<?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-8843958</id><updated>2011-05-31T03:16:50.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adela.</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is not the one that would be featured anytime soon in The Star. This basically means that unless you know me in real life, you'd probably not be interested in reading most of the stuff here. And if you do know me in real life, you probably wouldn't want to read this either. This is only to record my remarkably random thoughts as they occur to me, as well as an excuse for merely wasting time.

Oh, and If you must know, I've moved to multiply.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-114413928037136805</id><published>2006-04-04T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:31:30.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late, late, late updates.</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would just like to say that Hong Kong was a blast. I so wanted to blog about this since last week but I was super lazy which is not something that happens everyday, is it? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, March 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5:30. Did a little last-minute packing and an extremely fast shower. By 6 o'clock, we left for the airport since our flight was at 8. Got there at I don't know, something like 6:30. The ride was really fast. No traffic. Loved it. So there, my mom did what normal moms do: line up for that and that. Basta, I'm not sure what they were lining up for anyway. Hehe. So when we were at the immigration already, the people there won't let me, Matel and Miguel in because we were minors and our dad wasn't with us. They were demanding for a clearance from DSWD in order to board us. So my mom got really furious because the bad, bad, very bad travel agency didn't inform us that we needed that and irresponsible Philippine Airlines admitted us already and made us pay for everything then they suddenly won't let us in? Tss. So there was a commotion already. We were panicking, people were looking, my mom was practically yelling, which, by the way, I cannot blame her for. So my mom called my dad and my dad called some people who might help us with our situation since our plane was leaving in about an hour or so and they still won't let us in. So my good aunt, Tita Stela, also called her husband, Tito Charlie, for help. The good thing was Tito Charlie was friends with the head of the immigration center so he explained, talked and finally persuaded him to let us in. Finally. We entered the plane and much to my dismay, I didn't get the window seat I always wanted. Instead, I was set to the aisle seat. Hehe. At least, not the middle one. Even though I don't get motion sickness all the time, I might throw up if I sat on the middle one. The food there was great! Haha. I especially loved their cupcake. So we arrived in Hong Kong at something like 10:30? Hehe, I'm not sure. We went to the hotel, rested for a while then off to Disneyland. Hmm, I don't remember eating. By the way, the hotel we stayed in was nice. It wasn't the best hotel there is but the place was great. It was near Mongkok so it wasn't hard for us to reach the thrift shops. Anyway, we went to Disneyland through their MTR. Yes, it's MTR, not MRT. I was so amused. It was far different from our trains here. Having to ride our trains everyday, I was really impