yare yare, just thinking of it makes my head ache more.. *sigh* I hope I pass the exams, cause I don't want to hear my mom blabbering aboutmy grades gettin lower this quarter. What can she expect from me anyway?! I've been out of class for a month and I don't have even a single note in my notebook.... damn!Borrowing somebody else's notes are much more easier than writing it! Good thing Faith was around...hehe she saved my butt. Errmy head aches so much nowadays..... is this a sign that I'm goin to die already?! Hell this is exciting!!!! Heh anyways I gotta review, so see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-109991099615431672?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/109991099615431672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=109991099615431672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109991099615431672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109991099615431672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/11/errrr.html' title='Errrr....'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-109981226732186192</id><published>2004-11-07T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:24:27.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free at last!</title><content type='html'>Atlast....... I am free of any emotions! Wahahahahaha!! Yes! ang saya saya ko na! Heh although I learned some things the hard way.....I'm still happy...... Riyeth salamat sa lahat at paalam......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-109981226732186192?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/109981226732186192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=109981226732186192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109981226732186192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109981226732186192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/11/free-at-last.html' title='Free at last!'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-109975032205557185</id><published>2004-11-06T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T06:12:02.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk...... *hiccup*</title><content type='html'>ok......... Today's my sis' bday.. so yeah happy bday!!!!!! woohooo!!! I am drinking myself away once again... geeze I'm such a drunkard.... *chuckles* ..... ugh... It's becoming a habbit already.. somebody help me!! anyone!! *laughs* ok.. so nothing happened today... let's just party people!! *drinks again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-109975032205557185?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/109975032205557185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=109975032205557185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109975032205557185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109975032205557185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/11/drunk-hiccup.html' title='drunk...... *hiccup*'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-109963491019610132</id><published>2004-11-05T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T00:23:58.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah... boredom kills...</title><content type='html'>Let me see.... ok 2 more days before school starts again... tsk.. I haven't made any progress yet.. school projects are stacked up on my desk and I'm too lazy to start one. Heh maybe my ranking will drop to the lowest for hell's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an unprogressive day today.And mind me,I think I'm depressed or so.I need to divert my attention onto something else before my depression eats all of me.Hell I wish I could lessen my load..ugh still many questions in my head.. @#$%@!.. Can somebody tell me how to forget someone!? Cause it's killin me already! argh.. I think I need to get myself a girlfriend or whatever! -changes topic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm damn excited bout school now,I'll see my friends again!! woohoo!! After a month without any communication, alast! I'll throw you guys a big party!! -Wooshh!!- hehe... hope my day gets better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm drunk!!! woohoo!!!! I LOVE YPU ALCHOHOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-109963491019610132?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/109963491019610132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=109963491019610132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109963491019610132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109963491019610132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/11/ah-boredom-kills.html' title='ah... boredom kills...'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-109956715032010261</id><published>2004-11-04T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T03:24:17.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day..</title><content type='html'>So.. another day has passed again eh?No wonder why I'm feelin all lost again.. hehe..Nothin special happened today.Mom just ordered me to go to school and pay for our tuition.. hell nothing better to do than just that eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I saw this very special someone in ym..I was so happy and all,then -sigh- nevermind..it's none of your business anyway.. ehm.. but I feel like sharing so yeah.. This very special someone is an onna.. yes an onna.. well she's special to me cuz I.. -coughs- nothin.. Ok I was totally lost and depressed at that time and I want some answers for the questions that lingers in my mind making me more lost.. You know I really loved her with all my heart like I never loved anyone else in that way.. get it? It's just that... you know.. however I try to start a conversation with her my heart pounds fast as in very fast... that it feels like any moment it'll stop beatin and yeah.. it's almost a year since I've met her...I already told her how I felt about her,but I don't know if she took it seriously or maybe thought that I was just kiddin around... Not to mention that she once said that she loves me too... but after 3 or 2 months w/o communication I don't know anymore... I'm very sure that I still love her,but I don't know how she feels about me... It's like I don't know anything about her anymore... she ain't sending me messages or even misscalls... man I totally miss her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna ask her how she really felt about me.... What am I to her.... are we still friends or what.. and many more questions drifting here inside my head... guess I'll never know the answers..cuz I'm such a chicken.. I think I don't wanna hear the answers from her... I guess I'm afraid of loosing her for some reason.... I don't want to lose her... -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-coughs- Ok enough... I'm beggining to get all mushy and stuff here so yeah.. change topic.. have you ever got irritated cuz of you trying to call someone over the phone for like 5 hours already?!And then you'll just know that, the person you are callin isn't home?! Hell it was kinda crazy tho.. -laughs- OK enough with this post.. I think it's gettin long already.. -sweatdrops- haha.. ja ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-109956715032010261?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/109956715032010261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=109956715032010261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109956715032010261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109956715032010261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-day.html' title='What a day..'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-109913670036729348</id><published>2004-10-30T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T04:45:00.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day passed</title><content type='html'>                                    Another day has passed... *sighs* well nothin' really happened today.. I woke up at 7am just to find myself home alone.. they all went to batangas without even waking me up.Isn't that nice? *vein twitches* anyways,I just played vid games for the whole day and yeah I was expecting someone...but she didn't came.. so I wasted a day for this stupid internet.. *sighs* laters I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-109913670036729348?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/109913670036729348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=109913670036729348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109913670036729348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109913670036729348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-day-passed.html' title='another day passed'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-109912715507587480</id><published>2004-10-29T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T02:05:55.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another update</title><content type='html'>                                  Oh yeah just another update for my blog!I don't think anyone is reading this anyway... Well my day started as hell cuz of mom.. well we just had a fight,yeah a fight and she was screamin at me tellin me that I've done everything wrong..tch nothing seems to be right anyway.hell what a start,good thing I played RO afterwards.. and I got to be an acolyte.. yay!! and yeah just made my swordie into a crusader so it's another yay!! besides RO, is anyone here playing XiRo? it's another online version of RO,although it doesn't need any level up cards for you to play,cool ne? and it's an international community too so everyone there is a spokening dollar.. -chuckles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  I've chatted in ym too while I was playing, and my sis rocks as hell!! woohoo!! She's the new concert queen I tell you! She just kept on singing in vchat and o'course I needed to repay that by singing too, and yeah she even called me the new concert king (which is defenitely not true coz' my singing sucks big time!! no kiddin!!) other than that.. well someone IMed me.. someone that I really like.. hehe..well anyways g2g!! gotta play RO!! Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-109912715507587480?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/109912715507587480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=109912715507587480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109912715507587480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109912715507587480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-another-update.html' title='just another update'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914019.post-109897850456726291</id><published>2004-10-28T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T08:48:24.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang</title><content type='html'>                            Yay!Atlast! I finally made my own blog!woohoo...well this day was a long and boring one.. heh.. and I was totally addicted into ff7,8, and 9. Woohoo Rinoa's cute!!Garnet too!! bleh anyways.. nothing to do here.. gotta go! ja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8914019-109897850456726291?l=memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/109897850456726291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8914019&amp;postID=109897850456726291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109897850456726291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8914019/posts/default/109897850456726291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesofthepast.blogspot.com/2004/10/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang'/><author><name>DaRtH KiRiZaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01845749476158803798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
