<?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-8385652</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:01:52.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sarah's corner.</title><subtitle type='html'>some place i'd rather be... somewhere not around you...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-115245087633546739</id><published>2006-07-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:14:36.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;MY LIVEJOURNAL.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I update here more often... Although there are entries that are set to my friends only, I still have public posts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-115245087633546739?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/115245087633546739/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=115245087633546739' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/115245087633546739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/115245087633546739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-here-my-livejournal.html' title=''/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114739455812791270</id><published>2006-05-12T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:42:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol, show me some love.</title><content type='html'>..Kellie Pickler... Then it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris Bennet&lt;/span&gt;... Then it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Daughtry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just broke my heart. :( How could that have happened??? Such a sad sad story. It should have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katharine McPhee &lt;/span&gt;for crying outloud! Oh man, ask my brother, I REALLY CRIED! Easy lang sa affected. Hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just like my other entries the past season about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Constantine &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bo&lt;/span&gt;, I still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love you &lt;/span&gt;Chris!!! And you still ROCK our world :) I bet you will make thousands and thousands of records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katharine McPhee,&lt;/span&gt; Im so sorry Im kinda hating you now. Not just because of what happened yesterday, but because of the other performances that you did as well. I know you people would say that she`s so gorgeous and that she`s so talented, well, sorry, I really want a guy to win this time. I SWEAR :o She`s just so.. UGH. I cant describe the way I feel about her. Haha. She`s just irritating me.. and my family :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Hicks &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elliott Yamin&lt;/span&gt; na kame!!! Wuhooo!!!! Go boysssss!!!! &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114739455812791270?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114739455812791270/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114739455812791270' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114739455812791270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114739455812791270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/05/american-idol-show-me-some-love.html' title='American Idol, show me some love.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114647192725232621</id><published>2006-05-01T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:31:03.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol &amp; Pinoy Big Brother [teen edition]</title><content type='html'>Okay. I realized I haven`t been voicing out my throughts about these 2 shows. Haha. Well compared before, Americal Idol was all over my blog. So let`s start to talk about them. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idol.&lt;/span&gt; Who`s my bet? Well, I do loooveee &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;. As in I absolutely do! Now that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kelly Pickler&lt;/span&gt; is gone, there is a big chance that a guy will win this season, if the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katherine McPhee&lt;/span&gt; fans would just step out of the way [which I doubt cause she`s one gorgeous girl AND she sings so well]. One way or another, I want a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt; to win this time. :D Then Im fine :D Who knows, maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Hicks &lt;/span&gt;could win... Or the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;funky white boy [Elliot Yamin].&lt;/span&gt; Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris Benett&lt;/span&gt; is so good for her age but I don`t think she would make it [for some reason].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinoy Big Brother the Teen Edition.&lt;/span&gt; Can I just share, I was supposed to join that :)) I kept on telling my mom that I wanted to join that but then she dint allow me [what`s new?]. At first I thought I wouldn`t be hooked on that show just like the other editions that dint have much impact on me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT THEN AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;, I`ve been watching it. I want to know what`s happening and the funny thing is, I get kilig at the love teams formed! HELLO! :o Loser ko :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIM and MIKEE the best!!!! :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;333 :)) See how loser I can be? :P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother ko rin naman hooked rin eh :P So it`s not just be baybeh :P Haha. It`s fun fun fun :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114647192725232621?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114647192725232621/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114647192725232621' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114647192725232621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114647192725232621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/05/american-idol-pinoy-big-brother-teen.html' title='American Idol &amp; Pinoy Big Brother [teen edition]'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114528048374724879</id><published>2006-04-17T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:28:05.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share... :)</title><content type='html'>I came across this picture, similar to my background over here, but it says something different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU AREN`T GONNA BE HIS FIRST OR HIS LAST OR HIS ONLY.. he`s loved before , he will again. But if he loves you now, &lt;i&gt;what else matters?&lt;/i&gt; He`s not perfect. You aren`t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; laugh at least once, cause you to think twice, and admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can.&lt;/span&gt; He is not going to quote poetry, he`s not going to be thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don`t hurt him, don`t change him.. Don`t expect more than he can give. Try not to over-analyze.. Smile when he makes you happy :] Yell when he makes you mad... and miss him when he`s not there.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after reading that.. All I can say was wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114528048374724879?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114528048374724879/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114528048374724879' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114528048374724879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114528048374724879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share... :)'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114424540937204135</id><published>2006-04-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:56:49.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtracking just a lil bit.</title><content type='html'>For a time I loved how a &lt;b&gt;Jacket&lt;/b&gt; felt on me.  Then, I remembered how great I felt when summer came and how the &lt;b&gt;Sunshine&lt;/b&gt; made me sane during my darkest moments. Of course, &lt;b&gt;Monkeys&lt;/b&gt; kept me sane for a very short time. You know how tricky they are. Well &lt;b&gt;Superman&lt;/b&gt; has this thing of rescuing people right? Especially when they get tricked or something. And now I just wonder, how can I save Superman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114424540937204135?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114424540937204135/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114424540937204135' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114424540937204135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114424540937204135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/04/backtracking-just-lil-bit.html' title='Backtracking just a lil bit.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114378037485564576</id><published>2006-03-31T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:46:14.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addict.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I`ve been watching One Tree Hill Season 1-3 for the past days. Haha. Im done na with Season 3... Im going back to Season 1. I don`t know what`s wrong with me, but I like it this way :P It`s fun actually. Hahaha. Talk about being bored! And now, Im still downloading the others :P Thanks God for Cable. :)) I am such an &lt;b&gt;ADDICT.&lt;/b&gt; I`ve never been obssessed this way my whole life [except for the Backstreet Boys Phenomena and um, Hanson.. And Moffats.. Okay, Im such a dork now :P]. I just love the series so much... [and the boys.. and girls too :P Okay now thats eew. :o] Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill is LLLOOOOOOOVVEEEEEEE &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way. Tequila is growing way too fast. She keeps on biting my hair, my pants, and everything else! :o hahaha. Darn dog :P But what the heck, I love her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114378037485564576?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114378037485564576/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114378037485564576' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114378037485564576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114378037485564576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/03/addict.html' title='Addict.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114337555462800390</id><published>2006-03-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:56:55.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It`s official. [2 reasons]</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;FIRST.&lt;/b&gt;School`s OVER. Summer`s here. The thing is, I`ve got summer classes... But I don`t mind.. It`s another way for me to enjoy my summer with my friends :) Yaay! Hahaha. So how was FIRST YEAR for me? It was bittersweet. Super. First sem was full of *toot* and the like. Hahaha! :)) Second sem was full of love. :) Gotta love my friends ;) They rock. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SECOND.&lt;/b&gt; Dags left today. It was my last day to see her this morning after worship service. It`s hard to see a friend leave. Sure she may be in another country and the friendship will remain, the hardest part is not being able to spend time, the laughs, the fun with her in person. I was in denial from the moment I found out that she would be leaving on the near end of March. I just went on thinking, it would not be hard. I know she`ll come back. But then again, I had to face the truth. And the truth is that my discipler is leaving, one of my greatest friend is migrating.. And I was sad. Devastated. Dags was always one of my closest friends who would know what has been going on in my life. She has always been my shoulder. Dags was one of those who would know my happiness, joy, and pain in life. We`ve been friends since we were in our "nene" days. We grew up together and we became more mature as we grew older. We grew up loving God and serving in church. She taught me principles in life and principles about God. She inspired me to be the best woman I could be for God, for my family, friends and my spouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dags, you have been one heck of an inspiration to me. You will always be one of my greatest and bestest [:p] friends :) I LOVE YOU DAGSY :) Super. I will miss you so you better holla me through mail. Hehe. Mahal kita Dags ng malupet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114337555462800390?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114337555462800390/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114337555462800390' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114337555462800390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114337555462800390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-official-2-reasons.html' title='It`s official. [2 reasons]'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114234217743692255</id><published>2006-03-14T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:16:17.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>...being too nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...could get you into trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114234217743692255?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114234217743692255/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114234217743692255' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114234217743692255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114234217743692255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114217077998185872</id><published>2006-03-12T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:41:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress.</title><content type='html'>Can`t believe that finals are coming up YET there`s still so much to do. Grrr. Im still bitter when we had no classes for 2 days [Edsa crap]. Haha. Those school days were utterly sayang. But then again, no more point in dwelling on those days. Those days were hell for me. Haha. Anyway, Im done with my Phil Soc paper, English Debate. I have to do my Filipino PAPERS and the tagalog version &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; and then my portfolio pa. Oh craaaapp. Im starting to be hella moody today... I was like &lt;s&gt;mean&lt;/s&gt; [it`s a harsh term] to my brothers. Wellllll I think it`s because it`s my time of the month. :/ Grrr.... I hate it when Im masunget. It`s like I hate the world or the people around me now. :/ Damn it. Haha. Oh wellllll... So Im going to Ponti on Friday.... Meet up with my Grade School-High school barkada. :) My college barkada`s going too.. I hope :P Hehe. Hmmm.... I couldn`t let go of school. I used to rave about summer. Now I just can`t. Cause I don`t want to. Cause I choose not to. Even if school is equivalent to stress, I cannot deny the fact that I enjoyed every minute of it cause my friends were around me.... And Mocha Blends too.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAMELA SOLILAPSI. I LOVE YOU TWIGGY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114217077998185872?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114217077998185872/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114217077998185872' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114217077998185872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114217077998185872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/03/stress.html' title='Stress.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114155850835994557</id><published>2006-03-05T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:35:08.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more weeks...</title><content type='html'>...And classes are over. Sad. I know right? Haha. For the first time in my life, I do not want summer nor vacation. I want to go to school. :)) Crazy? Im just having fun.. And... Yeah, there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I hate that 2 weeks is gonna be fast. :( It`s making me sad... Super... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I wanted to cry.... and I don`t know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114155850835994557?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114155850835994557/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114155850835994557' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114155850835994557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114155850835994557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/03/2-more-weeks.html' title='2 more weeks...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114094686092922562</id><published>2006-02-26T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:41:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Epal nyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114094686092922562?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114094686092922562/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114094686092922562' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114094686092922562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114094686092922562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114074097118392841</id><published>2006-02-24T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:29:31.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this day.</title><content type='html'>F*** edsa. I loved Marcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in life, I hated the anouncement that there are  no classses. F*** this day, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 5683 163 6477 69 2229.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite of the &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;, happy birthday big sees! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114074097118392841?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114074097118392841/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114074097118392841' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114074097118392841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114074097118392841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-this-day.html' title='I hate this day.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-114053276932325680</id><published>2006-02-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:39:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Warning:&lt;/u&gt; This entry contains profanity. If you don`t want to read such words, I command you to press the X button on the upper right hand corner of your screen. I mean it. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is such a bad day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Bea &lt;/span&gt;will agree with me on this. For some reason, I couldn`t explain my breakdown. My mood swings are killing me! I swear! At one point Im the happiest person alive then on the next, I seem like a lost kid. I cried because of some reason I can`t seem to sum up in one sentence. There are many factors that triggered me to do so. There are 3 main shit actually.. Haha. Gosh. &lt;s&gt;Fuck&lt;/s&gt; this day. [I know, right? Like &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; the air, man. Haha. Pucha.&lt;/s&gt;] Im not going to share with you the 3 of them.. Maybe some insights only.... First, limit yourself to ANY thing. Too much is too much. Enough is enough. `Nuff said. Second, choose ONE. Goodness. That`s why you`ve got one heart and one mind. God gave you two eyes so you can see clearly ONE picture in your head. Not TWO. Got that? Third, just show even &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; sense of responsibility. There`s more to life than just that. That`s why we`re in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. Oh and one more thing: The &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; do you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-114053276932325680?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/114053276932325680/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=114053276932325680' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114053276932325680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/114053276932325680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/02/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113842313344129297</id><published>2006-01-28T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:40:35.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>I am. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people involved yesterday, THANK YOU. You know who you are. =) *HUGS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113842313344129297?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113842313344129297/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113842313344129297' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113842313344129297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113842313344129297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113584696304818870</id><published>2005-12-29T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:08:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year it Was and The Year it  Is [2nd Edition]</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANY &lt;/span&gt;things have happened this past year. As in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-I-T-E-R-A-L-L-Y.&lt;/span&gt; :o Let`s look back and recall the events that happened in my life and then some. Journey with me as I share with you the good and the bad this year. :) [Some issues will be brief. ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Jacket. &lt;/span&gt;We went through A LOT. I had the worst 4 months earlier this year, but I am having a blast with the rest with him. I am just happy that we`re friends now. :) Even if cats and dogs fight, they`ll always be friends, right? ;) They can`t just stand killing each other. &lt;333 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Graduation.&lt;/span&gt; I almost forgot I graduated this year. It seems like a long time ago because of the things that happened to me. But I cannot forget the feeling I had during graduation day. Especially during graduation practice! I had mixed emotions. I was happy because finally I was on my way to a new world, and sad cause I was leaving the old world I was used to my whole life. My last year as a high school student was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;major FUN.&lt;/span&gt; People bonded with new people.. The class became a tighter family. The class became really close sisters. Everyone would watch out for one another. I loved every minute spent in the 4-1 classroom listening and laughing to each one`s stories. I miss those girls. And I still looovee them like hella. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Summer blues.&lt;/span&gt; Harhar. I was sad and crying and hurting. `Nuff said :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Summer fun.&lt;/span&gt; On the month of May, I spent with some of the 4-1 ladies in Diane`s house in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cavite.&lt;/span&gt; It was very intimate cause we were only a few but nevertheless, it was funny. Earlier that day, we all went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enchanted Kingdom&lt;/span&gt; and just bonded and stuff. It was really fun. During our overnight stay, we all made kwento about our grade school moments and stuff. Haha. It was really funny, the kwentos! :P I can still recall the sipon kwento &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Criselle&lt;/span&gt; told us. Haha. Kulet :P Haay I love them :) So after I went home, I packed again because I was scheduled to wake up early the next day. Who wouldn`t forget my bonding session with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bomba Beach Babes?&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikki, Bix, Rapha, Celuch, Karla and I&lt;/span&gt; went to Tagaytay and stayed at Rapha`s house. We went to Punta Fuego to sunbathe, bond and have fun. I had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blast&lt;/span&gt; spending time with those girls. There would always be fun moments cause of everyone`s unique personalities. These girls are really fun to be with. We may spend less time together now a days, but they will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be special to me. I love them all. &lt;333 *HUGS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*College Requirements.&lt;/span&gt; After fun, time to get back to business. I went to Shangrila for my Healthway check-up. Oh goodness, if you want to laugh, please search for my entry entitled: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tae ang Healthway sa Shangrila :o&lt;/span&gt; :P Despite of the unfortunate experience, I recall, I tried to help myself get over the fact that I have graduated and that I was going to college and that I was going to meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Fresh start and School starts. &lt;/span&gt;June. I can still recall that during the first day, I was scared. I even wanted to go home. Haha. I met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kamille and Reese&lt;/span&gt; in Starbucks. Just when I wanted to go home, I wanted to go back to school. Why? Because I wanted to spend time with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOCK C!&lt;/span&gt; They were (and always be) the best college block! :P The personalities blended so well. Everyone seemed close to each other. When school offically started, everyone started to work. No one slacked off. Even if we were tamad to go to our classes, we ended up attending it! Especially during FINE ARTS! Hahahaha :P We also had our first NSTP free cut that we all ended up to Shangrila and some of us watched the movie of Claudine, Jericho and Diether. [Demmit I forgot the title :/] Block C people just started to bond and fortunately, are still bonding :) Friendships formed are now a family. :) Oh btw, who will forget the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REVELATIONS DAY&lt;/span&gt;??? Haha. Haay nako nga naman! :P That`s why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE TEAMS &lt;/span&gt;were formed eh! Hahaha. :P And to add, this was also the month when I found my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soulmate! &lt;/span&gt;:P It was crazy cause we would share literally THE SAME experiences. Hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Take-Two rehearsals and Youth Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; Eew. There was still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; during fresh start and during this month. :o Can`t believe that crap happened. Haha. I went to CCF after school to practice for Youth Sunday. I had fun cause I had time to bond with the cast. :) I can still remember when Ate Anjie danced with her dance troupe in Podium and I was in CCF for practice then some of my blockmates surprised me! :P Hehehe. They were really cute :P So anyway, during rehearsals there were problems and stuff especially about time limit :o We had to cut down some parts. Everyone had a great time even if it was well, stressful. Oh, and I got sick pa. Aww, I can remember Sunshine making me feel okay :/ Okay now that`s eew. :/ Hahaha. Youth Sunday was mixed emotions too. I was happy cause i served God and our hardwork paid off, but at the same time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt; started to pour. Bye-bye, Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Family Picture at Greenhills.&lt;/span&gt;..where Ate Anjie modelled :P Hahaha. We went to Mamu`s house then we went to Greenhills for a picture taking with Daddy Imman! :P Dich was lost. Yes. The Duke. Nikki Duque was missing in action :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sleepover at Nikki`s house.&lt;/span&gt; When I got sick during our 2nd to the last rehearsal, I went home with Nikki. Aww, we bonded and stuff. PJR and Sunshine crap. EEW. Right Niks? Haha. I miss spending time with this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Her excellency`s birthday/4-1 Reunion.&lt;/span&gt; Because we miss each other, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pam Q&lt;/span&gt; decided to make her birthday extra special by spending it with us! :P Hahaha. There was this incident pa nga that an old lady got mad at us and I got super taray cause I was pissed off na! :o Haha. Hello, 4-1 girls just can`t let those stupid comments go, right? We fight for what we believe in :P We fight for ourselves. We don`t care who you are, as long as we`re right, we will stand up for that. :P Yeyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ate Anjie`s Debut.&lt;/span&gt; Ate Anjie invited a couple of her friends from the block and I was fortunate to be one of them. She really looked pretty that night :) The girls sort of started to be closer during her debut. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Familiar face.&lt;/span&gt; I saw my crush. :o Well, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most connected crush&lt;/span&gt; ever. The connections were sucky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Incorporation Rites.&lt;/span&gt; Who wouldn`t forget the first time we wore heels, skirts/slacks, polos and blazers??? Haha. It was hell but we enjoyed making porma! Plus, my Mom loved this day cause she loves seeing me wearing heels. Pfft. Haha. It was the time we got our Becca too so it was all good. :P Plus, I think the classes were cut :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Mysterious August. &lt;/span&gt;Well remember Familiar face? Ya. Okay so people around me kept singing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Reunited and it feels so good..."&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm. Thanks a lot [I know, right? haha.]!!! Then there was this common friend of ours who played the role of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Fate or Destiny&lt;/span&gt; or whatever you wanna call the black ass man, and re-introduced us. Now how cool is that??? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laura`s Debut.&lt;/span&gt; This was memorable because Ate Anjie did my make up also cause I would see Sunshine that night! Hahaha. After this, wait, you know what, actually, I cannot remember how I went home. :/ Hahaha. Let`s move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sugi and Val`s Debut&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was the most adventurous night ever. We had 2 debuts to attend to! Haha. Different themes pa, but thank God we managed to change right away and we made it on time to Sugi`s debut. :P Oooh. Tito Boy was there! Haha. We had a picture taken and he was beside meeee!!! Hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diane`s debut at Mcdo.&lt;/span&gt; Aww, it was the cutest debut ever. 18 hamburgers, 18 french fries. Namnam :P Haha. I had fun also cause I was able to see my High school friends again!!! Wheeee :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Civ shooting/Sleep-over at Mamu`s house.&lt;/span&gt; This was the best shooting ever!!! We had funnnnn!!! We made our project for Civ entitled: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 and down.&lt;/span&gt; We had the funniest bloopers ever.. Basta, it was super nice! Hahaha :P We looked pretty in pink and white :P I loovveee my group! It was my family!!! Hehe. Then me and Dich slept at Mamu`s house. I had to make her stay up all night so I can teach her some steps so I could memorize it :P Hahaha! :P I love you Ditsi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pol-Eco show [i know, right?!]/Sachi Essy`s Debut.&lt;/span&gt; Waaah. We danced for the Pol-eco event... Then we went to Sachi`s debut. Huhuhu. We were late :( But it was all good, we still saw some people there. Then Lalala, Anne, Bea A. and I went to Greenbelt. We even saw Brian! Hahaha. Haaay... Want to know a sweet sucky secret? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lalala&lt;/span&gt; was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST ONE &lt;/span&gt;to greet me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; in person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My birthday Surprise.&lt;/span&gt; Haayayay. Controversial also! Hahaha. But to those who greeted me there, thank you :) I was happy I saw the block family there. Hehe. :) Thanks to my Ahiya who organized it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;October was THE month. &lt;/span&gt;Okay so familiar face and I "officially" got really okay during this month. Uhm, it was at this party that we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sort of&lt;/span&gt; clued each other in that we liked each other. It was fun, though. Plus, this was the month that I started to get close to Anne and Bea A. :) Sweet. :) So familiar face and I got "too" familiar with each other :o Uhm, well, there. Mika, Bea and I met the cutest little boy in the world. Too bad we wont be able to see him again... :s Mixed emotions this month also. Let me see, the sad part is that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I didn`t see it coming. We were happy.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sembreak.&lt;/span&gt; I was missing everyone, the school and stuff, but YM kept us together. Hehe. But generally, my sembreak was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;literally a break, it was kinda cool, and it was kinda off. ;)&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Oh goodness... Sad sad sad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; even if it was sad, I became closer to my Nigga M and my Nigga I. They were first of the few people who comforted me [also my soulmate/ate].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*November.&lt;/span&gt; Online enlistment sucks. `Nuff said. But thanks to Gucci. :P November was a moving on process for me even if he meant the whole world to me. I started to feel my change here. I did things I dint normally do. I would like to believe that I became stronger, though. Haha. This was also the month when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mika and I&lt;/span&gt; were offically TWINS! Haha. I can still remember that Uncle Mich was the first one who said that we were getting to look a lot like each other :P Haha. Then after, those mamang pulis outside school :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne`s debut.&lt;/span&gt; Uhmmm.. Very much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;controversial&lt;/span&gt; can I just say??!??? Hahaha. But I managed. I handled. Hahaha. Haayayay....... :o But the fashion show was the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;November Issues.&lt;/span&gt; Oh dear. :/ Issues left and right. Well, let us not dig deeper but in conclusion, it was talked about already and each side was heard. Mkay. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rockwel + Ate Bea`s Pad.&lt;/span&gt; We watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Little &lt;/span&gt;in Rockwel. REALLY CUTE!!!! The Dad of chicken little looked like *AHEM* and the pig friend look liked *A DIFFERENT AHEM*. HARHAR. Uncle Mich talaga, MEANIE! :)) But it`s okay. We were all well.. Mean :P Hahaha. &gt;:P Yehes naman. Pad. Hahaha. :P We had fun just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doing our thing&lt;/span&gt; there :P Haha. I loved every moment. SOBRANG steady lang. Chillax. Hahaha. :P LOOOVEEE ITTTT :P Swiss Miss, chips, hopia.. Hmmm.. NAMNAM. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bugie and Chacha ruled the night. :D Wuhooo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamu`s surprise birthday + Rockwel.&lt;/span&gt; Well, we surprised her, alright! Haha. We made Mamu cry :) Because of course she was touched. :P We had fun eating in Heaven and Eggs! :P Haha. Sorry for making you wake up early Mamu. We love you :P After Mamu`s surprise, we all went to Rockwel. We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoped for shopping in Zara, Mango, Topshop&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha! :P We wish. (Only Ate Bea. Class A. :P Hahaha. Im kidding Ate. You know how much I love teasing you too :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya Chevy.&lt;/span&gt; Kuya Chevy came into our lives, especially Sachi Essy`s life. And he became our official Kuya this month :) And Im loving every second of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December Parties.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamu`s &lt;/span&gt;party was suuuuppppeerrrr fun fun fun!!!!! Hahahaha! During the last day of school, the family was excited and stuff. In the party, we had fun. Things got out of hand but people managed. Hangovers. `Nuff said. Dint I say I would share some things briefly? Hahaha. In conclusion, I love the boys and the family :) &lt;333 (much loovveenn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;December mood&lt;/span&gt;. Well, Im still gloomy and stuff [I am sick for 2 weeks now!] but I`ve realized that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life has to move on. I have to move on.&lt;/span&gt; I cannot just sulk at one corner about what happened. I mean hello, &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; it happened. Okay, snap out of reality and live life. I mean, I`ve got my family, my second family, friends and God. There are so many people who care and love me so much. There are people who show me who they really are and accept me. I`ve got friends/sisters whom I get to see each day and laugh, make kwento to them about anything under the sun. I guess I should just be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extra extra careful&lt;/span&gt;. I have trust issues remember? But this is how life goes. I just thank God that He got me out of the situation as early as possible because I cannot imagine if He hadn`t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I don`t miss you. I miss the person I thought you were."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have experienced the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worst &lt;/span&gt;moments ever this year, but if those didn`t happen, I wouldn`t realize all of these, right? And to add to that, I wanna say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; to my Friends/Family who make me strong ALL the time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; soooooo much. Im looking forward to a better year and especially, a better ME. &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113584696304818870?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113584696304818870/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113584696304818870' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113584696304818870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113584696304818870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/12/year-it-was-and-year-it-is-2nd-edition.html' title='The Year it Was and The Year it  Is [2nd Edition]'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113578564567474044</id><published>2005-12-28T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:21:57.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Ate Bea who Loves me :P</title><content type='html'>1. there were 3 wells (love, beauty &amp; creativity) &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;you could only  drink from one, which would it&lt;br /&gt;be?&lt;br /&gt;::: Looovah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. with  problems, whom do you run to?&lt;br /&gt;::: My school family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. which  finger is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;::: Uh, my fingers are weak. I don`t like them :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what's the most  disgusting thing you've ever&lt;br /&gt;eaten?&lt;br /&gt;::: Uh... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  would you kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;::: YES. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if you were making a movie about  yourself, who&lt;br /&gt;would play the lead?&lt;br /&gt;::: Jennifer Garner. WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;::: Well, my script`s nice. :P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. who are you jealous of?&lt;br /&gt;:::  no one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. what kind of person do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;::: Someone like my dad and my brothers. [DEFINITELY NOT &lt;s&gt;BOB&lt;/s&gt;.UGH.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. where were you  last kissed?&lt;br /&gt;::: Oh my goodness. CHEEK! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. what do you put on your sandwiches?&lt;br /&gt;:::  palaman. ano pa ba --&gt;Ditto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you were another person, would you  be&lt;br /&gt;friends with you?&lt;br /&gt;::: I guess so :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. are  you a daredevil?&lt;br /&gt;::: I am a &lt;s&gt;dare&lt;/s&gt;devil &gt;:) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;::: At home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. do you drink beer?&lt;br /&gt;::: HELL NO. Not that. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. who do you think is the most  attractive&lt;br /&gt;animated character?&lt;br /&gt;::: DIMITRI my lovie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. does looks matter 4u?&lt;br /&gt;::: Well, hey, reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what color suits your personality?&lt;br /&gt;::: Pwedeng colors?? Pink and Green :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. do you pray?&lt;br /&gt;::: yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  are you trendy?&lt;br /&gt;::: Haha. OF COURSE. I HAVE to. My mamu and sisters and I are hot. :P :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. what do you do to prevent  anger?&lt;br /&gt;::: Uh, I do &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. who is your idol?&lt;br /&gt;::: My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. who is your second family?&lt;br /&gt;::: THE MAMU-IMMAN Family :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. do you trust others easily?&lt;br /&gt;::: HAHA. I have TRUST issues now, mkay?? Quit asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  what was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;::: barbie and polly pocket rocks  yo! --&gt;Ditto! But I remember I had G.I. Joe and Hulk Hogan :D I loved them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. what will you do after this?&lt;br /&gt;::: answer another  survey --&gt;Yaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. what are you waiting for ?&lt;br /&gt;::: FOREVER. [Eeew man. Quit it. Hahaha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  the last time you were happy, it was&lt;br /&gt;because..&lt;br /&gt;::: I was with my school family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.how do feel right now?&lt;br /&gt;::: BLANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: LAST PERSON WHO:&lt;br /&gt;x. Slept in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;+ ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Saw you cry: &lt;br /&gt;+ HARHAR. Mika I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.  Texted you:&lt;br /&gt;+ Andre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Called you:&lt;br /&gt;+ Ate Bea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. You went to  the&lt;br /&gt;movies with:&lt;br /&gt;+ family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. You went to the mall with:&lt;br /&gt;+ Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Yelled at you:&lt;br /&gt;+ Uh. My dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Sent you an  email:&lt;br /&gt;+ Uh People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Said  "I Love You" and meant it?:&lt;br /&gt;+ OHOHO. Maybe my parents :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Gotten in a fight with  your pet:&lt;br /&gt;+Awww, Clark? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Do you have a crush on  someone:&lt;br /&gt;+ YES. I have 24? Or 25? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. What book are you reading now:&lt;br /&gt;+ The Iliad :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Worst feeling in the world:&lt;br /&gt;+ How about.. Being played?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Favorite sport to watch:&lt;br /&gt;+Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Tattoo:&lt;br /&gt;+ What the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Do you drink:&lt;br /&gt;+ Ohoho!!!! Watttterrrr and Cooofffeeeeee ;;) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.  What clothes do you sleep in:&lt;br /&gt;+ Shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Where do you want to get  married:&lt;br /&gt;+ THE BEACH. Loveleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Who do you really  hate:&lt;br /&gt;+ BOB. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Been in Love:&lt;br /&gt;+ a time or two, I`ve seen the world, when Im with you... :)) Im singing! :P Oh, my answer: I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Do you  drive:&lt;br /&gt;+ Wanna Die? ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Do you like being around people? &lt;br /&gt;+DUH! Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Are you for world peace:&lt;br /&gt;+ Do I look like a terrorist? OOOH!! I MISS COUNTER :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Have you ever liked someone you had no&lt;br /&gt;chance with:&lt;br /&gt;+ Uhm. What`s up with the question??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Have you ever cried over&lt;br /&gt;something/someone  of the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;+ Where do you want me to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Are you lonely right now:&lt;br /&gt;+ Sometimes I am, sometimes Im not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Song you listened to:&lt;br /&gt;+ First Cut is the Deepest -Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;+ Uh, Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Type of music:&lt;br /&gt;+ Any genre actually... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Band(s):&lt;br /&gt;+Any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Perfume or cologne: &lt;br /&gt;+ Pink Wonder :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Month:&lt;br /&gt;+ April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. day:&lt;br /&gt;+ Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Colors:&lt;br /&gt;+ Pink, Brown, Green, Black, Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;+  Are you asking me if I did? Ask my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Bought  something?&lt;br /&gt;+ YES. 168 is the place to be :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. Gotten sick:&lt;br /&gt;+ Lemme see.. I am. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113578564567474044?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113578564567474044/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113578564567474044' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113578564567474044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113578564567474044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-my-ate-bea-who-loves-me-p.html' title='For My Ate Bea who Loves me :P'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113541270969679424</id><published>2005-12-24T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:25:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>168 :D</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it was actually my first time to go to 168 and I had a blast S H O P P I N G!!! &lt;333 Haha. When I am depressed, I either cut my hair, do my nails, or shop. I did the last 2. Haha. It was effin fun!!! :D I swear. I bought 4 tops, a bag, a wallet, and some goodies to give away :P See, I am not that selfish. Haha. :P Im planning to go back there next week. I have to ready myself for no 'excuse me`s" and stuff. Haha. Man, it was a mob! I swear, butt to butt, cheek to cheek, and everything else :/ It was well, eewy but good thing I had colds and cough to shoo away the people. Haha. :)) Just kidding. Geez man, I love shopping there &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I was fixing the pictures stored in the laptop.. And I saw well.. Pictures of me and you know who. :/ It felt well... Weird. :/ Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! We all deserve to be happy at least once in a while. God loves you and me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113541270969679424?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113541270969679424/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113541270969679424' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113541270969679424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113541270969679424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/12/168-d.html' title='168 :D'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113504872367645954</id><published>2005-12-20T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:18:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and then some.</title><content type='html'>It has been a month and 20 days since the &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; happened. And lo and behold, I still feel sad, bad, depressed, hurt, played, and the list of emotions just goes on and on. If only I can wake up and say the words, "Okay na ako", oh God, that would be the happiest day of my life. But it seems like it takes such a short time for me to experience that. Christmas is just around the corner and &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; it cause I am in tears right now but moving on, I can`t feel it that much. Maybe I am focusing too much on my problems. On my emotions. On what I feel. Moving on. Been there, done that. But why am I still having a hard time now? I hate it. I don`t like it. It`s supposed to be my "forte" but no. It`s still not easy. Forgiveness. I forgave. It`s over actually. But forgiveness won`t do anything. Sure I forgave, I put it in my past. But the hurt and pain, it will remain here. The memories that left me will ALWAYS remain. I don`t even know if I have forgiven myself for doing things the past moments in my life. Ask me how I am doing, Im crazy. I think I am. I would like to believe that I am damn crazy. But in my craziness, I hope I would be crazy enough to shake unpleasant memories off. As I`ve said, been there, done that but I haven`t mastered the real thing. Okay, so tears are falling now. Haha. Wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When for you, what`s to move on when there`s even nothing to begin with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I still love you. No matter who you really are. But the day will come when I can finally say that Im over you. It may take a damn long time, but I will get there. I will get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113504872367645954?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113504872367645954/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113504872367645954' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113504872367645954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113504872367645954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-and-then-some.html' title='Christmas and then some.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113353531869975437</id><published>2005-12-02T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T16:40:02.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony of it All.</title><content type='html'>November 1, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God took away my life that day. It was something I knew that would happen, but I never thought it would occur that soon. I even thought that probably, I'd have like more years to live, but still, everything was just in God's hands. He just HAD to take my life away from me. Reasons for it? I thought of that. He took it away from me so I'd learn for the nth time. He gave me the same problem time and time again but still, nothing changed me. I still accepted it with open arms, and having problems with it was not a problem for me. But since God just loves me so much, he took my life away so I can actually live again. Somehow, after everything, now Im sure, I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was alive, I lived up the saying that goes: The best things in life are free. I almost did everything that I wanted. I had fun, it was like the best days until November 1 happened. I treated life as if there was something to look forward to each day... Even if there were certain moments where in I neglected people around me, my family and friends, and also God, I din't care less cause I cared about what I was feeling more than the hurt I gave them. I just thought of what I felt rather than what others might even say. In the first place, I received warnings, that one day, I'll die... I disregarded those. I knew I'll reach that stage where in I'll go through it.. I just don't know that it's been THIS hard. I also dint know that it would be, well.. SOON. When I finally died, I lived up the saying that goes: Nothing lasts forever. What we HAD was good. If not, the best. But God took away my LIFE.. God took YOU away from me... That's when I died. I mourned for us. I thought of so many things that were wrong. I mourned. And I am still mourning. It has been exactly 1 month since I wrote an entry about you and me in my private room. I can't believe up to now that it has been that long. Since November 1, I was crying... And upto this day, I am. Then thoughts would enter my head about you having to move on so easily, when for you, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what's to move on when there's nothing to begin with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sad thought, but super true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to experience mourning for quite some time now, I am afraid. People may not understand how afraid I am, but really... Im scared. Because of you and what happened, I learned to THINK before I ACT. I can't just buy bullshit things all the time. Because of you, I learned and remembered how much GOD loves me SOOOOOOO much I can't even imagine. Because of you, I learned how much my friends and my family LOVE and CARE for me so much AUTHENTICALLY. Because of you, I learned to guard my heart and be careful to give anyone my heart and my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have been had, I might have been played, but shit happens in real life. A couple of people made me realize that crying over something is good, but dwelling on it is not. I realized that I cannot just sulk the whole time of my life wasting on you. First of all, it's unfair to me, second of all it's not worth it, and third of all, I can't do anything. I can only do so much. I can recall the happy moments we had together; that's nice actually... But thinking about it breaks my heart even more.. Cause I don't know what's fake from what's real right now. But even if I am not sure, Im glad I spent time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died. God took away my life to make me alive again. I know you died too. Now that it has been 1 month since I was mourning, I guess I deserve to smile, to live, and to be happy. There are more reasons to feel major happiness than having a relationship or whatever. I've got GOD, my family and my friends. Those are enough to sustain my existence. Once you step on shit, you can always watch out for the next in order to avoid stepping on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113353531869975437?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113353531869975437/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113353531869975437' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113353531869975437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113353531869975437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/12/irony-of-it-all.html' title='The Irony of it All.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113206357619755652</id><published>2005-11-15T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:06:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>Nope. Not a good day... Well, not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something. Kung mahal mo talaga, mahal mo talaga.. Mhmm, kahet lahat na ng tao sinasabihan ka ng "tanga". But even if you're willing to give everything to that person no matter how the situation is now, sometimes it's better to just to give it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to FINALLY let it out: I love you and I miss you. Don't you realize that NO MATTER what happens and stuff, wala eh, nothing changed for me.  I just want to know the truth so I can move on already.. Just like you. And hopefully, start a new friendship.. Clean slate tayo.. I hope you understand... Im hurting.. You may be hurting too, but wtf, I'm still holding on.. but it has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shall love myself more this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturn can you take me away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113206357619755652?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113206357619755652/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113206357619755652' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113206357619755652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113206357619755652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/11/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113197471760709949</id><published>2005-11-14T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:25:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning.</title><content type='html'>School's been fun. Well at least! :P I had fun in Lit class today! Even if they tell me that our teacher's scary, it doesn't seem like it naman eh. She looks so nice and she's not naman that strict. Our discussion was reeaaallllyy fun :P The best line toh eh: PEOPLE CAN DECEIVE. Ohoho!!! Damn right they can! The END DOES NOT JUSTIFY the means. Cliche, but wtf, its for real. Haha. Basta, bottomline, I looovveeee my classes. I just hate a certain subject with a certain damn teacher. Haha. Okay, I shall shut up. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I have something to propose to my mind and heart: I shall understand.. But that doesn't mean that I shall believe. Understanding does not necessarily mean that you believe. Mhmm. Para naman for now, maiba tayo. Nde ako tanga. WUHOO!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Bea, thanks for allowing me today! Tomorrow is THE day. But it depends. Haha. Oh, go with me tomorrow cause Im gonna make papalit my skirt. It's tooooo big :O Sayang my money :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bugie and diether. &lt;333 They saved my life. :P Haha. (To my twin Mika, we so rock. Hahaha. I love you!!! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUGIE and DIETHER are the BEST BOYS in the whollleeee world :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113197471760709949?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113197471760709949/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113197471760709949' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113197471760709949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113197471760709949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/11/learning.html' title='Learning.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113134060898706654</id><published>2005-11-07T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:46:46.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewitched and more.</title><content type='html'>Guys,  last night was THE BEST. Laughtrip all the way eh! Hahaha!  Haay, NOTHING can beat the ones. And yes, thats us :P Hahaha. I LOVE YOU ALL. Oo, BEACH TRIP ulet! Then we can make the video again! Hahaha, promise I won't sleep. I might just do something I'll regret! Hahaha! Pero oh well, since tayo tayo lang naman, why not?! Wahahahahahaha!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pam Q,&lt;/span&gt; I'll miss you, you know that. *HUGSANDKISSES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a witch. I'll just wiggle my nose, snap my fingers, tug my ear, and something magical will happen. But sadly, there's also no spell in making your tears stop even if you are a witch. Just like any other normal person, they also cry. So whether I'm a witch or not, I still won't be able to make my crying stop. But at least, if being one could make me fix things with just by a snap of my fingers, why not.. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tss, this is what I get from watching dvd's so early in the morning. Cool. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so easy for some people to move on? Why is that to some, it's easy to relax, laugh and have fun without even minding that they hurt someone? Hmmm... I want to be like them. I've tried though, and yes, I've failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's tomorrow. Cool. Can't wait. Sure, different blocks na, but still, I have time to spend with most of my close friends. So, yaay! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything's gona be normal"... Yeah. I hope so. But... Yeah.. I hope. I guess time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the only thing that you can do, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano Tin, kaya mo pa? Kaya mo pa yan... Tanga ka nga lang most of the time, but what the hell, tanggap mo naman eh, so you can do it. You can continue understanding, k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCERPT FROM BEWITCHED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad: It's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: *hugs her dad* Isn't there a spell that can make you stop crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Sadly, no dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113134060898706654?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113134060898706654/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113134060898706654' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113134060898706654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113134060898706654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/11/bewitched-and-more.html' title='Bewitched and more.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113094616531991804</id><published>2005-11-02T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:42:45.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Enlistment..And More.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Im now enlisted in school. It took like friggin hours to do that crap. :O And I dint even enlist on my own! Gucci did pa. Thanks, btw. You rock Gucci. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's 2nd sem in a couple of days. :O Woah, back to school man. :O But it's okay. Cause Im super stuck in the house, with nothing to do but just go online. Haha. And yeah, be stoned. Haha. I swear. Im super crazy na! Hahaha! But it's okay. I think it's better to laugh and be crazy than to cry and be crazy. Haha :P *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I never changed the title of my blog. I never had the idea that it would still be applicable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat. Make namnam. (Thanks for this word, btw. It's really kyoot :P) But I just drank my chocolate milk... With my antibiotic. Haha. Raawr. Stupid operation :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HUGSANDKISSES* To my friends and family. I love you all. Thanks for e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. You just don't know, but you're making me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The person doesn't change. He just becomes more of a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self: Live today as if there was no more tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113094616531991804?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113094616531991804/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113094616531991804' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113094616531991804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113094616531991804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/11/online-enlistmentand-more.html' title='Online Enlistment..And More.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113085636608601659</id><published>2005-11-01T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:46:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn Tin, Learn.</title><content type='html'>When God says stop, stop. When God calls you to go back, go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from your mistakes. I have to learn from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what Pam S said, giving your all is a no-no. When you do, it's as if you're giving your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tin, learn from your foolishness and stupidity... K? When you do, everything will be fine... God's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113085636608601659?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113085636608601659/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113085636608601659' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113085636608601659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113085636608601659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/11/learn-tin-learn.html' title='Learn Tin, Learn.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113072873290010133</id><published>2005-10-31T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:58:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only.</title><content type='html'>I watched that damn film and it made me think what if I had one day to spend in this world? Yeah, yeah, its cheesy and crap but for sure, not only me has thought about this. Mhmm. Nice morning eh? I couldn't even sleep though... At least I tried to. Ohohoho, I had like 1 hour of sleep. How fun. I slept when I saw the sun. Great. Just great. You know the feeling of being traumatized due to the events that happened in the past? And it's actually happening (&lt;u&gt;HAUNTING&lt;/u&gt; is the proper term, actually)  now? Sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say in a relationship, there is always one who loves more. God, I wish that isn't me... -If Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again... What relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is NO love in a one way street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew these quotes would still be useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day, I cried for him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If pain must come, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;may it come quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because I have a life to live and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;either wait for him or forget him.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Waiting is painful, but not knowing what to do is the worst kind of suffering."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113072873290010133?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113072873290010133/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113072873290010133' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113072873290010133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113072873290010133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-only.html' title='If Only.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113069022542987632</id><published>2005-10-31T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:37:05.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>I cannot actually believe that you would make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness can actually lead to total sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a stone. I will do my best to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those little punctures on the left side of my chest... I want them to stop.. Because it triggers my tears to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113069022542987632?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113069022542987632/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113069022542987632' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113069022542987632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113069022542987632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/10/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-113025591650018839</id><published>2005-10-25T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:58:36.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful with your words.</title><content type='html'>Forever, always, never-ending, til the end, I promise... Are they really for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes (or most of the time), we utter words that we may mean, but only for that certain moment. You feel that indeed the 'feeling' &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; "forever". How sure are you that in the future, your love for a certain person is still there? What if you're not meant to be, doesn't that interrupt the 'meaning' of the word? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Careful with your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words. You cannot take it back. It's so hard to take it back. Most of the time when you mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always, forever, etc., &lt;/span&gt;you would like it to stay that way. As much as I want to utter those words, I am uncertain for the things unseen. I don't want the day when I would feel hurt, and at the same time the person I said it to would be hurt too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Careful with your words.&lt;/span&gt; Words can sometimes interrupt "God's plan". What if it's not really in His will for that "forever" to last? You get what I mean? What if what you said is not meant for the person now but for a certain person in the future? You cannot just plan things for yourself. He does all of this. I know we have freewill and stuff, but if it doesn't really fit for the plan He has in stored for us, then He cannot allow it simply because He knows what is best for us. His thoughts are greater than our thoughts. He doesn't think the way we think. God and Man? We are 2 different beings. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Careful with your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to utter such words, I cannot. I cannot always be there. I cannot forever understand. I can only do so much. Most of the time I want to say those words, I want it to really mean til the end, but I cannot see the future, so I am uncertain how long my 'forever' will really last. What I want may be what God doesn't want, which makes me sometimes wonder how I would get answers from Him directly.. Just right after I ask certain questions in my head that I want to understand. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever, always&lt;/span&gt;, just stop and think. Try to decipher if what you're gonna say will REALLY last. At least in this way, you wouldn't get hurt, and the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmmm.. Careful with my words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-113025591650018839?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/113025591650018839/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=113025591650018839' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113025591650018839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/113025591650018839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/10/careful-with-your-words.html' title='Careful with your words.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112990504662660044</id><published>2005-10-21T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:52:24.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click to enlarge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/566/1600/unhappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/566/320/unhappy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/566/1600/bubbles0ku2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/566/320/bubbles0ku2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112990504662660044?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112990504662660044/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112990504662660044' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112990504662660044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112990504662660044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/10/click-to-enlarge.html' title='Click to enlarge.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112982266669190207</id><published>2005-10-20T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:37:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel some little punctures on the left side of my chest?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112982266669190207?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112982266669190207/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112982266669190207' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112982266669190207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112982266669190207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112934744465843676</id><published>2005-10-15T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T11:37:24.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMBREAK!</title><content type='html'>Mhmmm. Sembreak na! Woot! It's kinda fun and sad, both at the same time. Sad kase shempre, no more block C :/ It's super sad kase we're super bonded and stuff. :O Rawr... Fun kase, no more paper work!!!! Hahahaha :P Whee! Gimik lang with people.. Hahaha. Wuhooo!!! Alabang na toh :P Mhmmm... :P Hehehe. Haay... Later would be so much fun... Modelling meeting for Anne's debut later... Then Anna's Party naman later. Ohohoho!!! 4-1, I miss you guys *MWAH* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't wait for tonight.... Mhmmm... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112934744465843676?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112934744465843676/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112934744465843676' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112934744465843676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112934744465843676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/10/sembreak.html' title='SEMBREAK!'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112869188484718051</id><published>2005-10-07T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:31:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, In Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, walang pakielamanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finals week is coming up.. What the hell am I doing online? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school is weird. Im happy and sad, both at the same time. RAWR to the people... Well, some of them... &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want time, but I couldnt just get it. I want freedom, but I couldnt just gain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the time come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought no one could mess with fate. Why are there people who manage to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I also thought that we shouldn't be judgmental with regards to people? It doesnt mean that this person does this and does that makes him or her a bad person right? Haay.  Even REAL CHRISTIANS tend to disregard that fact. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im Yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112869188484718051?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112869188484718051/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112869188484718051' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112869188484718051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112869188484718051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-in-random.html' title='Me, In Random.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112825825902683659</id><published>2005-10-02T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:04:19.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pusang hilaw.</title><content type='html'>Why do I feel that something's not right? Aaaahhh... Yoko na manyare ang mga nanyare date.... Shoot... Please, wag na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112825825902683659?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112825825902683659/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112825825902683659' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112825825902683659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112825825902683659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/10/pusang-hilaw.html' title='Pusang hilaw.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112764650404691953</id><published>2005-09-25T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:12:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the day of my birthday, I..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..BREAKDOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call yesterday to basically say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you care for me but that you're just not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Immediately I pretended to be feelin similarly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And led you to believe I was O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just walk away from the one thing&lt;br /&gt;That's unyielding and sacred to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But in reality I'm slowly loosing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Underneath the guise of a smile gradually I'm dying inside&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Friends ask me how I feel and I lie convincingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; So I wear my disguise 'til I go home at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And turn down all the lights and then I break down and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So what do you do when somebody you're so devoted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Suddenly just stops loving you and it seems they haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; got a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Of the pain that rejection is putting you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cling to your pride and sing "I will survive"&lt;br /&gt;Do you lash out and say: "How dare you leave this way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you hold on in vain as they just slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about it&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;But in reality I'm slowly loosing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the guise of a smile gradually I'm dying inside&lt;br /&gt;Friends ask me how I feel and I lie convincingly&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't want to reveal that fact that I'm suffering&lt;br /&gt;So I wear my disguise 'til I go home at night&lt;br /&gt;And turn down all the lights and then I break down and cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112764650404691953?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112764650404691953/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112764650404691953' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112764650404691953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112764650404691953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-day-of-my-birthday-i.html' title='On the day of my birthday, I..'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112732033424808722</id><published>2005-09-22T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:32:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alam niyo bang...</title><content type='html'>..Sadyang may mga pakielamera sa mundo? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AS IN. &lt;/span&gt;Walang patawad. Why do you have to bother whats going on? Yun nga eh, meron nga ba? Yan kase, binibigyan ng meaning. Why talk about my life? Is it THAT controversial, huh? What the hell. Yeta, wala namang ganyanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge a person. You'd always, always, say that!!! Why judge me and the people around me? Damn it, buhay n-a-m-e-n toh eh. Kasama ka? I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna talk to me, hilahin mo ko. Paupuin, kausapen. Baket ba kase kelangan sabihin sa iba... Baket, kasama rin ba sila? Yun na yun eh. Kasama ba kayo? Sagot? Hinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tara, magusap tayo. Para manahimik ka. Para kasama ka na. Ano, okay na? Happy ka na if that happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you just hate it when people involved start to snoot around and be all nosy and crap? Forgive me for being so angry tonight. Sorry for the harsh words and comments (for those who are reading this).  I have shut my mouth for the darn longest time, man. Now, I couldn't take it anymore. Hating this? Bug off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, My blog is 1 year and 3 days old now. =) Yaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112732033424808722?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112732033424808722/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112732033424808722' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112732033424808722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112732033424808722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/09/alam-niyo-bang.html' title='Alam niyo bang...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112713870707392030</id><published>2005-09-19T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:07:19.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not surprised.</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Nag-usap tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know if you knew YOU were the one I was ranting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me who it was... I couldn't just tell that it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tingin ko, INSENSITIVE ka nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to your 354 messages... Marame sabe mo? Marame nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I just couldn't let go of it.. and you.. Demmit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112713870707392030?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112713870707392030/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112713870707392030' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112713870707392030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112713870707392030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-not-surprised.html' title='I am not surprised.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112704446912658353</id><published>2005-09-18T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:02:25.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops ||  Birthdays.</title><content type='html'>354 messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I erase it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, if I do, erased messages don't mean forgotten memories, right? It's just for me not to look back anymore and hopefully, finally, start a new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seeing you from time to time hurts me a lot. Last night was no exception to that. Honestly, it was one of the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 -Sugi&lt;br /&gt;18 -Val and Jean&lt;br /&gt;19 -Rio, Ria and Bries&lt;br /&gt;25 -Sachi Essy&lt;br /&gt;26 -Mommy Dang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112704446912658353?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112704446912658353/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112704446912658353' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112704446912658353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112704446912658353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/09/raindrops-birthdays.html' title='Raindrops ||  Birthdays.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112666628915546524</id><published>2005-09-14T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:53:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from "Ferris Wheel" Play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Girl and boy sitting beside on the ferris wheel ride. They are stuck. The boy is stiff with his actions. The girl moves and moves while arguing with the boy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (screaming) See, the problem with you is, you relentlessly wait. Wait wait and wait!!!! You gotta do something about it, Marc! What if the girl you love already passed you by?! What if she went to Davao, or even Hawaii?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*boy kisses the girl on the lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*girl is stunned.. Shocked..*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What was that for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Doing something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*awkward silence*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Wow. This is weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Unplanned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*The ferris wheel suddenly moves. The boy, afraid of heights, isn't anymore. He stands up confidently.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Oh look! We're moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Boy falls. The girl catches him by the hand. Boy sits down. They stare at each other.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yes we are... Yes we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112666628915546524?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112666628915546524/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112666628915546524' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112666628915546524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112666628915546524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/09/excerpt-from-ferris-wheel-play.html' title='Excerpt from &quot;Ferris Wheel&quot; Play.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112654120356262165</id><published>2005-09-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:47:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I get in getting stranded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell did I do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so damn it cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; and I were stuck in the area in front of the school because of that stupid rain. We were just supposed to grab ION drinks cause we had to stay up late for the APS reporting tomorrow. BUT THEN AGAIN, the rain just loved us. Haha. We had to wait for 2 hours before we had the guts to walk under the rain and go back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinky's dorm.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. And while waiting... Many things happened. HAHAHA. Just between me, and Mika ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, damn it. What I get in getting stranded? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to change you know... I dont want to hurt you anymore. Im sorry. My bad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... What's up with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112654120356262165?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112654120356262165/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112654120356262165' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112654120356262165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112654120356262165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-i-get-in-getting-stranded.html' title='What I get in getting stranded.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112628373455389324</id><published>2005-09-10T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T12:37:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random. *edited</title><content type='html'>Training is fun, yet tiring, haha. Super we really have to memorize the steps kase nga if not, ulet. :O Kakahiya if it's your fault pa diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaay, Im back in the track. Basta. It's just me, Anne, and Bea A. :) Love you both. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane Araga's birthday tomorrow :) Yaay. Finally Im going to see the 4-1 people. :) Yehes. Enjoy na toh. 18 hamburgers. Hahaha. Im one of them :P Okay, what to say again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. It's kinda weird. Actually, it is weird. Something is wrong... But I don't know what it is... I just have this feeling na meron mali.. Or magiging mali. What the hell. Haha. Sana what im offering is just the same for the other party. I hope so talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busyness is not an excuse. Pero damn it, dame ko talaga ginagawa. As in literally madame. Mamatay na nagimbento ng school. Hahaha. (Pero malamang, patay na yun. Hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in history, Tin Lucas will not be able to go to the CCF dance concert tomorrow. How frustrating. Dance people, I still love you all. :) God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to love __________. Okay. Fill in the blank na lang. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just share? I have more than 15 crushes. I think they're 20 now :O TAKE NOTE: May girls pang kasama :)) Super funny talaga!!!! Hahaha. I think I have to lessen the tambay sa ledge. I just get to see my 15+ crushes, each and every single day. :)) *Much love to Chocettes/Ebony* Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112628373455389324?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112628373455389324/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112628373455389324' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112628373455389324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112628373455389324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-edited.html' title='Random. *edited'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112558342225177853</id><published>2005-09-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:03:42.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>Whee. It's been a while. Hehe. Anyway, what has been happening the past few days? Well, APS results for midterms, I sucked. I swear. But for the long test, praise God, I passed. :O I can actually treat you to your favorite food now. Haha. :P Tuesday, I had my training. Well, a few more set of 8s and we're done!!! Woot. :D I arrived home 11:30 :O Then, Wednesday, we had our Critics Night. Damn, the plays are so good. You should watch all 3, kk?? Yaay! Haha. I went home around 11:30 again :O It's just so sad.  And tiring. But it was all good. I had fun :D Im having fun! Hahaha. Oh well. I hope I could balance everything right. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of things. People, places, memories. Haha. Dammit. :P Such a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112558342225177853?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112558342225177853/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112558342225177853' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112558342225177853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112558342225177853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112511010689439905</id><published>2005-08-27T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T10:35:06.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday Laura Jane Puno! (August 18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Gian Recalde! (August 27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baket ganun? Kun kelan ka magiging masaya, bigla na lang papanget mga manyayare?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112511010689439905?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112511010689439905/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112511010689439905' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112511010689439905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112511010689439905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112446740086338851</id><published>2005-08-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:04:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>Shoot. Im suuppper tired na... But I have to do lots of things. As in literally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Study for APS midterms&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Study for BIO lab exam&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Do Civ monks thinger&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Do Civ paper&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Do APS paper&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Study for FIL (I can't believe I suck at that Subject! Sorry kun feeling pero iba talaga tong Filipino namen eh! KILLER!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Do English Paper&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; So diba goodluck. Oh meron pa pala... Memorize steps. Performance pa sa 2nd week (or 3rd ata) of September. :O Woah. May training pa. So.. Lalala. Goodluck to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, strength to do things. Everything that I do, I do it all for You. One last request: Make me love those who are hard to love. Please. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Im so tired na. May practice pako for Music Ministry tomorrow. 9-3. Wawness. Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112446740086338851?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112446740086338851/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112446740086338851' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112446740086338851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112446740086338851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/08/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112411849555758816</id><published>2005-08-15T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:08:15.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saket ng...</title><content type='html'>...Katawan ko. Exagge. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay. Woot. Dancing na ito. Fine, I made up my mind. I will join na the training. Haha. Even though that's optional..I am so happy cause Saturdays are not required! Just the weekdays!!! Yaay!!! Anne my lab, I will join na :D Hahaha. I won't leave you, bebe :P Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Stop annoying me! Cause one more snap and I will REALLY kick your ass! :O I am NOT kidding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112411849555758816?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112411849555758816/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112411849555758816' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112411849555758816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112411849555758816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/08/saket-ng.html' title='Saket ng...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112377681110621311</id><published>2005-08-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:13:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Invented Lines :p</title><content type='html'>I stayed at Illin's house today. It's super fun. Haha. Due to our weirdness and craziness, the following would be our YM status' for a while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To Choccettes: I want that skeleton in my closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To Bow Wow: Don't pierce me in your arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To Snoop: You are the best sin I ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To Fries: Super-size me, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...We are still thinking for Hottie... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To Hottie: Burn me in your love (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Silly us. :P Aaaahhh... Nice Hair texted us today. Woot. &lt;333 Gonna miss that guy. Haha. Love you boy! :)) Tae. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112377681110621311?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112377681110621311/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112377681110621311' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112377681110621311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112377681110621311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/08/crazy-invented-lines-p.html' title='Crazy Invented Lines :p'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112360066392962819</id><published>2005-08-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:22:54.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>I miss a lot of things... And people... Let's start my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I MISS...&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;4-1&lt;/b&gt;. My high school class rocks. I miss the fun every morning, hiritan during class hours, especially when it's Physics and Filipino. I miss the moments when we would practice for Choral Fest and Song Fest. I miss the moments when we would just have our Class Lunch together, Pig out, Eat Ice Cream, buy turon, talk, laugh, smile, share. I miss every dismissal time when we would sing our hearts out with oldies songs. Haha. Those days were the best. I miss holding hands with them while doing the ring aroung the rosie in the field. I miss making "papansin" with my class. I remember, there was one time in CAT class, when we were still marching and looking our best while people were passing by the area already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all in College now, and even if Im having fun, I can't help but get teary-eyed whenever I would receive emails from them. It's hard to let go of people you simply love. It's hard to let go of people whom you have trusted. It's hard to move on knowing that each day, you won't see them. It's hard to let go of the people who has given you all the love, acceptance and understanding. I miss you, 4-1. You guys rock. From ABE to YAO, (sing it!) no words can express how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Being 'Me'&lt;/b&gt;. Something changed somewhere along the way. I know somewhere along the way, I did. There were just moments when I would feel something different. Hmm.. Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt;. Things were super okay before. I just can't help but wonder why there are still people like you who just can't seem to think straight. Sometimes I am tempted to ask you why you are that insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Summer&lt;/b&gt;. Oh goodness, I miss the sun. I miss sunbathing!!! Ahh. Demmit. I wanna be darker, and tanner again. I hate my color now :/ Bomba beach babes, we're the best. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;The beach&lt;/b&gt;. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gain a short time lover, lose a lifetime friend.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112360066392962819?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112360066392962819/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112360066392962819' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112360066392962819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112360066392962819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112339781831864632</id><published>2005-08-07T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:09:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Excerpt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOT THIS FROM BIX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an excerpt from miela's blog entry...:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AN EXCERPT FROM STARWARS EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE SITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda: Premonitions, premonitions. Hmmmm, these visions you have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin Skywalker: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are of pain, suffering, death... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda: Yourself you speak of, or someone you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin Skywalker: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;close to you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin Skywalker: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda: Careful you must be when sensing the future, Anakin. &lt;u&gt;The fear of loss is a path to the dark side. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin Skywalker: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I won't let these visions come true, Master Yoda. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin Skywalker: What must I do, Master Yoda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kasalanan bang umasa kung pinaasa ka?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112339781831864632?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112339781831864632/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112339781831864632' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112339781831864632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112339781831864632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/08/stolen-excerpt.html' title='Stolen Excerpt.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112333926083033690</id><published>2005-08-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:48:43.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep and Meaningless -Rooster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I, I don't know why I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I, I don't know why I still feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;You, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you left me feeling high and dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing, nothing but the question why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I guess you had another direction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And leaving me with nothing but a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll say that I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's just a lie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You still walked away leaving me in this mess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is deep and meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You, you knew what you were doing to me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I guess &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was too blind to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Well you hit where it hurt and you fooled me so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd do it again to relive what we had&lt;br /&gt;Damn that's sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things left to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of a love that I just can't leave behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (repeat)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today is bittersweet. :) Nevertheless, the word "sweet" is there, even if it's bitter. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112333926083033690?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112333926083033690/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112333926083033690' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112333926083033690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112333926083033690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/08/deep-and-meaningless-rooster.html' title='Deep and Meaningless -Rooster'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112317199719183834</id><published>2005-08-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:13:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days in School with my Crushes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool. Haha. I get to see them everyday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choccettes&lt;/span&gt; is the best. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snoop Doggy Dog style &lt;/span&gt;is the friendliest, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signs&lt;/span&gt; well, he used to be the object of my (and Illin's) affection, he's a lalala now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice hair&lt;/span&gt; who just left us broken (harhar. My sisters and I),  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fries&lt;/span&gt;, who just captured my eyes. BWAHAHAHA. Joke. Anyway, Fries is the sweetest. :"&gt; I love my school! Hahaha. I get to see my crushes every single day!!! Hahaha. :P Super fun. I get giddy all the time. Me and my Ditsi Nikki, have fun in looking for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hottie &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reedley&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Codenames are everywhere, man! It's funny cause sila &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelo and CJ&lt;/span&gt;, they get to wonder tuloy if sila ganun din with their crushes :P Haha. It's really weird cause we've been obvious by these people, I swear!!!! Lalo na si HOTTIE!!!! :O Well.. Kanina, si FRIES!!! Haha. Illin and Bea lang may alam nito :P Whee. FRIES. :P Aaaahh. It was so fun being in the same places with them.. or actually... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spending time with them.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Lalala :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days in School with my Crushes give me sweet rays coming from the sun, despite the rain that won't seem to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shout-outs: (Tingin na, baka andito ka.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Choccettes, Nice Hair, Fries, Hottie, Snoop, Signs: YOU GUYS ROCK! Hahaha. :P &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Psst.. Hoy... :) Wala lang. :D I really missed you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hey. Yun lang. Hey. Kunde kita napansin the other day, Im sorry. I think you should feel that once in a while. Nagbago ka eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Soulmate (UA&amp;P)! Hehe. Love you! Thanks for the Milk Candy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Soulmate (CCF)! Loooffff the green slippers. Whee! &lt;333 Iheartbeingemo. Hahaha. :P Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4-1!!!!!! Mga Kapuso, kapamilya, mahal ko kayo. I miss you guys! You just rocked my high school life. Even if we're in college now, I still think of you guys from time to time. Waah. Can't let go of 3-1/4-1. Tae. Iba ang 41 sisters eh. It's like, the best lang naman. Hahahahaha. Kakapalan na toh to the nth level! Oh well. I still got the 4-1 spirit. Papansin rin ang block ko :P Woot. Haha. I miss you all!!!! Nigga G!!!!! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112317199719183834?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112317199719183834/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112317199719183834' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112317199719183834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112317199719183834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/08/days-in-school-with-my-crushes.html' title='Days in School with my Crushes.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112299812179646142</id><published>2005-08-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:55:21.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, Tin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"You don't need sunshine in order to be happy. You just have to learn how to enjoy the rain." *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Bully.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Niks. I love you. Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to enjoy the rain, while it's still there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANIKA&lt;/b&gt;, OMG na toh. :-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112299812179646142?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112299812179646142/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112299812179646142' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112299812179646142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112299812179646142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/08/smile-tin.html' title='Smile, Tin.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112281145942425164</id><published>2005-07-31T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T20:04:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Message to self: &lt;/b&gt;Aww mehn. Sunday Madness. Haha. Whatever happened, happened. Tin, just laugh about it. Don't make whatever's happening be a hindrance for you to be happy. Sure, it's rainy days again, but remember, it won't be forever. &lt;b&gt;Just like the sun.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish you have some advice to give on how to be insensitive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. School's been fun. As in really really fun. I love it when I'm busy. It is in my busyness where I actually find peace. Funny, huh? It's for real. I tend to forget things that are not meant to analyze and worry about. Perfect. That's how I like it, and that's how I would want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sunshine. Plain gray skies, with twister. It's okay. Still part of mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112281145942425164?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112281145942425164/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112281145942425164' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112281145942425164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112281145942425164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112226689124083166</id><published>2005-07-25T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:50:02.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Staring At The Sun" -Rooster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;You kept me standing in your shadow&lt;br /&gt;And its a cold cold place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im running away from this messed up place&lt;br /&gt;Im breaking free, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im tired of staring at the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cant stand the way you burn my eyes so I cant see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;And I dont need this kind of high coz now Im done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you wont let me&lt;br /&gt;But just turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;You'll tie me up, kick me around&lt;br /&gt;Trying to kill my dreams and break me down&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t hang around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im running away from this messed up place&lt;br /&gt;Im breaking free, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Cant stand the way you burn my eyes so I cant see&lt;br /&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;And I dont need this kind of high coz now Im done&lt;br /&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daylight on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know its time to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I know its time to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Cant stand the way you burn my eyes so I cant see&lt;br /&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe (stealing every breath I breathe)&lt;br /&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;And I dont need this kind of high coz now Im done&lt;br /&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Remember this entry? It has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;exactly one month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; since I published it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June 25, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything might seem to be okay and fine for now. Im not complaining about it. In fact, I am more than happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just make me hold on to things that are worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The happiness that I feel every moment, is very unexplainable. I can try, but I don't have to. People could see the reason, for my huge smile. Just like what my friend said, there is something to look forward to everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am afraid that what I am going through will just fade away; that's why each night, the Lord knows, &lt;u&gt;I wouldn't want to lose you.. Ever.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;...and just pertaining to the last line, too bad, I just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112226689124083166?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112226689124083166/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112226689124083166' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112226689124083166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112226689124083166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/07/twister.html' title='Twister.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112194377755136300</id><published>2005-07-21T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:47:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We were at the verge of meeting halfway. But suddenly, he moved away. Reasons? I do not want to know. I guess it is a one way thing anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to associate him as the "sunshine" in my life. Reasons are too many to explore. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of which is that whenever rain would fall down on me, he would manage to make me smile and happy every time I am with him.&lt;/span&gt; I have realized this ever since I met him. He would try to tickle me (of course, not literally) and honestly, it would work. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One moment I would be the saddest person but then after he would do everything, I would be the happiest person alive, somehow. &lt;/span&gt;Even as friends, we understood each other. We had a connection that I couldn't even explain (well, as for me). I used to think that our friendship was something very rare and very special. At least&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; felt that way. I never knew what he thought about it. I never knew his views about it. &lt;u&gt;I did not care.&lt;/u&gt; Why would I? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All I would think about is that I thank God that he would try his very best to take me out of my sad state and just laugh all the way with him and sometimes, at him. &lt;/span&gt;Whenever I would tell my friends about moments where in he would take time to make me smile and show me how much he cared, they would agree with me in saying that indeed, he is one heck of a "sunshine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I developed a wonderful relationship (friendship) with him. &lt;u&gt;Even though we do not text much, when we would see each other one day of the week (especially after a stressful week) and catch up on things, I would just smile and I would feel really better.&lt;/u&gt; I do not know why. Honestly, he is the only guy that would make me feel those things that I am sharing to you now. Cheesy, but yeah, really, it is true. Everything was just pure friendship; until I realized some things over the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like him. I liked him even before we got really close this year. I liked him even when he had a girlfriend and I had "someone"&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my subconscious mind and heart, I had feelings for him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I just told myself that it was not a big deal to make it known to him. It would just ruin our friendship. &lt;u&gt;I shut the hell up for a year now&lt;/u&gt;. And hell yeah, it sucks. I do not mind not telling him what I really feel, but there were times when I would just wish I could scream at him and tell him that, "Hey butthead, I like you, okay?". Obviously, I cannot. I never knew his side on things. I always knew my side (duh). But thinking about it, &lt;strong&gt;he moved away and I stayed&lt;/strong&gt;. This picture shows clearly how much "one way" this is. &lt;strong&gt;There was never a "him to me"; it was always a "me to him".&lt;/strong&gt; And just to add to that, he liking me is a big: WHATEVER. Haha. It is just like the "oil and water" scenario. When you mix oil and water in a glass, you would see that they are together, but they will never mix. That is how exactly we are and I guess that I have to accept that one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do not know if at some point I was wrong, because I never got to know his side.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The person, whom I thought brought sunshine to my life, is just another person who managed to bring rain to my existence, without him noticing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;The sun would shine and once again, you'd be mine oh mine. But in reality, you and I will never be..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being apart from someone you are used to for quite some time actually hurts a lot. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It hurts more when you know you have spent so much time and memories with a certain person&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What hurts even more is when you know that once something is broken between the two of you, it would be so hard to make things back to normal again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes you would ask yourself what went wrong. What did you do wrong? What did you do that made him step back? What have you said that got him into thinking and made him walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if you do not find answers to these questions? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You do nothing but accept what is going on at that moment and you just keep on begging God to talk to him and make him do some effort to talk to you about it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And after which, you just wait. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait and pray that something miraculously might get into his head and finally, he would start talking to you again, just like the old times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not knowing what to do is the worst kind of suffering.&lt;/em&gt; Hell, it sucks. Because at this stage, you have no answers to your questions, and you do not even know where you stand. &lt;strong&gt;Meeting half way and one stepping back and you, just hanging there? &lt;em&gt;Tell me about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realized that I value our friendship more than anything&lt;/span&gt;. I thought of the scenario of "us" being together and I do not think that it would work out. Probably in the future. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for now, I am trying to save the friendship that has seemingly passed away for reasons I simply do not know. And I am hoping that "sunshine" would &lt;u&gt;bring back the old times, &lt;/u&gt;as if &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; happened... as if &lt;u&gt;he never hid&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;let the rain fall&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag-ulan na. Wala ng araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112194377755136300?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112194377755136300/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112194377755136300' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112194377755136300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112194377755136300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-it.html' title='This is it.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112159866868049836</id><published>2005-07-17T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:39:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The person, whom I thought brought sunshine to my life, is just another person who managed to bring rain to my existence, without him noticing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. As for now, I am trying to save the friendship that has seemingly passed away for reasons I simply do not know. And I am hoping that "sunshine" would bring back the old times, as if nothing happened... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;as if he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;never hid&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let the rain fall on me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from my composition. Tae ka. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, if &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; do really care you'll get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Sorry sa kung ano man. I don't know what happened but yeah.. I am still sorry. Tae, miss na kita. Bwiset. Hehe. Sige, bye na. Mag-ingat ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to self: Tag-ulan na. Wala ng araw.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112159866868049836?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112159866868049836/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112159866868049836' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112159866868049836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112159866868049836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112031727775261956</id><published>2005-07-02T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:14:38.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this.</title><content type='html'>Love and Bitterness are the topics now a days.. Why is that? Lalala. Wanna know more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/btiful_mstake/19695.html?view=37103#t37103"&gt;Click this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Assuming you have read it.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word, every line, every emphasis, they're all so &lt;u&gt;TRUE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocks... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan and Tin Umali...&lt;/span&gt; Lalala :P Haha. Love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SHOUT OUTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan and Tin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Waaah.... Super thanks for talking kanina. Lalala :P Hehe. Sup B's? Waah. We have PART 2 pa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Redge:&lt;/span&gt; Lamo, kahit tae ka, mahal kita. Haha. Joke :P Love you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIS&lt;/span&gt; ;) *hmm.. Baket kaya?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikki:&lt;/span&gt; THANKS AGAIN FOR THE NIGHT! Super thanks rin for listening... *MWAHNESS* Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know who you are (or maybe not): &lt;/span&gt;Tae ka. Haha. Kidding. Nde... Ano.. Wala. HELLO and HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112031727775261956?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112031727775261956/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112031727775261956' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112031727775261956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112031727775261956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/07/read-this.html' title='Read this.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-112014140814046721</id><published>2005-06-30T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:23:28.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-brokenness..Broken-heartedness. Haha :p</title><content type='html'>Im doing a YM Convo with &lt;strong&gt;Danika &lt;/strong&gt;now. We're actually analyzing why boys are jerks (okay, hold on, before you hunt me down and kill me.. &lt;em&gt;why &lt;u&gt;some&lt;/u&gt; boys are jerks.)&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Okay, we've realized a couple of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, boys are not that sensitive to our species. That's given. Hello? Boys will never &lt;u&gt;fully&lt;/u&gt; understand girls, and vice-versa. Okay, moving on, super &lt;strong&gt;hinde talaga.&lt;/strong&gt; Not a sign of sensitivity in their system (before you hunt me down and kill me again, let's rephrase that.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some&lt;/u&gt; of the boys are not sensitive enough at all.). &lt;/em&gt;Why are they not sensitive? It's because they don't know that they are leaving us &lt;strong&gt;hanging in the air.&lt;/strong&gt; They would be sweet to you for a while, show much attention, and afterwards, yeap, leave you. Shempre, we realized na girls are super &lt;strong&gt;gullible.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yehes. Very true. Oo nga naman, the excuse of guys to tell us na it's not their fault why they hurt us is that we &lt;u&gt;believe the things that we don't have full knowledge about.&lt;/u&gt; In short, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para sa kanila wala, binigyan mo lang ng meaning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So, kasalanan mo pa. O diba? Well, they'd be sweet and all that crap and then you ask yourself.. And so, what now? Answer? &lt;strong&gt;Nothing.&lt;/strong&gt; Reason? Kase, wala nga talaga. Hmm.. Which makes you a seasonal girl. Awful, isn't it? A guy will just treat you like a special person in his life &lt;u&gt;whenever he feels like it. Kun trip ka niya ng panahon na toh, okay. Kun hinde, malas mo.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tae.&lt;/strong&gt; Ano ka, part-time lover? Wala lang. Naisip ko lang, nde connected but I included it. Haha. Sinong disoriented? Ako. Haha. :p They become sweet to you, you believe, you misunderstand, they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guard your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're still my sunshine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-112014140814046721?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/112014140814046721/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=112014140814046721' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112014140814046721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/112014140814046721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/06/heart-brokennessbroken-heartedness.html' title='Heart-brokenness..Broken-heartedness. Haha :p'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111997023044660545</id><published>2005-06-28T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:50:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Everything might seem to be okay and fine for now. Im not complaining about it. In fact, I am more than happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make me hold on to things that are worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiness that I feel every moment, is very unexplainable. I can try, but I don't have to. People could see the reason, for my huge smile. Just like what my friend said, there is something to look forward to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that what I am going through will just fade away; that's why each night, the Lord knows, I wouldn't want to lose you.. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111997023044660545?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111997023044660545/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111997023044660545' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111997023044660545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111997023044660545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111970804809022026</id><published>2005-06-25T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:00:48.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take 2, thanks for taking good care of me while I was sick last night :) Love you all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki, I looooveee you :D Hehe. :P I'll be a good fishy na :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan!!!! :P Haha. Kwento pa! :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think about the person you love for 2 minutes and forget them for 3 hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely on them. Now you think about him for 3 hours and forget him for 2 minutes. --Paulo Coehlo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111970804809022026?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111970804809022026/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111970804809022026' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111970804809022026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111970804809022026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111953685415969081</id><published>2005-06-23T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:27:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just share?...</title><content type='html'>Im happy today. Actually, it has been a while.. :P Uhm.. baket kaya? Ewan ko rin. Haha. Busy in school but what the hell.. Im happy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just put it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P Oh crap. Am I getting out of hand? :O Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There'll always be sunshine, when I look at you. It's something I can't explain, it's just the things that you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111953685415969081?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111953685415969081/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111953685415969081' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111953685415969081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111953685415969081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/06/can-i-just-share.html' title='Can I just share?...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111927727787299578</id><published>2005-06-20T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:21:17.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Oh fart. Haven't updated in a while.. Tae. Busy kase. Anyway, had my rehearsals today. Really fun :)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Napa, &lt;/span&gt;thanks a lot for the ride :) Yaay. Hehe.  O, read El fili, k? :P Haha. Uhm, there. What happened pa ba? I dowanna go to school tom :/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APS.&lt;/span&gt; Oh crap. Mamamatay nako. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say much na. I have so many things to read pa. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in College. Im still in awe. Labo. Haha. Bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikki, help me :( Im soooo *toot* with *toot* :/ Love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111927727787299578?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111927727787299578/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111927727787299578' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111927727787299578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111927727787299578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111879715646764160</id><published>2005-06-15T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T08:59:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Funk.</title><content type='html'>Haha. Can I just sa na mejo lang naman obvious sino &lt;strong&gt;FRESHIES.&lt;/strong&gt; Tae talaga. &lt;strong&gt;Chex, Bea, Anj, Cil and I&lt;/strong&gt; were just laughing our asses off kase nga super na kameng napapahiya. Haha.  Wag na nating ikwento dito. You wanna find out? Ask me in person. Hahahaha :p Tapos we got lost pa what classroom to go to (Bea, Chex, Cil and I). Haha. Sinong nde familiar sa mga building? :P Errmm.. Haha. Lalala :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier pala yesterday, I met up with &lt;strong&gt;Coco and Aumar&lt;/strong&gt; (Poch and John came in late). We did our &lt;strong&gt;Prayer Walk &lt;/strong&gt;in the Campus. Super fun!!! Nakakaiyak. Haha :P So there. &lt;strong&gt;Poch and John &lt;/strong&gt;came na then we prayed as a team sa &lt;strong&gt;SEB office.&lt;/strong&gt; So there. Lalala. Ang funny ni Aumar. Wahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHOUT-OUTS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BULLY!&lt;/strong&gt; Hope you're okay na. *huggy* Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEA!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Sorry won't go to Ateneo today. Text you later :) Plus you have to continue your kwento!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNSHINE &lt;333&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was my first day yesterday so far? Uhm... Well, for every class, I have a paper to do. That is so sad. :/ University of Abundant Papers nga. Wawness. So there. The syllabus that we have kinda scares me a lot. Okay. Wala na. &lt;strong&gt;College na ako.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111879715646764160?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111879715646764160/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111879715646764160' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111879715646764160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111879715646764160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-funk.html' title='First Day Funk.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111850021726234223</id><published>2005-06-11T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T19:03:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation/Jzone -edited</title><content type='html'>Waaah. Tae. Can I just say na 5 days of orientation seemed like hell? Haha. Pero fun :p Labo. Anyway, take note.. Classes have not yet formally started and I don't have time to go online na and blog. Pano pag class na talaga? Fart. That is so sad. :( I don't want to even imagine that. Anyway, just to make kwento, so far I'm enjoying the company of my friends, especially my block. Can I just say that... &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Block C rocks. :)&lt;/span&gt; It does. Sit-in in our class, tatawa ka lang ng tatawa. &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say na I've got &lt;strong&gt;12 subjects, which means I have 26 units,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tae talaga. Oh, plus looking at my schedule, gawsh. Dreadful, it is. :/ Haha. Phew. Gotta work hard this year. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lord, please help me on this. I can't do this without You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So anyway, that's about it. Moving on to what happened today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up early cause I joined the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Photo and Video Ministry.&lt;/span&gt; We had our devotion first and then we proceeded with the meeting. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Thanks Juancho for the devotion :D) &lt;/span&gt;Then after, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Niks and I&lt;/span&gt; were supposed to wait for &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt; to finish practicing for the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Music Ministry&lt;/span&gt; for tom. But then again we were sooo hungry na so we went ahead na to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Podium&lt;/span&gt;. When we arrived &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pinoydon,&lt;/span&gt; guess who we saw? &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rapha, Bix and my brother. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Lalala. :p Lahat kame separate tables. Lalala. Tapos Mon arrived na. :D Yaay. Loff my atsi and syoti :D So there. As usual, Niks and I have this habit of taking pictures so there. Go figure out that line. Haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say na &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Thanks Kuya Ryan for the wonderful message today?!&lt;/span&gt; Grabe. Major BOOM lang naman sha. The topic today was all about &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Excellence VS. Mediocrity.&lt;/span&gt; Super guilty ako of being such a mediocre :/ Promise. Waaah.. Since school is starting na, Kuya Ry gave us 3 tips on how to strive for excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2 Tim. 2:15 says that we should do our BEST in &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; that we do. Mediocrity is not pleasing to God; it is a sin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ake the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;-Do what is needed to be done. Take the initiative of doing things.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xert energy and effort.&lt;br /&gt;-You are only a failure when you do &lt;u&gt;less&lt;/u&gt; than your best.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;urture consistency.&lt;br /&gt;-We must &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;start and end &lt;/span&gt;things well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Be a TEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, I really wanna do well this sem. Only God could give me the strength that I need. :/ Tae. Im nervous na. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, I am a happy person today. Why is that? LOL. Haha. (Hi Nikki! :p LOL. Waaaahhh.. :"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and after 10 years, nagkita na rin kame ni &lt;strong&gt;Timmy. &lt;/strong&gt;Haha. Grabe ka Napa, tagal na nating nde nagkita :O Wee, we're not sad na. Wahaha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Good morning sunshine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bully, I hope you're okay na. I'm just here, k? I love you, girl, remember that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syoti, ikaw rin. I hope you're okay na :) Ingat ka, kk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;4-1, Im missing you all. Tae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111850021726234223?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111850021726234223/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111850021726234223' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111850021726234223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111850021726234223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/06/orientationjzone-edited.html' title='Orientation/Jzone -edited'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111815149378239216</id><published>2005-06-07T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:38:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?.....</title><content type='html'>....&lt;strong&gt;On the spot essay today.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Tae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come in a few weeks time. Niiice. I'm loving it. So loving it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Favorite line of the day, given by my blockmate: "Good morning sunshine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one who made me feel this way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111815149378239216?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111815149378239216/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111815149378239216' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111815149378239216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111815149378239216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/06/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?.....'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111805951942977599</id><published>2005-06-06T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:05:19.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College.</title><content type='html'>LOL. &lt;strong&gt;First day of Orientation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with &lt;strong&gt;Reese and Kamille&lt;/strong&gt;. Can I just say na sobrang nagrant kame, umagang-umaga palang. Wahaha. We wanted to go home! LOL. So, first day of orientation (take note, nde man lang first day of school) we were dying to go home. :p Tae. Ano ba yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So what happened? Uhm, there, we were oriented sa dress code, proper whateverness, Waha. Sabog ko. :/ Im tired!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know what?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games almost the whole day! LOL. Competitive ang Block ko. &lt;strong&gt;Block C is the best.&lt;/strong&gt; Actually, I remembered 4-1 there :( Yun nga lang, there are boys na now. Hehe. Aww, 4-1, if you're reading this, I love you and I miss you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blockmate ko nga pala si &lt;strong&gt;Reese and Cecile.&lt;/strong&gt; And then uhm, yeah, there. Haha. What else? Oh! &lt;strong&gt;For Pam S, my Twig: &lt;/strong&gt;I love you!!!! :) &lt;333 and I miss you. Reese told me na kaboses daw kita. Haay. Naalala talaga kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be dismissed ng 5:30.. But then again, we were dismissed ng... 4! Haha. I saw guess who? &lt;strong&gt;Pj and Andre.&lt;/strong&gt; LOL. Hoy mga loko. Haha. What were you doing there? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... There. 1 day down, 4 more days to go. I shall survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dare to know, dare to move, dare to experience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111805951942977599?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111805951942977599/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111805951942977599' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111805951942977599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111805951942977599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/06/college.html' title='College.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111769766507852347</id><published>2005-06-02T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:08:48.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 entries.</title><content type='html'>I spent my day yesterday at my classmate's house. &lt;strong&gt;Ia, Lil Bea and PaQ&lt;/strong&gt; were there too. I was the 1st one who arrived at &lt;strong&gt;Rio's house&lt;/strong&gt; (Aww..I missed &lt;strong&gt;Ate Pretty and Ria too&lt;/strong&gt;). So then the rest arrived. During &lt;strong&gt;Lunch time, &lt;/strong&gt;we talked about absolutely anything and everything under the sun. Kahit anong topic, we talked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High school.&lt;/strong&gt; We haven't been in College pa, but we are missing high school right now. We miss how everything seemed so arranged for us. We miss how inspite of our sleepless nights and endless YM conversations, we still managed to survive 4th year knowing that each one in class was ready to give out a helping hand to those who need it. We also miss our lessons, no matter how hard they seemed, we know that when we get to college, lessons would just be doubled, or tripled even. In a few days from today, all of us will be venturing a new life. Uh-huh. &lt;strong&gt;College&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;life.&lt;/strong&gt; No more 4-1 to be with. No more &lt;strong&gt;Homeroom&lt;/strong&gt; class where in everyone in class would either study or just fool around with each other's kwentos. No more &lt;strong&gt;English or Filipino period &lt;/strong&gt;where in people would just rant about &lt;strong&gt;Physics or CAT.&lt;/strong&gt; That's how tight our class was. :) &lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Best.&lt;/strong&gt; Those were the days. Even though we hated going to school, our class and our teachers made our lives colorful and special. &lt;333&gt;Country. &lt;/strong&gt;We also talked about how down our country is right now. We had the same insights about our poor 'ol Philippines. Even though people are saying that there is hope, we all felt that &lt;em&gt;parang wala na talaga eh.&lt;/em&gt; That's how it is. In our lifetime, this country won't survive. Prolly in our children's children's children (or even more). This country is so down in the dumps now, and not even our generation could save it. We felt sad for our country. We &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; blame the people who choose to migrate in the States. Whether we like to admit it or not, there is nice hope for our lives abroad. We joked about being &lt;strong&gt;helpers in France.&lt;/strong&gt; Mataas kase bayad dun. Comparing the sweldo of people here and the helpers in France (or even in the States), it's really high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love.&lt;/strong&gt; I know we talked about this somewhere in our conversation. We mentioned that getting married now is &lt;strong&gt;very expensive&lt;/strong&gt; so what more when we are in the right of age? Uhm, &lt;strong&gt;extremely expensive, &lt;/strong&gt;I guess? We also discussed that it is also expensive to have children. Actually, one child nga lang eh, mahal na. I told them that my dad told us once, that if ever we have a kid in the future, more or less, even though kinder lang, 500 thou na tuition niya. Woah. Ouch. Such a biggie. Then I remember, Rio said, &lt;em&gt;Kung asawa nga mahirap maghanap eh, magka-anak pa kaya.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Haha. All of us laughed when she said it. Kase, totoo nga naman. Then all of us thought of being spinsters forever. Haha. We said that at least, the money that we will earn will just be for us. &lt;em&gt;(And if ever we would want to have kids, we'd rather adopt an African or a Cambodian child than have a husband. Haha. :p Well, that's the most practical decision that we thought. We realized that if we adopt a child from a different culture, we would give a chance for that poor kid to have a good life and education. ).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams.&lt;/strong&gt; We talked about our dreams as spinsters. We said that we would have a &lt;strong&gt;Sex in the City&lt;/strong&gt; kind of life &lt;em&gt;(minus the sex. Haha. Bad. Nde nga kame kasal eh :p)&lt;/em&gt;. We would live in a huge house, all of us together. I, as the head of an Advertising agency, would be in charge of hosting parties and get freebies from sponsors. Haha. We have our doctors too! :p Kontrata na, diba Rio? Haha. Gello (from LSGH) would be the one to do our bodies if ever we get fat. Haha :p Have you watched &lt;strong&gt;Be Cool?&lt;/strong&gt; The house of the nigga guy there, that would be our house. Or the house of Uma Thurman's. LOL. We'd work, do shopping and have a girl bonding forever. Walang saket sa ulo :P LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids.&lt;/strong&gt; We talked about the kids of today and how we pity them. During our younger years, we recalled that we used to watch &lt;strong&gt;Sineskwela, Batibot, Math Tinik, Sesame Street&lt;/strong&gt; and some other educational TV sitcoms. Now, what do the kids get to watch on TV? &lt;strong&gt;Homeboy, Wowowee, GKNB, Eat bulaga, &lt;/strong&gt;and some other telenovelas in ABS and GMA. Don't get me wrong. GKNB and Wowowee would ask educational questions from time to time, but it is different when they learn from one episode per day of educational programs. The kids today are sort of mahina when it comes to simple Math, Science or English. It's just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shows.&lt;/strong&gt; We talked about the different shows that are popular right now. Most of the time, people rely on the TV shows to have money for their everyday needs. But sometimes, they just have to work hard on their own too. Even if they become labanderas, or drivers, or whatever, at least on their own, they are doing something and they don't just rely on such programs. The TV programs are just there to help them in a way. They have to help themselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God.&lt;/strong&gt; We talked about how college would be such a culture shock for us. We reminded ourselves that we should still have faith in Him. Even though the people around us would do things that they feel is okay but in reality it's not, we should still remember who we are supposed to obey. The world or the Lord. We reminded ourselves also that we should not conform to what we see. By God's grace, I know, that He will help us and protect us &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I wrote here are just a summary of what we talked about. It was really, really, really nice talking to them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's kinda scary to think that we all left school not so much prepared. :/ We all don't know what is in store for us these coming days. We do know one common thing: &lt;strong&gt;We'll meet Hell Days again. &lt;/strong&gt;Everyone would study, everyone would be busy, everyone would do their own thing. But we all promised to keep in touch, and have bonding times kahet once a month or once every 2 months, or during sembreak. Basta, we would keep in touch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of being pressured to do something you don't want to. I just held back the tears when my mom told me that in the States, the medical field is in demand, because I know, she will bring up the topic of making me take up &lt;strong&gt;Nursing&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;PT&lt;/strong&gt; once again. I wasn't wrong. She did brought it up after she talked to my Dad who's in the States now. I kinda felt bad cause she knows that I am soooo not good in Math or in Science. And making me take up a course that would just cost much and make me suffer would be equivalent to hell. I cried inside of me. She kept going on and said things like, I will be able to go to the States and make money. I know that I want to go to the States and do make some money, but GAWD, not do something I am not happy about. I would just suffer in pain. I know I may sound selfish, pero diba? Happiness naman sa ginagawa mo ang importante? And also if it interests you. My parent's can't do anything if I don't want to enter the medical field. I just can't. I know who I am. I know my interests. I know what I am capable of. I know what would make me happy. God knows. God knows deep down inside of me that it pains me and it kills me whenever they talk to me about this issue. I want to go to the States and do the job that I love. Not because I was forced to do it, but because I love to. I want to be successful in the field where in I know that is where I am good at. One day, I would show them. I really would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111769766507852347?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111769766507852347/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111769766507852347' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111769766507852347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111769766507852347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/06/2-entries.html' title='2 entries.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111745258479356283</id><published>2005-05-30T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T19:29:44.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tae ang Healthway sa Shangrila.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tae talaga.&lt;/strong&gt; No words to express how badtrip I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kay ganda ng gising ko... Pero sinira mo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohay. So I woke up at around &lt;strong&gt;7am&lt;/strong&gt; to do &lt;strong&gt;number 2&lt;/strong&gt; for one of the requirements for my &lt;strong&gt;Physical Examination&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Healthway.&lt;/strong&gt; Since the "Number 2" has an effectiveness expiration, my mom, my brother and I had to rush at &lt;strong&gt;Shangrila&lt;/strong&gt; within &lt;strong&gt;2 hours.&lt;/strong&gt; So, musta ang pag-panic ko; lalung-lalu na ang Nanay ko. Wow. So my brother parked the car and my mom and I went to the 5th floor. In fairness, the Healthway center looked really clean. So shempre, &lt;strong&gt;feeling namen&lt;/strong&gt; na the service there is &lt;strong&gt;nice &lt;/strong&gt;rin &lt;em&gt;(Btw, kaya sa Healthway ang check up ko, kasama sa binayaran namen sa UA&amp;P yun.). &lt;/em&gt;So there, fill up, fill up ako ng forms and stuff for their records (since 1st time ko nga). I gave the "Number 2" specimen sa Lab person and can I just say na mukha shang kakain ng tao. O: He is sooooo &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; and he seemed not happy with what he is doing at all. Pfft. After like 30 minutes, my name was called. &lt;em&gt;(Take note: We were there mga 9:15.) &lt;/em&gt;So I waited (with my mom and brother)... and waited.. and waited. Pucha na-surf na ata namen ng brother ko &lt;strong&gt;lahat&lt;/strong&gt; ng websites sa laptop niya &lt;strong&gt;BUT THEN AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;, I was not yet called. O: Mga past 10, wala pa ren. Literally, WALA. Since my &lt;strong&gt;number 1 &lt;/strong&gt;will be tested too, I told my mom that nature was calling me &lt;u&gt;badly.&lt;/u&gt; O: So she told me to go to the lab and get the container for it. After, I gave it to the lab again (uh-huh. I gave it to the &lt;strong&gt;BIG MAN &lt;/strong&gt;again :/). I went back to my seat and just relaxed and stuff cause na-feel ko na everything will go on smoothly na. Uhm, I was wrong! Shusmee! It was &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;11 &lt;/strong&gt;na noh! My mom was so &lt;strong&gt;furious&lt;/strong&gt; already kase naman, we haven't eaten any thing (LITERALLY, ANYTHING.), tapos SUPER bagal pa nila kumilos. &gt;:( Since my mom &lt;strong&gt;hates&lt;/strong&gt; services such as this, she stood up, talked to the person stationed at the &lt;strong&gt;Nurse Station&lt;/strong&gt;, and asked how come I was not being called yet. Okay, here's the thing: Once your &lt;strong&gt;BP, weight and height&lt;/strong&gt; are taken, the nurse will forward your paper to the cashier person and do something and then call you. Isang &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;malaking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT THEN AGAIN,&lt;/u&gt; hinde nagawa nung napaka-cute na Nurse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She asked her other kasama if she has my paper. Umiling si kasama. She (the kasama) looked at me and asked me gently (notice the sarcasm on my tone) &lt;em&gt;Where is your paper?&lt;/em&gt; Aba. Ininglish niya ko. So, since I was getting mad with their oh-so-wonderful-system, I told her, &lt;em&gt;I don't have it&lt;/em&gt; with matching taray voice. And since she was oh-so-gentle to me, my mom looked at her and said, &lt;em&gt;Anong paper?! She wasn't given any paper from you! Grabe kayo, kanina pa kame dito.&lt;/em&gt; At nanahimik silang dalawa. The person who took my BP, etc, asked me, &lt;em&gt;Ako ba kumuha ng BP mo?&lt;/em&gt; Uhmmm.. Shusmee?! So she looked for my paper sa kanilang oh-so-organized-table. And miraculously, she found it &lt;em&gt;(Background song: Hallelujia! Hallelujia!). &lt;/em&gt;Bumelat pa sha na pabiro. Wow. Coolness. So she forwarded my paper already. She told me to go to the place near the room of Dra. Something for my physical examination. I felt violated inside the room. Haha. Tae. :p Anyway, enough with that; the nurse told me to go to the &lt;strong&gt;X-ray&lt;/strong&gt; station and wait for my name to be called. &lt;em&gt;(Oh diba, sosyal. May station station whateverness pa.)&lt;/em&gt;. Since my mom was REALLY, REALLY, REALLY hungry (DUH! Sino bang nde gugutumin dito. Tae.), she talked to this really nice (seryoso ako dito) nurse. My mom complained about their system and then she voluntarily said, &lt;em&gt;Maam, gusto niyo po, ako na mag-forward ng paper niya sa Lab?&lt;/em&gt; Shempre, we agreed. I was lacking &lt;strong&gt;CBC count&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;strong&gt;X-ray &lt;/strong&gt;na lang (or so I thought) cause I was done with my &lt;strong&gt;number 1, number 2, BP, weight, height and Physical &lt;/strong&gt;check-up. After a few minutes, (mga 3 nga lang ata eh. Ganun ka-bilis), the girl called me and said na they were ready to get my blood count. My mom was really thankful for the Nurse. Right after CBC, the girl told me that I was next in line for the X-ray &lt;em&gt;(Can I just say na hinde ko naabot yung for the chin thingy?! O: Ganun ba ko kaliit?! Shusmee!). &lt;/em&gt;Super fast talaga nun girl! O: Hurrah for her! :p After the X-ray thinger, the nurse (the one who got my BP) told me and my mom that I still have a last station to go to... &lt;strong&gt;The dentist station.&lt;/strong&gt; :/ Farthead. So, on my mom's watch, it was almost &lt;strong&gt;11:15am&lt;/strong&gt;. The dentist was available &lt;strong&gt;11:30&lt;/strong&gt; (DAW). So, we sat with my brother and then my mom instructed him to buy &lt;strong&gt;siopao&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;Dimsum&lt;/strong&gt; stand. &lt;strong&gt;WALA AKONG PAKI KAHET NA IDE-DENTAL CHECK-UP AKO. &lt;/strong&gt;Duhrrr.. I was really hungry!!! So there, while waiting for my brother, there was this &lt;strong&gt;guy doctor&lt;/strong&gt; who looked like a dentist. Shempre nagtitigan kame ni Mom. Haha. Mom told me, &lt;em&gt;Siya ba?! Siya na ba yan? Haay nako. Tawagin niyo na name nung anak ko.&lt;/em&gt; Shempre, natawa kame. Haha. My brother came with the siopao. And can I just say na &lt;strong&gt;FIRST TIME&lt;/strong&gt; akong na-excite ng ganun sa food. Hahahahahahahahaha :p Iba na talaga ang gingu-gutom ng bwiset na Healthway na yan. After eating, my mom and I decided to sit near the room of the dentist-looking-person. At since nag-feeling kame na sha nga yun &lt;strong&gt;mali&lt;/strong&gt; kaming dalawa. Hahahaha :p Napahiya kame deep inside cause we were really mad at him! :)) So there.. Lalala... :p Tapos, the nurse (yes, still the same nurse who got my BP) said na next na raw ako. Uhmmm... &lt;strong&gt;But then again ulet....&lt;/strong&gt; After a million years, I wasn't called by the dentist. So sumipot ulet yun nurse. Tapos she told us that 15 minutes daw, kame na. &lt;strong&gt;But then again, lampas 15 minutes na nga, iba pa yun pumasok.&lt;/strong&gt; Tae talaga!!!!! &gt;:( So anyway, after nun pumasok na person pero nde naman talaga sha, I was next. Mejo masunget pa yun dentista. &gt;:( Bwiset. After the dental check-up.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAPOS NA!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Wahaha. Yahoo!!!!! Finally, mom, ahiya and I, ate REAL food. O: Yum... :D Haha. Lalala :p Tae talaga Healthway. Sorry sa mao-offend dito. My blog. My opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay... I am anticipating my Dad's arrival... :) &lt;3333 Miss you dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111745258479356283?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111745258479356283/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111745258479356283' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111745258479356283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111745258479356283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/05/tae-ang-healthway-sa-shangrila.html' title='Tae ang Healthway sa Shangrila.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111728998651791756</id><published>2005-05-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:19:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization... O:</title><content type='html'>Lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevmind... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dundundundundundundundun... RUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111728998651791756?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111728998651791756/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111728998651791756' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111728998651791756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111728998651791756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/05/realization-o.html' title='Realization... O:'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111707683304775349</id><published>2005-05-26T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T11:15:20.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Winner...</title><content type='html'>...Is &lt;strong&gt;Carrie Underwood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I felt yesterday pa that Carrie was gonna make it to the title. My gut feeling was, well.. (UN)fortunately, right. :( I've been wanting &lt;strong&gt;Bo Bice&lt;/strong&gt; to win ever since &lt;strong&gt;Constantine Maroulis&lt;/strong&gt; got voted out. That was really war for me. If you recall my entry about Constantine, I cried, remember? Haha. But I recall, when my brother asked me who my top 2 were, I remember mentioning Carrie's name somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeff: Tin, sino bet mong Top 2?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tin: I have na! I have na! Constantine and Carrie....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeff: Talaga?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tin: Or Constantine and Bo.. Pero ang galing ni Carrie eh. So she might make it to top 2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeff: Ako rin eh. Pero I want Constantine to win.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED CONSTANTINE TO WIN TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That convo was when Constantine was still in the competition. But when he got voted out, here's how our convo went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeff: Sino na top 2 mo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tin: Bo and Carrie na yan. But if Vonzell will keep on doing good, wala na si Carrie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isip isip)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tin: Pero Carrie has so many fans talaga eh! So, Bo and Carrie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeff: Oo nga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OO nga talaga. Bo and Carrie were the top 2 contenders. And well.. Carrie is the new American Idol. I liked her at first, but when Bo was really doing good, I decided to go to Bo's side for good. Haha. My Mom is such a Bo fanatic, can I just say?! Haha. She doesn't like Carrie at all! Haha. Well... At least &lt;strong&gt;Clive Davis&lt;/strong&gt; wants to do recording with Bo. :D That's a HUGE deal! Plus he has a car. So it's all good. He is one humble man and I love him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Since I mentioned the word "Contenders", can I just say that &lt;strong&gt;Peter Manfredo, isa kang bwiset!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Did you watch &lt;strong&gt;The Contender&lt;/strong&gt; finale last night?! So the fight was against &lt;strong&gt;Sergio Mora. &lt;/strong&gt;I wanted Manfredo to win cause I really like him!!! :( Pfft. Talo sha. Pano ba naman, he was not fighting at all! He just kept on sticking to Sergio! What was that??! Fight man! :/ Rawr. Anyway, no point of ranting about this anymore cause Manfredo lost. That just sucks. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHOUT-OUTS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;strong&gt;Rockers &lt;/strong&gt;out there in America, PLEASE JOIN AMERICAN IDOL and win the title :D Haha. That is, if you're &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; good and you sing &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; well.. kk?! Haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrie Underwood,&lt;/strong&gt; in fairness to you, you deserve it (although my mom keeps on shrugging me off whenever I tell her that you really do. Haha. Sorry about that :/). Pero for me, you &lt;u&gt;are&lt;/u&gt; deserving. Good job, Farm girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bo Bice, &lt;/strong&gt;the love of my life next to Constantine, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU ARE STILL MY IDOL AND I STILL LOVE YOU :).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha. Even if you dint win the title, it's alright, you still have millions of fans :D It's all good. :) You've done enough, and you'll &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;down the house &lt;u&gt;wherever&lt;/u&gt; you will go. Remember, YOU own the stage, according to the judges. :) &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111707683304775349?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111707683304775349/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111707683304775349' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111707683304775349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111707683304775349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/05/american-idol-winner.html' title='American Idol Winner...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111686439188985103</id><published>2005-05-23T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:12:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project School Camp = Blessing &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Long entry coming up :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a brief background of this entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't supposed to go at all because my mom and brothers said that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dad's not here.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Shempre, I got sad and stuff but I really prayed to God to make me well. Bad timing lang talaga pero if it was His will for me to go, He'd do anything right? So there, nawala na saket ko and my mom allowed me to go! Yaay! Haha. I love you Mom! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;May 20, 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told &lt;strong&gt;Nikki&lt;/strong&gt; I'd wake up at around &lt;strong&gt;4am.&lt;/strong&gt; But then again, I woke up at around uhm.. &lt;strong&gt;5am.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! :p Sorry :p So there, my mom dropped me off to CCF already. Honestly, I really thought &lt;strong&gt;Dags&lt;/strong&gt; wouldn't go. Haha. Isang malaking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pero&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nakita ko si &lt;strong&gt;Dion &lt;/strong&gt;and Dags coming out of their car. My mom was like, &lt;em&gt;Akala ko ba, Dags won't go?&lt;/em&gt; I was like, &lt;em&gt;uhm.. Akala ko rin.&lt;/em&gt; Isang malaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pero&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nanaman, napahiya ako! Haha. Dags and I screamed at each other nun nagkita kame. Haha. Then we just laughed and laughed. Dags showed herself to my mom and then after that, on our way to CCF building, we passed by &lt;strong&gt;Cathy, Jin&lt;/strong&gt; and Nikki. They were on their way to &lt;strong&gt;Mcdo.&lt;/strong&gt; So anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Jo &lt;/strong&gt;arrived na rin then the three of us went to &lt;strong&gt;3rd floor&lt;/strong&gt; and I registered na. Haha. Then, I met my &lt;u&gt;enemy&lt;/u&gt;. Harhar. Ssh. Lalala :p So anyway, shempre, morning na morning, &lt;strong&gt;CAMWHORING&lt;/strong&gt; ruled the day (or the should I say, the whole time? Haha :p). So finally, we had to board na (Haha. Ano toh, plane? :p Harhar). So anyway, my busmate is... Nikki! Haha! Then Dags and Jo, Anna and Aisha. :p So there, we had fun inside the bus! Hehe.. Niks and I talked about &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; under the &lt;strong&gt;sun.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. :p *huggy* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bully, I loff you! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Upon arriving the place, camwhoring still took place. Haha. If you'd view the album of &lt;a href="http://ickynikki.multiply.com"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt;, you'd see that each moment was really captured by her cam :p When we finally got to our room, someone opened the backdoor (I couldn't remember who) then we saw a swimming pool!!! We were all so happy to see it! Haha. Nice yun view eh :p You can easily jump from the room, actually. Haha. So there, Aisha and I managed to find ways to clean the pool. Haha. Pool cleaners :p Hmm.. What else happened nun first day? Oh! We have a new lalala :p Care of Dags and Jo! Haha! :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dundundundundundundundun... RUFF!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May tono rin toh! :p It rained in the afternoon.. Lunch time, to be exact. When Kuya Ry, Me, Nikki, Aisha and Anna were done eating, we saw &lt;strong&gt;Sabs&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;the younger sister of Michelle &lt;/strong&gt;(Sorry, I don't know her name :/) did this pose in front of us without them noticing it. :)) It was super funny! Feel na feel ni Sabs so we couldn't stop teasing her. :p Harhar. Sorry Sabs... I love you! Haha. When we were swimming, Jo invented a game..&lt;strong&gt;Buko ball!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! Pag natamaan ka sa ulo, GOODLUCK! Hahahahaha :p After swimming, Nix and I took a bath and stuff. Haha, we had the same outfit for the night! We dint even notice it! :p Aisha did (I think.. ;p). We both wore white shirt, gray shorts and aqua flipflops. Haha. Twins ba kame? :p Tapos tanned pa kame! Haha. Super funneh! :p We dint plan it or anything.. It just happened! Heehee :p Hmm.. what pa ba? Mikko massaged me... I massaged Dags.. Haha. Uhm.. The games were fun. :p The session was okay din... Hmm.. Oh! Before we slept, Dags and I were the only ones laughing because we were talking about &lt;strong&gt;Wowowee&lt;/strong&gt; episodes :p Haha. Hookay.. Let's go to Day 2.. Ay wait. Nun games part pala, I forgot to include it here, sa Paint me a Picture thinger, &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~anna_henny"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; is such an idol worshipper! Haha! According to &lt;strong&gt;Kuya Ryan,&lt;/strong&gt; she &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jerome's&lt;/strong&gt; feet. :p Hahahahahaha! Anna, I dint know you were an idol worshipper.. Tsk, tsk. Harhar :p Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;May 21, 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 of Project School Camp! Woot woot! Haha. What happened ba here? :/ *Dory mode* Oh! I was telling Nix na we have to do &lt;strong&gt;Number 2.&lt;/strong&gt; So she was the first one who tried it.. She said listening to her iPod helped her do it. So Dags got her iPod (at since nde pa sha naliligo since the first day, haha, she was next to Nikki) and she shouted na it works daw. Now after Dags, it was my turn. And can I just say na I have my song! Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;My place&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Nelly.&lt;/em&gt; Haha! Cause when it played, SUCCESS agad! Harhar! So pag labas ko ng CR I danced pa. Haha. More sessions happened here. New comers came! :p &lt;strong&gt;Mon, Ate Mimcy, Ate Tina, Ate Nikki, Coco, Kimi &lt;/strong&gt;and some others :/ Haha. I don't know if I missed someone but if I did.. Sorry :/ So I kept on teasing Momi Kimi kase she said na samen raw sha matutulog. Haha. So anyway, the weather wasn't as nice as nun first day. &lt;strong&gt;Kimi = SB.&lt;/strong&gt; :)) Inside joke :p 'Nuff said. Harhar. Oh and nun day na toh, the pool was cleaned by the management! Woot woot! Harhar :p Nde na kame ni Aisha naglinis :p So there.. :p &lt;em&gt;Kimi, let's tell the boys to swim here! &lt;/em&gt;Haha! There were a couple of bugs the other day but this day, no bugs... Just.. &lt;strong&gt;Paolo Baylon.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. Keedeeng. Bati nga pala tayo Paolo :p Haha. So anyway, Nikki and I looked like twins again :p We wore blue top, maong shorts, and aqua flipflops :p Haha! So anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Ate Atid&lt;/strong&gt; was called in front to sing her song. She called &lt;strong&gt;Jolo&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Carlo&lt;/strong&gt; to sing it with her! Haha! The best! I will sing it with Nikki if you wanna hear it :p Haha. Benta talaga eh :p So anyway, this was also the day when Paolo was making kulet me and Nikki. Haha. AS IN SUPER KULET NYA!!! O: Haha! &lt;em&gt;God-dependence is a secret!&lt;/em&gt; (saying this with a Yoda voice) Haha. So there.. This was the last night too. We had a sorta special night. We sang our hearts out to the songs and stuff for the &lt;strong&gt;Lord&lt;/strong&gt;! Super nice! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Oh Lord make the sun shine, and the moonlight, in the night sky...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...I can't stop falling in love with You, I'll never stop falling in love with You. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.. What else happened? Oh. Chico slipped cause of following me. Haha. Sorry about that Chico :/ Kaw kase eh.. Sana you just shouted my name so I could've stopped walking.. :/ Then Anna got sick :( Basta she was hot na when we were on our way to the hall. :( Wawa. &lt;strong&gt;Monmon kase eh! Playing with your wound! Step-mother got tired of you na. Tigas kase ulo mo! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha :p Lalala :p Ruff! :p &lt;/strong&gt;So late night na, there were people eating noodles. Nikki got hungry so I accompanied her to the store and she bought the instant noodles :p When we got to the kitchen to get hot water, it didn't work! So manang said that we should try the hot water at the food area. So we went there. (It was stationed near Paolo, Chico and Dion's room, by the way). So we saw the metal thinger. We were so happy! Haha. So Nikki told me to press the thingy... After a while.. I told Nikki, &lt;em&gt;Niks, wait. (I smelled it) OMG. It's coffee!!!!&lt;/em&gt; And Niks was like, &lt;em&gt;seryoso ka?!?&lt;/em&gt; :( It was a sad thing for us. :( Tinikman ko actually.. Haha. Ampanget ng lasa! At first parang masarap then the after taste was mapait :/ Haha. Can I just say na &lt;strong&gt;Jake &lt;/strong&gt;ate the noodles. Haha. So ayun, Paolo came out of the room. Patay. Haha. Ay, bati na nga pala kame noh! Haha. We have a picture na bati na kame :p Haha. Anyway, after this incident.. Niks and I decided to go to our room and sleep na. :p We were the last ones who came back to our room. Super kulet kase! Goodnight na kame ng goodnight and pinapatulog na kame ng security, but we just stayed outside. Haha :p So there. Sleep na us. Haha. Nothang.. Lalala :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;May 22, 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of camp. :( What happened here?...Nix, Chico and I ate lunch by the pool! Haha (Btw, we did our Quiet Time there rin). Super nice :) Hehe. La lang. Lalala! &lt;strong&gt;Monmon, &lt;/strong&gt;our baby brother made tambay with us sa labas ng room namen :p Haha. We finished our Peanut butter Chips Ahoy. YUMMEH!!! Thanks for that Niks! :p Ayun.. Our baby brother just bonded with us :) So session na.. What pa ba happened today? Hmm.. Last free time! Aww... People just bonded and stuff :) So there.. More picture taking of course :p Nikki pa! Haha :p We decided that we'd take a bath (Haha. We're goats and we are tamad to take a bath :p). So Mon told us that it's nice to take a bath sa bath house. Lakas daw ng water, mas clean daw. So we decided na we'd go there to take a bath. When Niks was all set, NAWALAN NG TUBIG! O: We went back and told Mon: &lt;em&gt;Mon, we hate you. :-L pfft. &lt;/em&gt;Haha! Sabe niya: &lt;em&gt;Nde, kahapon talaga, malakas yun water!&lt;/em&gt; So we went back and asked manong if the water at the bath house is working. He said yes so when we tested it, it worked! Haha! So pagbalik namen (with towels on our heads :p), we told Mon: &lt;em&gt;Mon, we love you!&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha! :p Wheeness! We looked like twins again. :p Magkaiba lang yun bottom namen. I wore a skirt, Nikki wore pants. But we have the same top, black sha then our flipflops were black too! :p Haha. So the others were swimming pa right? Niks and I decided to go to the pool area and check the people out. To Nikki's dismay, nabasa sha :( Her pants got all wet and stuff but it dried up naman so it's okay. Lalala... So, it was time to pack na since we were leaving in a while. When I was getting my stuff at the back area, Jo and I talked and bonded for a while. Kwento kwento and all that. Love you Jo :) So anyway, we went to the bus na. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks Jake for bringing my bag!&lt;/strong&gt; :p Not ene.. lalala :p So at the bus, Niks and I were scared of sleeping cause we might be victims of the people that we laugh at :/ Harhar. We took pictures of sleeping people kase so we might get Karma O: Heehee. Sorry :p So what else happened? Erm.. Cheryl had fun looking at sleeping people. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Bj&lt;/strong&gt; naman had fun taking pictures of them :p So there, finally we arrived CCF na. I had to leave right away cause my Mom bought 7:30pm tickets at Podium for &lt;strong&gt;Star Wars, Episode III.&lt;/strong&gt; Eh at my phone it was 7 something already. So there, I watched Star Wars with my 2 brothers and mom. I made kwento about camp and stuff. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I comment about the love story in Star Wars???!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Anakin Skywalker. Harhar. But he's evil now. On our way home, I made my brother explain to me why falling in love with Padme made him bad. Isn't it Jedi's were not made to feel anger, hatred or love? But with Anakin's case, he chose to fight his feelings for Padme. My brother said that they are forbidden to love because they'll be vulnerable to feel anger, hatred, etc. In order to fight for Anakin's love for Padme, he wanted to go to the dark side because he thought that in having great powers, he will save Padme from death. Well, he was wrong. My brother shared a cliche insight: &lt;strong&gt;Don't fall in love. It will make you evil.&lt;/strong&gt; Harhar. :p I like that. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shout-outs!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikki! Hey bully! You know I love you! :) Im soooo happy that we got to bond more :) *huggy* Pebbles and Doug. Awww... Hehehe :p Super fun nun camp.. Super daming memories. :) Glad I got to share it with you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anna! Woot woot! I came! Haha. You know I love you too! Had fun bonding with you rin! Sana you dint get sick, though :/ *huggy* Hope you're so well now. I'm still bitter na ikaw nde kinakausap ni Manang pero when it's my turn, she always asks for my Rice! Now that's discrimination! O:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dags! I'm sorry judgmental ako.. Sabe ko na you're not going. Harhar. :p How mean of me. Sorry girl! Haha. I love you naman eh :D Hehe. So glad you came. *huggy* *mwahness* Dundundundundundundundun.. RUFF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jo! Hey Riot girl! We dint get to riot cause we got the presidential table most of the time and we got to stay in one room! ;;) So no riot (thank God!) Harhar :p Dundundundundundundundun.. RUFF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aisha! Sorry kun maingay kame ni Dags. O: Haha. Scary ka dear, promise! Haha. At least.. you dint shout at me! Haha :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Momi kimi! Ang epal mo! =)) JOKE LANG! I love you mommy! Ang fun kase you came. Sorry if there was no space for you in the bed :/ I had fun teasing you, though. SB ka kase eh! And you're one gullible woman. Haha. :p Sorry we had to make you believe that Aoo and Anna were half-siblings. :)) Heehee. Loff you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monmon! Hi syoti! I really had a great time bonding with you rin :) Super kulet mo at ang hyper mo! Haha. Super nakakatawa :p It was so nice having you around :) I love you syoti! &gt;:D&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where would you go if you died tonight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111686439188985103?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111686439188985103/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111686439188985103' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111686439188985103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111686439188985103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/05/project-school-camp-blessing-3.html' title='Project School Camp = Blessing &lt;3'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111651053552751689</id><published>2005-05-19T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:48:55.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YM convo with Tina Araneta</title><content type='html'>Haha. This YM convo reminds us of our UAAP sessions. Harhar. We are so funneh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not paste all.. Just some of it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMERICAN IDOL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (2:58:34 PM): i wanna watch idol!&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (2:58:52 PM): i'll make you balits, you like?&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (2:59:22 PM): yes, please!&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (2:59:25 PM): blow bly blow update!&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (2:59:26 PM): *by&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (2:59:32 PM): sure sure!&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:06:07 PM): 3 songs: own, judge's choice, and clive (?) davis' choice&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (3:06:09 PM): (i love your status, btw! haha!)&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:06:20 PM): ( oh well thanks )&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (3:06:20 PM): oooooh! cool!&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:06:50 PM): kakaexcite toh!&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (3:06:52 PM): who's first?&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:07:02 PM): vonzell muna&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:07:15 PM): i'll never love this way again muna kantahin nya&lt;br /&gt;tinaarantea (3:07:20 PM): uh huh!&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (3:07:58 PM): interesting.&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:08:10 PM): nakakatakot!&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:08:15 PM): &lt;&lt;&lt; feeling kasama&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (3:08:47 PM): hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (3:09:02 PM): *screams* i know i'll never love this way agaaaaaaaaaain!&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:09:12 PM): waaaahhh&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:09:19 PM): ayan na.. they're judging it na&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (3:09:52 PM): okay!&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (3:09:59 PM): comments, please?&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:10:48 PM): clive: no smiles sa ganung song.. good daw randy: tough song tapos pitchy paula: beautiful but pitchy end was great simon: very nervous. bum notes. do better next 2 songs&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:11:29 PM): COMMERCIAL BREAK&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (3:11:41 PM): okay...&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (3:11:43 PM): so not bad!&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (3:12:14 PM): yeah.. not bad.. naman.. pero obvious na nervous sha eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The YM convo is too long. :p Anyway, this topic followed after AI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:12:04 PM): question lang... lamo ba kun baket pumayat si nicole richie?&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:12:29 PM): hindi, bakit?&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:12:32 PM): (pumayat siya?)&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:12:47 PM): yuhness. she is uber thin now.&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:13:01 PM): ive been searching kanina pa how that happened&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:13:43 PM): really???&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:13:57 PM): oh yehes. as in nde mo akalain na papayat sha ng ganun payat&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:14:32 PM): where'd you see pics of her?&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:14:37 PM): in her thin mode?&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:14:42 PM): wanna see? here:&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:14:48 PM): http://www.newszoom.com/search/read/nicole+richie/034250300.1116403856/8/02/&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:16:32 PM): umm, is that lindsay lohan???&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:16:37 PM): yuhness!&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:16:40 PM): payat nya noh!&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:23:27 PM): read this:&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:23:29 PM): http://thebosh.com/archives/2005/05/richie_says_nic.php&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:24:21 PM): opening...&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:25:41 PM): 97 pounds?!?&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:25:43 PM): EWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:25:45 PM): not good!&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:26:24 PM): parang less than 97 pounds nga sha eh!&lt;br /&gt;tinaaraneta (4:26:54 PM): it's not good...&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:27:19 PM): you read my mind&lt;br /&gt;tin_lucas (4:27:20 PM): harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Super fun nun convo na toh! Whee!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,, Im UBER excited na for the &lt;strong&gt;PS CAMP :D&lt;/strong&gt; Wahoo!!! Bonding galore!! AAAAAHHH... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout outs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bully! &lt;/strong&gt;Camwhoring + Bonding galore. Wheeee. Harhar. Tan amplifier is packed already! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna!&lt;/strong&gt; Same as my message kay Nikki! :p Haha. Wheee!!!! Excited nako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee.... Excited na me. Haha. Wuhoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha. Dowanna call you a pig but, yeah, you are :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will give up this fight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111651053552751689?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111651053552751689/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111651053552751689' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111651053552751689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111651053552751689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/05/ym-convo-with-tina-araneta.html' title='YM convo with Tina Araneta'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111634591861218394</id><published>2005-05-18T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:05:18.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;strong&gt;Timmy Nolan! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day Napa!!! God bless!!! *huggy* *mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meme :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111634591861218394?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111634591861218394/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111634591861218394' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111634591861218394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111634591861218394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111615690485953902</id><published>2005-05-15T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:37:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala. *edited</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pag nalaman ay baka umiwas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to update... Rundown of what happened yesterday nalang. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;May 14, Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Nikki&lt;/strong&gt;, went to &lt;strong&gt;Podium&lt;/strong&gt;, went back to CCF, bonded with &lt;strong&gt;Bomba girls&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;wd4j &lt;/strong&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;-Watched the practice of the event, tasted ice cream, picture picture with the &lt;strong&gt;Beach Babes&lt;/strong&gt; (Anna, Tina, Nikki) :p&lt;br /&gt;-Listened to the message given by &lt;strong&gt;Daddy Aoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dgroup! &lt;em&gt;In fairness, si &lt;strong&gt;Kelly&lt;/strong&gt; ay nagbalik. Harhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went home na.&lt;br /&gt;-Thought of steps for the video that me and &lt;strong&gt;Bix&lt;/strong&gt; will make. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, 'lang kwentang entry. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to do so actually.. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the stupid song player wont work. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111615690485953902?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111615690485953902/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111615690485953902' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111615690485953902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111615690485953902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/05/lalala-edited.html' title='Lalala. *edited'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111588293454634819</id><published>2005-05-12T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T15:34:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't know me by now...</title><content type='html'>...you will never, never, never know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Last song syndrome. Tss.. The effect of American Idol. Oh yes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye, Anthony Federov.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, &lt;u&gt;justice&lt;/u&gt; has been served for &lt;strong&gt;Constantine Maroulis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harhar. Cant get over ka buh?:p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday Mommy Nicole :) I love you so much! I miss you :) *huggy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he would come, her face would light up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would he notice?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he would hold her, she would feel fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would he notice?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she would see the different side of the world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whenever he would talk,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would he notice?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause he barely even noticed her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/8385652-111588293454634819?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111588293454634819/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111588293454634819' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111588293454634819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111588293454634819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-you-dont-know-me-by-now.html' title='If you don&apos;t know me by now...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111565600507883749</id><published>2005-05-09T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T15:56:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Week Ever. -edited</title><content type='html'>Grabe, can i just say that I had the &lt;strong&gt;greatest&lt;/strong&gt; week??? Okay,, since I haven't updated for a while.. here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 5, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criselle, Diane, Anna, Momsie Bea, Dadi jb, Lebs and I &lt;/strong&gt;went to &lt;strong&gt;Enchanted Kingdom.&lt;/strong&gt; It was my 2nd time to go... like after soooo many years. Haha. Anyway, we just had fun. &lt;strong&gt;Berns and Francis &lt;/strong&gt;tagged along. Since Momsie bey and I dint pay for the unlimited, we bonded almost the whole time in EK. Super saya niya kausap! Grabe Momsie, if you're reading this: I love you. :) Dadi jb and Lebs went with us a few hours after they tried the rides. We spent time together and took pictures and stuff. Talked about &lt;strong&gt;CHING&lt;/strong&gt; stuff. Haha. :p Dadi jb and Lebs, you guys are the bomb. Harhar. At around 8pm, we left EK and went to eat at Chowking for dinner (thanks to tito boy! Haha. Diane's dad.). After dinner, off we went to Cavite :D Grabe, we just reminisced and stuff.. Like our &lt;strong&gt;Grade School &lt;/strong&gt;memories and all. Harhar. &lt;strong&gt;SIPON &lt;/strong&gt;kwento is the &lt;strong&gt;best!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Benta talaga yun forever :p Even though it was kinda late, we still wanted to swim but Diane's dad said that we should rest for the night and all. Erol. Haha. Lalala :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Labooms session. Need I say more? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dadi jb and I: we managed to sleep. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 6, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, pero umagang umaga palang, Momsie Bey and I got up, dressed into our bathing suits and went straight to the pool area. Harhar. Sinong excited? Kame. Haha. So there, from &lt;strong&gt;8 til 4&lt;/strong&gt;, we just went swimming and used the slide there (of course, we took breaks in between.. like eating and stuff :p lol). We had fun making kwento about actually, anything. It was just fun talking to them :) We left Cavite at around &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; something then we ate at &lt;strong&gt;Pancake House. &lt;/strong&gt;Sarap ng food :) Thanks again to Diane's Dad. :) Weewee. I dont know what time we arrived in Katipunan, all I know is that the driver brought me home around &lt;strong&gt;10 pm.&lt;/strong&gt; Harhar. I dint rest cause I had to pack stuff for the next day! Haha. Tagaytay trip with some CCF girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To my CHINGS out there, Momsie bey, Lebs, Dadi Jb, Sel and Diane:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you for our bonding sessions! I had such a great time just laughing and talking to you guys. :) Even though this trip turned out na onte lang tayo, we still managed to enjoy with each other's company. :) *mwah* love you guys! The pics are uploaded na. There are certain pics that are for contacts only, though. So you have to sign up for multiply, kk? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 7, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around &lt;strong&gt;8am,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/ickynikki"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt; picked me up at CCF. I rode with her and her mom to go to &lt;strong&gt;Kawayan beach&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Batangas.&lt;/strong&gt; Of course, Nix and I were uber excited for the beach! Haha! &lt;strong&gt;Bong:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Malapet na tayo.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. So there. When Nix and I arrived at the beach, we sunbathed agad. Haha. It was soooo hot O: But we said that we were willing to take the pain :p Suntan lotion and Baby oil kept us ermm.. sweating. Haha. Super Hot talaga! When we ate lunch, it was so nice to hear the grown ups reminisce about their younger days and all that. We kinda imagined us being like that in &lt;strong&gt;20-30 years&lt;/strong&gt; or something. Harhar. But we said that we have to stay in shape cause her mom and her mom's friends are well, hot. Harhar. O: Bully and I bonded almost the whole day. :) We had fun making kwentos and stuff. Past lives and all. Hehe.&lt;strong&gt; Love you bully! &lt;/strong&gt;Goats for the longest time. :p Had fun during our bonding day at the beach :) Weeness :D Thank you and thank tita for me too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**2nd part of May 7**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nikki and I arrived at Rapha's place during night time, shempre, walang tigil ang ingay. Haha. We were just laughing and stuff. I had to change to my pantulog cause my whole body was in pain. :/ Waha. I was willing to endure the pain dba? So, kelangan panindigan. Haha. So we had dinner, made &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a lot of kwentos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;during that time. Haha. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sikretong malulupet.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha! *winkie* Shocksness. Namimiss ko na yun! Nix called her dad in the middle of the night and her dad said that we could go to &lt;strong&gt;Punta Fuego&lt;/strong&gt; the next day. We got so excited and all :p Nikki and I slept earlier than them, though. Actually, it was Nix who first slept, then me then them. Nix and I really needed to sleep. We were sooo tired. Haha. Beach ba naman the whole day diba. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 8, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up, we dressed up in our bathing suits, got our stuff ready, ate breakfast, took pictures and off we went to &lt;strong&gt;Punta Fuego&lt;/strong&gt;. We went straight to the locker room, got oursleves ready for our sun bathing session. Haha. So we put Suntan and Oil :p Even though I was red already, I still managed to have the guts to get redder :p Waha. Look at me now. Im in pain. Harhar. Anything for the color :p So anyway, Nix, Bix and I lied down on the thing for sunbathing (iono what's it called.. sorry. Haha) and got ourselves toasted. Well, for me and Nikki.. As for Bix.. Erm.. Harhar. :p Kidding. :p Tot and I listened to *boom* songs. Waha. So after getting toasted, we decided to go to the pool and have ourselves refreshed. And can I just say na anganda nun pool O: We met cute lil girls pa! &lt;strong&gt;Maxene &lt;/strong&gt;(our favorite :p), &lt;strong&gt;Bea and Issa.&lt;/strong&gt; They are such good swimmers! Maxene is just 5, Bea is 8 and Issa is just 6. In fairness dba, galing! Bea and Issa (the sisters) kept on going in between our legs. Haha. Cute talaga nila!!! Kakagigil si Maxene. She is such a cute baby. Haha. I wanted to kidnapp her. Haha. Sa sobrang gigil namen nila Cooks, we took pics of them! Haha :p Maxene looks like the kid from the vaseline commercial. The one asking so many questions. Hehe. Nothang. Lalala. :p So anyway, ayun, we stayed the whole day sa beach :D It was really really fun ;p When it was time to take a bath, Im sorry, can I just say that I had a hard time O: I was soooo red and in pain that even tubig lang, saket pag tumama. :/ So anyway, we took pictures before we left. Drama pics. Harhar. Fave ko yun Jesus Zone pic. Uber cute :P So there, then on our way home, we recorded Rapha's voice and kanila cooks and nix rin. Haha. Cute. Message alert ko nga eh :p Basta had fun sa van on our way home. :p After eating dinner, Bix and I decided to rest sa couch before we do our quiet time. We ended up sleeping. Haha. Tiring eh :/ After making us hear the "lalala alarm", we all went upstairs and did our quiet time. In fairness (realization lang)...I missed doing that. I missed spending time with God. I used to do it everyday but lately.. damn what is wrong with me.. Haay.. So anyway, we slept late cause while Bix and Nix were at the rooftop, the rest of us girls were watching &lt;em&gt;Pinoy Pop Superstar&lt;/em&gt; and we were cheering for &lt;strong&gt;Brennan Espi something.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Too bad &lt;strong&gt;Kristel something&lt;/strong&gt; who sounded like Alicia Keys lost. SO Brennan na kame forever! Haha. Kung last night, kame lang ni Nix nakatulog sa room ng parents ni Rapha, this night, all of us slept in one room :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MOM :) YOU'RE THE BEST. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To the many mothers in my life: Happy mother's day :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 9, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day :( Haay.. Even though it was the last day of the trip, we still had our shares of laughter inside the van. &lt;em&gt;(Rapha voice) Haay nako, ang init init. We might as well be toasted like BAACCOONNNS!! &lt;/em&gt;Nothang. Lalala :p Cute cute talaga ni Rapha. :p So anyway, the trip going back was really fast! No traffic. We arrived at UP just in time for the Dance Workshop. It was soooo hot can I just say O: Harhar. So anyhoo, Nix, Karla and I watched them and stuff. I was Fetched early by my mommay. Hey &lt;strong&gt;Bully, &lt;/strong&gt;thanks for bringing my bag for me. :) So there. Nothang lalala. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY YEN :) IM MISSING YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To my bomba girls, Nikki, Bixie, Cooky, Rapha and Karla:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you guys! I had an &lt;u&gt;AWESOME&lt;/u&gt; time bonding with each of you :) this outing was really full of laughtrip and stuff. Harhar :p By the way, the pics are uploaded already. The other pics are for us lang. So there you go. :) Nothang. Lalala :p *mwahness* Looking forward for more bonding time with you guys! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Just sign in sa multiply to see the pics, kk? *huggy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111565600507883749?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111565600507883749/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111565600507883749' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111565600507883749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111565600507883749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/05/best-week-ever-edited.html' title='Best Week Ever. -edited'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111504197020368911</id><published>2005-05-02T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:52:50.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabs.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating for quite a while now. Why is that? Hmmm.. Iono.. Prolly am too much preoccupied with what this so called life has in stored for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quick Updates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*April 27, Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Dadi Jb!!&lt;/b&gt; :) I had fun helping around, trying my best to do the crepe (lol) and doing your nails :p You are the cutest dadi jb in the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*April 28, Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;PJ&lt;/b&gt; sorry for the hassle. Haha. &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/~k_aren"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://beatotskineski.multiply.com"&gt;Momsie Bey&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://dietguru.multiply.com"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; were supposed to really go to &lt;b&gt;Greg's&lt;/b&gt; party but then again we didn't. Haha. Sorry! Next time.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*April 29, Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Dags&lt;/b&gt; and I were supposed to meet up but she cancelled it due to NBI clearance for her papers. It's okay dear, next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*April 30, Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mommy Yen&lt;/b&gt;, I love you! Thanks for the kwentos. Please come home soon... I will miss you. :( Happy 20th birthday mom! You know that I will be here for you no matter what... :) I'll still keep on updating you.. Email tayo and please try to go online as much as possible.. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                 ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely &lt;i&gt;no right&lt;/i&gt; to feel this way. I am such a &lt;u&gt;sucker&lt;/u&gt; for this. Damn that sucks. :o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me? :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tin, damn it, just stop it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go to Cavite on Thursday. *fingers crossed: sana payagan ako*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED that outing with 4-1. As in I need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my class.. And I miss them so so so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's the second day of May today... Time is just passing me by. I haven't even done anything productive this summer, for crying out loud. Geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~anna_henny"&gt;Anna,&lt;/a&gt; we have to push through our Ilocos trip. Haha. I don't care if it will just be the 3 of us or something. LOL. I just want the beach, the sun, the waves, and spend it with you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is about 46 days from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to school now. But I want my 4-1 class to be there.. But that &lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; will happen. I wonder what college is like.. I wonder who I would hang out with in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I wonder why I am feeling like "this". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I would get through this (for the nth time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can say &lt;i&gt;I am okay&lt;/i&gt; honestly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what I am good at...&lt;b&gt;Wondering&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pahabol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cassie&lt;/b&gt; of America's next top Model, you are my &lt;b&gt;idol&lt;/b&gt;. Oh yes. You rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111504197020368911?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111504197020368911/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111504197020368911' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111504197020368911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111504197020368911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/05/blabs.html' title='Blabs.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111468165676317741</id><published>2005-04-28T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:47:36.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart cries out for you...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;b&gt;Constantine Maroulis.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heart-broken. I cried the moment Ryan Seacrest announced that Constantine would be leaving. At that time all I could say was: &lt;i&gt;"Oh my God, Oh my God.".&lt;/i&gt; I just couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. Even my mom cried. I just love Constantine to death. I absolutely believe that he has the potential. I even predicted that he would win the title. I guess I was wrong. Constantine really captures the audience and televiewers every time he's up on stage and whenever he hits those high notes. He captures my heart everytime he sings (gawd. I sound so in love with that man.. in deed I am. lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was &lt;b&gt;Mario Vasquez, &lt;/b&gt; then &lt;b&gt;Anwar Robinson (even though he is gay I adore him)&lt;/b&gt;, then &lt;b&gt;Constantine Maroulis???&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you America? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE CONSTANTINE MAROULIS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; America for voting him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111468165676317741?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111468165676317741/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111468165676317741' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111468165676317741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111468165676317741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-heart-cries-out-for-you.html' title='My heart cries out for you...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111457086988494022</id><published>2005-04-27T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T11:07:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...may cras akow.</title><content type='html'>Nyak. Kajologan ng title. Bwahaha. Tagalog time! Wheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meron akong cras. Napakacute nya. As in pinapatawa niya ako lalo na pag mag-isa ako sa bahay. Lage nga shang nandito eh. Sobrang sweet (tagalog? ah tamis! hahaha) nga nya sa akin eh. Feeling ko other-half (okay english yun. haha) ko na nga siya. Sweet (tamis) kame sa isa't-isa. Pero malay ko ba kun sweet sha saken dahil sweet ako sakanya. O kaya sweet sha kase kaibigan lang talaga tingin nya saken. Shempre sad ako pag ganun. Baket? Kase one-way (isang daan? haha. jologs nitong entry na toh ah) lang nanaman. Edi aray sa puso. Tagos. Tapos malulungkot ako. Haha. Putek. Mud. Hahaha. (This is such a  broogy entry). Basta ang cras ko, iba sainyo kilala sha. Pakiramdam ko nga andame na nga nakakita dun eh. Marameng na-cutan in fairness (tagalog ng in fairness???)!!! Oh diba? Galing ko pumili ng cras! Kyoot sha. :D Sasabihin ko naman kun sino cras ko eh.. as in ngayon na... Describe ko muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nde gaanong matangkad.. Mejo moreno.. Ganda ng mga mata nya.. Bilog na BIlog... Basta. Kyoot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha ay si..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark. Kilala nyo yan? Aso ko yan.. Asa baba. Hinihintay na nya ako. Kain na raw kame. Babay. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha. whatta jologs entry this is. Sorry for posting this.. because I just want to be happy today. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun sa nagsabe na chubby ako.... The hell. You dont know what I've gone through so bug off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY TWIGGY: I love you to death! I am soooo glad that you are coming home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADI JB: Happy Birthday :) *kisses* I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111457086988494022?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111457086988494022/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111457086988494022' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111457086988494022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111457086988494022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/may-cras-akow.html' title='...may cras akow.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111449561389710026</id><published>2005-04-26T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:11:47.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine.. I Cant help it... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; ..And the sun just makes my day complete. Absolutely, every waking day, it shines. It never fails. Even though rain falls from time to time, the sun comes back with the rainbow. Imagine the picture. Perfect isn't it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;What I love about the sun:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;u&gt;It brightens up my day.&lt;/u&gt; Whenever I'm down in the dumps or something, and then I just see the sun shining down on me, it makes me smile. It lightens me up and that makes my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;u&gt;It's there everyday...&lt;/u&gt;even though it rests at night. I know that when I wake up the next day, no matter how dark and alone my night was, the morning will surely make my day different... Somewhat more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;u&gt;The Sun, the sand, the wind, the waves.&lt;/u&gt; Need I say more? The sun will definitely complete my beach experience. ;) Without the sun there, I wouldn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111449561389710026?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111449561389710026/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111449561389710026' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111449561389710026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111449561389710026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunshine-i-cant-help-it.html' title='Sunshine.. I Cant help it... :)'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111400247126066374</id><published>2005-04-20T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:20:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeflow. Anything goes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can &lt;u&gt;absolutely&lt;/u&gt; leave my page now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As much as possible, regarding what I am going through, I would like this entry to be the last about it. Hopefully, &lt;strong&gt;this is it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(After looking at my archives)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*reflects*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do. Even if it will hurt the other person, don't be afraid because one way or another, that person will feel pain from you. Just keep in mind that the pain that person will go through now will be &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;much different from the amount of hurt that person will feel if you keep it to yourself for the longest time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have learned to trust my hunches most of the time. And if most people agree with what I feel, then, I guess that's really the time that I have to do &lt;em&gt;whatever it is&lt;/em&gt; in order to avoid &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uneccessary anguish and mayhem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day has been a learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me how am doing right now, if am okay or something, here's my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;"Could've said yes; when could've said no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember my Jacket? It has been gone for the longest time. I hardly even noticed it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It must have been the lunatics who invented love. -Paulo Coehlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111400247126066374?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111400247126066374/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111400247126066374' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111400247126066374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111400247126066374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/freeflow-anything-goes.html' title='Freeflow. Anything goes.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111383141595863803</id><published>2005-04-18T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:58:11.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/untitled.bmp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/th_untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(got this from rio's blog. hoodihoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Am) Bearing a &lt;strong&gt;whole lot&lt;/strong&gt; of burden right now. Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ano Tin, kaya mo pa ba?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"take time to tell me, you really care..and we'll share tomorrow, together"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--it's my brother's love song. LOL. Weewee. (aww &lt;strong&gt;Beb.&lt;/strong&gt; hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message for &lt;strong&gt;Nikki Puyat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bully! Remember our YM convo last night? :/ Haay. Well I told you, we shall have a date! Once you get back from &lt;strong&gt;HS camp.&lt;/strong&gt; Kk??? I love you Bully! *huggy* About tomorrow... Mommy :( waaaah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hookay. Anlabo mo Dion. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111383141595863803?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111383141595863803/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111383141595863803' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111383141595863803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111383141595863803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_18.html' title=':/'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111361898464536540</id><published>2005-04-16T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:36:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing else to do...</title><content type='html'>..just reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my entries since september til april. Woah. I've been angsty all my life. LOL. I came across this entry about our &lt;strong&gt;4-1 batangas trip.&lt;/strong&gt; Gawd, mga bez, when will this push through ba??? Haha. LABOOMS. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wait.. Segway.. &lt;strong&gt;For Twiggy:&lt;/strong&gt; go to the previous entry, click the &lt;em&gt;(1) keeps on swimming with me.&lt;/em&gt; I have a message for you there.. kk? *kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So anyway, going back, I read this entry of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(To those who kept themselves updated with my blog, prolly you came across this.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, 'All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Something I wanna add there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment. &lt;strong&gt;No, not for a moment. Forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhlalungz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came across my entry about the movie &lt;strong&gt;Before Sunset.&lt;/strong&gt; I remembered what &lt;strong&gt;Celine &lt;/strong&gt;said about memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Memory's a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good job. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday Cel!!! I'll &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; try to go, kk? I want the people to know who are reading my blog that you are such a &lt;u&gt;great&lt;/u&gt; person :) Your music will go miles, Cel. You are your own music. I love you, Cel. God bless on your birthday :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So there. Hmmm... Messages for some people. No names of course. Mag-feeling kayo if you feel that you're here ;) LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-I miss you! How come I don't see you tag or leave comments anymore? :O Are you out of town or something? :p LOL. Come back! Haha. I'll check your LJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Thanks for my gift (whatever that is) :D I just want you to come home &lt;strong&gt;soon.&lt;/strong&gt; Tell &lt;strong&gt;AYUK &lt;/strong&gt;that I uhm.. I wanna have *toot* waaaahhh. &lt;strong&gt;KIDDING.&lt;/strong&gt; LOL :p Just tell him that I love him. Haha. No, tell him I said hi and &lt;u&gt;MAKE HIM TAG HERE PLEASE?&lt;/u&gt; Haha. I sound so desperate for him. LOL. One obssessed person. :p He's just soooo &lt;strong&gt;H-O-T.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Sorry about last Saturday! Are you going today? Love ya girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Let's go to the beach :O LOL. Just tell me if you're done with the picture thingy. I sent you na right? :O Am so like dory.. Bwahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-*HUG* thanks for the YM  convo we had last night :) It made me smile... and blush. Bwahaha :p Just kidding. You can have him. I'll have the older one. NAH. NO WAY. Haha. I'll have the younger *winkie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Mga bez.. Miss you guys! Labooms ano ba! :p LOL. Let's meet up next week!!!! Please??? Let's stroll wherever. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Wow, thanks for dropping by my house last night ah! :p LOL. Whatta short notice. :O Next time, tell me a day before or something! Haha. But I had fun laughing with you outside my house. Haha. :p Next time you could stay. Mom wanted you guys to stay. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-I'll give you a hug later. Am really sorry if you have to keep up with my rants :O Mah bad gurl. Anyway, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I think I have a problem, I think... I think too much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the entry is &lt;u&gt;sabog.&lt;/u&gt; Nonsense galore. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/8385652-111361898464536540?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111361898464536540/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111361898464536540' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111361898464536540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111361898464536540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/nothing-else-to-do.html' title='Nothing else to do...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111349551841381186</id><published>2005-04-14T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T01:06:16.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd stage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Warning: This entry contains stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ranting for the past weeks about me begging God to make me go through stage 2 (see entry: 1st stage). Now, it's like, &lt;em&gt;God, can you make me numb again?&lt;/em&gt;. Without a doubt going through this (2nd stage) is hell. As the writer said, here you will feel hurt, pain, etc. I guess God heard my prayer... Am here now. And I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I was asked by my mom to throw some of the school things in my room. So I opened the bags that I used for the school year, I opened my drawers, envelopes, etc. I sorted out the things that I can still use in college and the things that are not useful anymore. I got an envelope, put inside those hand-outs that might help me in college, kept in a drawer and then those that I didn't seem to need, I got it, I took another look at it, and threw it away. Even though I didn't want to because I love my high school memories so much, I just &lt;strong&gt;had &lt;/strong&gt;to. I, then, realized something and connected it in life. There are experiences that you can use in the near future, but there are situations that are better off forgotten and thrown away. But even though you throw them, the fact still remains that you have learned some things from it. When you throw such things in your life, take a good look at it one more time, and take the lessons that you've learned from that experience and finally, just let it go. Sure pain strikes you big time. But what can you do? Nothing. It's part of the process. Even though if you don't want to let go of such memories, sometimes you just &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to lie&lt;/strong&gt; and tell you that I am okay. &lt;strong&gt;I am not okay&lt;/strong&gt;. No words can console me as of the moment. Although I want to thank those who try to make me feel okay; because I can feel your love and your compassion. I can't explain how much pain I am going through cause no words can really tell exactly.. but I know that &lt;strong&gt;someday&lt;/strong&gt; (not now), I &lt;strong&gt;will be&lt;/strong&gt; fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for going through this &lt;strong&gt;stupid and foolish&lt;/strong&gt; thing but I guess &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; chose this. So I &lt;strong&gt;have &lt;/strong&gt;to find ways to just get it over and done with. It's just weird cause I feel different kinds of emotions and it kinda bothers me now cause I don't feel normal. &lt;em&gt;Anxiety attack&lt;/em&gt; if you wanna put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, just make me go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this phrase: &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rio&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks for the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gian,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;major&lt;/strong&gt; thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rapha,&lt;/strong&gt; *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cooks, &lt;/strong&gt;I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love always causes stupidity.&lt;/strong&gt; -Paulo Coehllo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111349551841381186?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111349551841381186/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111349551841381186' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111349551841381186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111349551841381186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/2nd-stage.html' title='2nd stage.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111340578032544069</id><published>2005-04-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:42:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Just lyrics... (shout-outs at the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;If the feeling is Gone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the feeling is gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please don't pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you still love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see it in your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it hurts to admit it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can tell if the feeling is gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All I ask, is just a little honesty&lt;br /&gt;though I know, you're not coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that I'll do anything to make you stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just have to let you go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the feeling is gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's a sadness in your smile&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to conceal it&lt;br /&gt;I can tell the feeling is gone (*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;All Behind us now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patti Austin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey, I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;that it didn't work the way&lt;br /&gt;that we'd always planned&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;that you went away&lt;br /&gt;and somehow didn't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We pretended for so many years, but now&lt;br /&gt;its time wash away my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause(And) it's all behind us now&lt;br /&gt;cause we've learned to live somehow without&lt;br /&gt;each other&lt;br /&gt;And its easy to see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it ain't never gonna be the same again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its all behind us now&lt;br /&gt;cause we found a way to live without&lt;br /&gt;each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in time we'll have to see&lt;br /&gt;If its ever gonna be that way again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ohh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey, I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;that I couldn't find the words&lt;br /&gt;that might have made you stay&lt;br /&gt;and hey, it's so funny&lt;br /&gt;how we both can say the same thing in a&lt;br /&gt;different way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretended for so many years,&lt;br /&gt;but now its over baby&lt;br /&gt;and so are my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holdin' out for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But now I finally found where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHOUT-OUTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Nikki&lt;/strong&gt;, glad you had fun today :) Happy sweet 16th birthday. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Tot,&lt;/strong&gt; converse ko just give it to diko. Thankee! *kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Smapi,&lt;/strong&gt; just text me tomorrow, kk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Kiki&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks. *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Dags,&lt;/strong&gt; *sigh* i love you. *huggy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;You,&lt;/strong&gt; it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There is no love in a one way street. -Teacher Yvette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111340578032544069?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111340578032544069/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111340578032544069' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111340578032544069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111340578032544069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111336311226878492</id><published>2005-04-13T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T11:31:52.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masaya -Bamboo</title><content type='html'>Before anything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKKI PUYAT! LOVE YOU BULLY!!! -fishy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. That feels good. Bwahaha. Labo. Anyway.... since am practically obssessed with the songs in my mp3 and since Masaya by Bamboo is one of the list of the songs I can't help but search for the lyrics. :p LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masaya, Bamboo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y malungkot nanaman&lt;br /&gt;Amoy chico na ako&lt;br /&gt;Ilang tagay na hindi pa rin tulog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanong ko lang sa langit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kung bakit pumangit ang dating masaya ngayo'y parang panay problemang bumabalot sa buto bakit ganito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang pag-ibig, ganyan talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pag bago pa ang pag-ibig, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ganyan talaga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;masaya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkagising ko nakita ko si juan&lt;br /&gt;Na siyang adik sa aming lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parang droga daw ang bisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na ginamit, niya kanina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa una lang daw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masarap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang pag-ibig, ganyan talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako'y nilamon na ng pag-ibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ganyan talaga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;masaya...&lt;/span&gt; (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the lyrics says it all O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on other news... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big sis &lt;/span&gt;(tina araneta) offered to make me a background for my blog :) Thanks beeg shish :) That's really sweet of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Take 2 shooting latttuuurr.. :p COOLNESS. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttfn (tata for now)!!! Mom's calling :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111336311226878492?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111336311226878492/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111336311226878492' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111336311226878492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111336311226878492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/masaya-bamboo_13.html' title='Masaya -Bamboo'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111330956965860057</id><published>2005-04-12T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:50:31.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't know you. But I want you. SO bad.... -maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blech. Am so &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt; of thinking a new layout :O Am practically doing it for the &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE &lt;/strong&gt;day but then again... am not done yet. Pfft. Haha. Am so sick of this layout now so it's about time for me to make one.. Well.. Not tomorrow that's for sure. Hehe. :p Well, let's see. Oh whatever :O Wait, before I forget.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA. CRISELDA JENINA CORNONEL CRUZ :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love you girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Who's birthday is it tomorrow??? Hehe. Love you &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~ickynikki"&gt;Bully&lt;/a&gt; :p Hehe. Am going to the &lt;strong&gt;Take2 shoot &lt;/strong&gt;tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd..It is such a boring day. As usual, I was left alone at home. LOL. Wow.. Am having this energy to type all this nonsense. *wink* Coolness, huh? &lt;a href="http://pamisthin.blogspot.com"&gt;Twiggy, &lt;/a&gt;where the hell are you &lt;em&gt;(duh, I know where you are.. Just drop by here. Waha. Cause I miss you, you Snake)&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the songs in my mp3!!!! :O As in once I hear each song: Ermm.. can relate? Check, check, check. Haha. &lt;em&gt;(You know what, I don't know what you are still doing here. Gawd. You love me. Haha. Cause what am typing has no sense at all :/)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss &lt;a href="http://thatstheone.tk"&gt;4-1&lt;/a&gt; :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss going to school cause seeing those beautiful 39 faces make my day all the time. Like there was this one time, I went to school crying &lt;em&gt;(shaddup. I know,,, pathetic)&lt;/em&gt;. Even if they dint know what was going on with me, they did their best to make me smile and laugh. They gave me my happy mood back! I miss &lt;strong&gt;Clara, Julie, and Cara&lt;/strong&gt;.. My 4-1 morning buddies &lt;em&gt;(sorry Twiggy, you go to school late :p but I still love you)&lt;/em&gt;. :) &lt;strong&gt;Clara &lt;/strong&gt;knows &lt;em&gt;every single thing&lt;/em&gt; that I go through. Shet. &lt;em&gt;I miss you gaga.&lt;/em&gt; :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-1 is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;simply the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dull moment in class.. Different kinds of emotions are depicted each day. But no matter what those emotions are, every dismissal time when each of us leave the room, each one leaves a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, we had this &lt;em&gt;karaoke singing labooms&lt;/em&gt; during dismissal. We would sing til our veins started to show, til we had no more air to breathe, til our lungs wanted to break. At those moments, I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; want it to end. I would just smile whenever &lt;strong&gt;Abe&lt;/strong&gt; would think of a song to sing next. And &lt;strong&gt;dadi jb&lt;/strong&gt; would have this endless list of old school songs. The rest of us would laugh and laugh while singing. &lt;strong&gt;Dada&lt;/strong&gt; would make this expression on her face and she'd start doing funny actions with &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/batugan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lebs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We would go out of the classroom all together and all of us would get these scary stares from the remedial classes of those 1st year students. LOL. And the teachers would stare at us as if saying: &lt;em&gt;Umuwe na nga kayo. Nang-gugulo lang kayo ng klase rito&lt;/em&gt;. We wouldn't care less... But we would be sensitive enough so we'd shut up. But once we reach the stairs, gawd, we'd sing the song &lt;em&gt;(with full force)&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I would rather hurt myself, than to ever make you cry, I just can't live a lie anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL. Our favorite old school song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would ever forget the love of 4-1 for &lt;strong&gt;reggae music???&lt;/strong&gt; During the &lt;em&gt;Girls at the Center&lt;/em&gt; week, some of the &lt;strong&gt;nigga g&lt;/strong&gt; got so lazy of going to the classroom so what did we do? Of course, with the lovely iPod of &lt;strong&gt;nanay mich&lt;/strong&gt;, we all had a blast dancing, singing, laughing, and our favorite thing to do: &lt;em&gt;making papansin&lt;/em&gt; :p Haha. There were lower batches who just kept staring at us. Bwahaha. Of course we &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;attention&lt;/strong&gt; :p Teehee. And oh well, we saw this manong guard who went to &lt;strong&gt;Criselle&lt;/strong&gt;. All of us were like: &lt;em&gt;Baket raw??&lt;/em&gt; Of course we were curious about it. Well, well, well.. Her &lt;strong&gt;generous guy&lt;/strong&gt; (our class boyfriend :p), gave her a bouquet of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flowers :p&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wheeee... :D Oh yeahboi. Such a goodie guy :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 4-1 so bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111330956965860057?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111330956965860057/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111330956965860057' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111330956965860057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111330956965860057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111322561220536977</id><published>2005-04-11T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:27:26.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have the will to be skinny. If people have a problem with that, it's their problem, not mine. -Cassie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Booyeah.. Go Cassie. I love you. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gawd. Amanda's such a bitch. She is a backstabber bitch, actually. Cassie shouldn't have trusted her. Rawr. &lt;em&gt;So galet na galet ba ko? Hehe. Affected :p &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;TWIGGY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I miss you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Am an &lt;strong&gt;official bum&lt;/strong&gt; today. LOL. I practically didn't do anything productive. I &lt;strong&gt;slept the whole day.&lt;/strong&gt; What the? Haha. I've been best friends with my mom's bed all day. LOL. Now.. am bored. I want to write down things here. Hmmm... lemme collect my thoughts &lt;em&gt;(aww.. Sr. B. I miss you. Hahaha)....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(okay, you can stop reading upto this point. you may shoo-away now. lol.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am starting to miss people. I mean, I haven't been myself lately &lt;em&gt;(I can feel it)&lt;/em&gt; and I just miss a lot of people.. and yes, God. I haven't been right with Him since school ended. And I feel bad. It's as if I don't care about myself anymore. &lt;strong&gt;I don't care.&lt;/strong&gt; That's all I could say every time. Could I do this? Could I do that? I don't care. Should I go? Should I not? I don't care. Baaad. :/ Shit. The only thing that I care about right now, is my family. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I miss people, why don't I spend time with them? &lt;em&gt;I don't know. &lt;/em&gt;Am pissed with certain things.. and people. Oh yes. People. Not just one. Not just two. People. Sort of plenty. Reason? I don't know what, I don't know why. Am just pissed. Blah.. Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life is made up of chapters right? Could you show me the end of it? If you could, I'd love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stop the crapness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my nails again today! Whee. LOL. When am depressed, I do my favorite thing &lt;em&gt;(nope, not eating)&lt;/em&gt;: cleaning my nails! Hehe. I had fun doing it (LOL, as always :p)!!! Oh dear. It's &lt;strong&gt;Criselle's &lt;/strong&gt;birthday tomorrow!!!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRISELLE!!! MMWWAAHH! I LOVE YOU! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh dear. &lt;strong&gt;The Contender &lt;/strong&gt;na sa &lt;strong&gt;AXN&lt;/strong&gt;. I really gotta go now :p LOL. Wheee!!! I wanna be a boxer. Labo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111322561220536977?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111322561220536977/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111322561220536977' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111322561220536977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111322561220536977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/americas-next-top-model.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111314118659188886</id><published>2005-04-10T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:45:32.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing. Blab.</title><content type='html'>What a great song. Can I just say (ermm.. type) that again? What a great song. Do you know &lt;em&gt;Broken Sonnet by Hale? &lt;/em&gt;I keep on playing it over and over again in my PC... Nothing. Am so addicted to it.. I dont know why... (Am soooo good at being clueless *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broken sonnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I concede&lt;br /&gt;On the night of this fifteenth song&lt;br /&gt;Of melancholy, of melancholy&lt;br /&gt;And in this next line&lt;br /&gt;I’ll say it all over again&lt;br /&gt;That I love you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what they do&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause tonight I’ll leave my fears behind&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause tonight I’ll be right at your side.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie down right next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie down right next to me&lt;br /&gt;And I will never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Will never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock on the TV says 8:39 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s the same, it’s the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And in this next line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll say it all over again&lt;br /&gt;That I love you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don’t care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what they do&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause tonight I’ll leave my fears behind&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause tonight I’ll be right at your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie down right next to me&lt;br /&gt;Lie down right next to me&lt;br /&gt;And I will never let go&lt;br /&gt;Will never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll leave my fears behind&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause tonight I’ll be right at your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie down right next to me&lt;br /&gt;Lie down right next to me&lt;br /&gt;And I will never let go&lt;br /&gt;Will never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But still I see the tears from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m just not the one for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice noh? Thanks for the lyrics &lt;strong&gt;Beb.&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not connected)&lt;/span&gt; I just feel ermm.. bad now. Yeah. I don't know. I want school to start. I want to make my school my sanctuary so that I would not be able to experience what I feel right now ever again. I just want to hmm.. &lt;strong&gt;breathe again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not connected)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to go away for a while...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how songs seem to match with what you're feeling. Do you find yourself listening to the radio and then suddenly, you'd tell yourself: &lt;em&gt;OMG, I can relate! &lt;/em&gt;Shittiness. LOL. I hate it. Cause just when am having a bad day (ermm.. a bad month), "bad" songs keep on playing on the radio. As in I find myself saying this most of the time: &lt;em&gt;Pfft. The song ah. &lt;/em&gt;LOL. Oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Going back to the purple phrase) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really wanna go away for a while.. Actually, even for a year, I'd love that. :/ Iono why... :/ Any oppurtunity of "going away", man, I'd take it right away :O Gawd. What's up with me anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pam (my twiggy and snake) if you're reading this, I wish I was just there with you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... &lt;strong&gt;Yatot!!!!!! :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gusto kong umalis at lumipad, at hinding-hinde na bumalik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111314118659188886?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111314118659188886/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111314118659188886' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111314118659188886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111314118659188886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/nothing-blab.html' title='Nothing. Blab.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111296860707074530</id><published>2005-04-08T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:33:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words CAN bring me down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Damn internet. I was done and unfortunately, it wasn't published. Rawrness*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I absolutely agree with my title. Sorry &lt;b&gt;Chirstina Aguilera,&lt;/b&gt; words &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; can bring others down. My sister, &lt;a href="http://pamisthin.blogspot.com"&gt;Pam S.&lt;/a&gt;, said it all in her blog. Why don't you read her blog first by clicking her name, then go back to my page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Assuming that you guys are done reading her entry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who get hurt with those kinds of remarks. If you think that a person going through the same &lt;b&gt;struggle&lt;/b&gt; we are in is not hurt by that, think again. Next time you say the words: &lt;u&gt;You're gaining weight&lt;/u&gt; (prolly cause she really looks healthy and good) &lt;b&gt;EVEN IF&lt;/b&gt; you have a &lt;i&gt;good intention&lt;/i&gt; of saying it, &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;just keep mum about it. &lt;/span&gt;You just have &lt;b&gt;to be sensitive&lt;/b&gt;. Cause even if you do have a good intention of saying those words, just as I said, it hurts. And GAWD, for those who think we do this (if you know what am blabbing about since the start, you'd know what &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; is pertaining to) because of boys, wtf (f here is not what you think). HELL NO. This is our &lt;b&gt;inner problems&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boys are OUT OF IT&lt;/span&gt;. We do not do &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; for them. We're struggling about it. And giving a comment like: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you're gaining weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;does not help at all&lt;/u&gt;. I personally, am having a hard time going through this and recovering from it, so &lt;b&gt;help&lt;/b&gt; me get through with it. And those comments you've seen from my sister's blog, definitely does NOT HELP us go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog, right? Okay. So therefore I have the right to rant. Just making clear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111296860707074530?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111296860707074530/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111296860707074530' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111296860707074530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111296860707074530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/words-can-bring-me-down.html' title='Words CAN bring me down.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111266751640282311</id><published>2005-04-05T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T10:39:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st stage.</title><content type='html'>I realized that I haven't been really updating lately. These past few days, I haven't really stated what's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; been going on in my life and my mind. Now, I sit (no, I lay actually) at my bed, feeling nonchalant from the "real" world around me. I realized that if I continue to be like this, I wouldn't be able to surpass the &lt;em&gt;numb stage&lt;/em&gt; where I am currently situated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are 3 stages of going through the loss of someone...". &lt;/em&gt;It caught me there. I started to read the article from the &lt;strong&gt;Star&lt;/strong&gt; newspaper (I forgot the author, sorry, it's about 2 weeks ago I think). I was flabbergasted when I saw the 1st stage, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;numbness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You will be caught in denying what's really been happening. You're sad but you try to soothe that sadness by &lt;u&gt;trying&lt;/u&gt; to find ways to look (and be) happy. Due to these, you wouldn't know what you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feel so you become numb about the situation. Next to numbness is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Only here will you experience real emotions lingering in your heart. It is the first time that-that loss is finally sinking in into your system. This is the stage where you start to realize that you're hurt so you cry, you question, you feel really depressed and all. You feel all these things because it has finally occured to you that-that person is gone in your life. After suffering from this, you will be able to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let go and move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Because you have used all your tears in crying and you have accepted what happened to this certain person in your life, you are now ready to let go of him/her and move on with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel really bad cause no matter what I do to get to 3, I would still have to pass through 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That sucks. Bigtime. But I can't do anything; cause experiencing the 1st stage and knowing all these things (the stages and all), I just want to have a fast-forward button (awww.. Jo, I miss you), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there is no such thing. But I know, deep down inside, that I will go through it like a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, If you ask me, I still don't feel a thing. I've been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;begging&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God to make me go through stage 2 now so I could make it to the 3rd phase. But God doesn't want me to go through it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it occurs to you (if you're sensitive enough) that I am not okay but I seem okay, now you know (just &lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt; your best to understand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111266751640282311?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111266751640282311/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111266751640282311' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111266751640282311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111266751640282311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/1st-stage.html' title='1st stage.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111262438211792687</id><published>2005-04-04T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:19:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you...</title><content type='html'>....Mom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be 51 today but you'll &lt;u&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/U&gt; be young at heart :) (and duh, as if you look like a 51 year old mother! LOL :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so happy and blessed to have a mother like you. *kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napa. SSSSSSHHHHHHHHH :p *mwah* *huggy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111262438211792687?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111262438211792687/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111262438211792687' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111262438211792687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111262438211792687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-you.html' title='I love you...'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111237003093979246</id><published>2005-04-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:40:30.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY? Damn it.</title><content type='html'>Why can others be happy? Frustrating cause even though you want to, you just can't. Even though it's a choice, sometimes even that simply shit, you can't decide... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH is wrong with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111237003093979246?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111237003093979246/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111237003093979246' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111237003093979246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111237003093979246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-damn-it.html' title='WHY? Damn it.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111234350641113861</id><published>2005-04-01T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:19:52.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Gonna Beg  -Fantasia Barrino</title><content type='html'>Just a review... I like this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No I ain't gon' beg you no more&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of waitin' don't know what I'm waitin' for&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Yatot! *huggy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111234350641113861?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111234350641113861/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111234350641113861' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111234350641113861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111234350641113861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/04/aint-gonna-beg-fantasia-barrino.html' title='Ain&apos;t Gonna Beg  -Fantasia Barrino'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111208671911565158</id><published>2005-03-29T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T17:03:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>Last night &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhlalungz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. (I love the terms of 4-1. Haha. Miss you guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added new songs... Just check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music doesn't work for Mozilla Firefox..Pfftness. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRABE.  BUHLALUNGZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111208671911565158?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111208671911565158/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111208671911565158' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111208671911565158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111208671911565158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/03/omg_29.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111198345574567196</id><published>2005-03-28T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T14:51:49.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Emotions. It has been one week. *edited</title><content type='html'>I like that. No emotions. Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I miss &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4-1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my class.... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is officially one week today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm still alive (un)fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later would be a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hookay. This is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111198345574567196?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111198345574567196/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111198345574567196' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111198345574567196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111198345574567196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-emotions-it-has-been-one-week_28.html' title='No Emotions. It has been one week. *edited'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111172986345407047</id><published>2005-03-25T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:51:03.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION:</title><content type='html'>The playlist is found at the bottom of the right box. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111172986345407047?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111172986345407047/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111172986345407047' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111172986345407047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111172986345407047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/03/attention.html' title='ATTENTION:'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111164889603980384</id><published>2005-03-24T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T15:48:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel Awful</title><content type='html'>Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the worst day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say worst, &lt;b&gt;WORST&lt;/B&gt; talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault. Okay? My fault. And geez, I admit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that things would &lt;u&gt;somehow&lt;/u&gt; turn out right last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was just a one way thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only I who hoped for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dint happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it will never do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHOUT OUTS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;B&gt;Jaypee,&lt;/b&gt; thanks for hearing me out last night... I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Rio,&lt;/b&gt; :( thanks for staying with me the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Twiggy,&lt;/b&gt; thanks for making me feel better bez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Denise,&lt;/b&gt; I thought about what you said.. And yeah.. I &lt;u&gt;gotta&lt;/u&gt; do it.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Big Sis&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for making sure that everythings okay... *kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Mommy Yen&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for showing me that you REALLY care... You and big sis (tina) dint know what I am going through but you understood me. Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Tim,&lt;/b&gt; this is for you: =) thanks for trying your best to make me smile... *huggy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Tot,&lt;/b&gt; thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;You,&lt;/b&gt; sorry. I just don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day, I cried for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If pain must come, may it come quickly because I have a life to live and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him. Waiting is painful, but not knowing what to do is the worst kind of suffering."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got those quotes from &lt;b&gt;Paulo Coelho's&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhlalungz. Just wanna include it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rio,&lt;/b&gt; you get this right? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111164889603980384?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111164889603980384/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111164889603980384' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111164889603980384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111164889603980384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-feel-awful.html' title='I feel Awful'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111150554948902473</id><published>2005-03-22T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:54:57.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hookay..3rd Entry for the day *edited</title><content type='html'>(obvious bang sabog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no love in a one way street. -Teacher Yvette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True. Very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taragis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano George, gets mo yan? Bagay noh? Yayness (mark sarcasm in my tone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itong araw ba na ito ay gaguhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day pissed my ass off. If you're thinking of the reason/s why, &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; might even be included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I feel anything besides anger? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaaddd sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OMG. &lt;strong&gt;Twig, &lt;/strong&gt;grabe, can't believe ang naalala ng mga tao ay ito: "Bez, I wanna *toooooooooot* with *toooooooot*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, that's the one. LOL. Sorry talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111150554948902473?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111150554948902473/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111150554948902473' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111150554948902473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111150554948902473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/03/hookay3rd-entry-for-day-edited.html' title='Hookay..3rd Entry for the day *edited'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111148002508406981</id><published>2005-03-22T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:27:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read previous entry then this one</title><content type='html'>Am currently having a YM conversation with &lt;b&gt;Rio&lt;/b&gt; and can I just say na naiiyak ako? Shoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rio: basta...sarili mo muna alalahanin mo...kc doon nagkulang si *ladidadida at ladidadida*....pareho silang malabo...leaving u up in the air...lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoodihoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahboi. Booyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I DONT NEED THAT RIGHT NOW. PERO ANG KULET MO. CAN'T YOU SEE THAT AM BREAKING DOWN? MY GOD, YOU ARE INDEED THE MOST INSENSITIVE PERSON I EVER MET. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111148002508406981?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111148002508406981/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111148002508406981' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111148002508406981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111148002508406981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/03/read-previous-entry-then-this-one_22.html' title='Read previous entry then this one'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111147094094372137</id><published>2005-03-22T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:55:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booyah</title><content type='html'>Last night was Xavier's Grad ball. Okay rundown of events again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fetched &lt;b&gt;momsie bey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*went to &lt;b&gt;Aura Salon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;dadi jb&lt;/b&gt; came&lt;br /&gt;*had our hair and make-up done&lt;br /&gt;*dressed up &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Geop&lt;/b&gt; arrived; &lt;b&gt;Jolao&lt;/b&gt; as well (at my house)&lt;br /&gt;*arrived @ wack wack&lt;br /&gt;*had our pictures taken&lt;br /&gt;*had fun (all of us were together na; then &lt;b&gt;Fangre&lt;/b&gt; "babes" lightened up everything. LOL. He's like &lt;b&gt;Roy&lt;/b&gt;. Uber funny&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Mommy amanda, momsie bey and I&lt;/b&gt; made kwento to mommy amanda's mom about what happened at the ball :p&lt;br /&gt;*we arrived at &lt;b&gt;Anna's&lt;/b&gt; place&lt;br /&gt;*had &lt;font size=4&gt;UBER FUN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yeahboi..labooms&lt;br /&gt;*had new &lt;b&gt;BFF&lt;/b&gt;: Marc LOL&lt;br /&gt;*everyone just had fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WTH is your problem? Sobrang lake ng problema mo. Ewan ko ba kung baket. You know what, if you think that by the way that you are treating me shows that you care, lemme clue you in: &lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=5&gt;IT DOESN'T.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; Get that? It does'nt. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shootness ka. Baket kase? As in major question: BAKET? SHOOOTNESSSS. Tss... Why cant you just stay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(talks to  myself) Guess what tin, as if *toot* cares with what you feel. Shut up and forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reflects) Oh.. Yeah. Hope that *toot* would quit playing mind games with me. So I could do that (points to the last sentence of the previous statement).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SAY WHAT YOU MEAN AND MEAN WHAT YOU SAY.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111147094094372137?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111147094094372137/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111147094094372137' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111147094094372137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111147094094372137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/03/booyah.html' title='Booyah'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111133308687276784</id><published>2005-03-20T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:38:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATE NA KO NG HIGH SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>Booyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got emotional during communion time a while ago. Shoot. I am so gonna &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss my class.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I swear. :/ &lt;em&gt;Walang pwedeng tumapat sa memories ko sa high school.&lt;/em&gt; I had &lt;u&gt;fun &lt;/u&gt;memories of each one in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS 4-1, BLUE BATCH '05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats &lt;strong&gt;BLUE BATCH '05! &lt;/strong&gt;We did it mehn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER YVETTE: THANK YOU FOR THE YEAR THAT YOU SHARED WITH US. I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tae ka "George". LOL. Honestly, I dont know what to feel. Ikaw, are you mad? I &lt;strong&gt;hope not.&lt;/strong&gt; Really sorry. See, I could've just kept my mouth shut. LOL. Now that you know, stupid ko noh? "All this time you were pretending; so much for my happy ending."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111133308687276784?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111133308687276784/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111133308687276784' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111133308687276784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111133308687276784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/03/graduate-na-ko-ng-high-school.html' title='GRADUATE NA KO NG HIGH SCHOOL!'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385652.post-111129963236873032</id><published>2005-03-20T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T14:20:32.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>Graduation will start in how many hours from now. Shiiiet. Now it's like, &lt;em&gt;Okay, ayokong matapos ang high school life ko.&lt;/em&gt; But, I have to learn to move on and get it on with my life ahead. I just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my class so much. :/ 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quit playing &lt;strong&gt;mind games &lt;/strong&gt;with me. I feel so &lt;strong&gt;stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiieet ka. Haha. "George" ah. Ano ba. Haha. Tae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions keep on running inside my head. Leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I shall talk to myself. You may leave this site now*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy Tin. Lamo namang wala eh. Get it? It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;nothing.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Isa pa: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;it's nothing.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keep that in mind, will ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiiett...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it eh. Tanga talaga. Oh well. LOL. That's life. I have to live up with that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes you have to learn through &lt;u&gt;stupidity. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause am in the process of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385652-111129963236873032?l=sarah-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/111129963236873032/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385652&amp;postID=111129963236873032' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111129963236873032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385652/posts/default/111129963236873032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-screams.blogspot.com/2005/03/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>braTINella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00683673086525599192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/tin_lucas/Howcute857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
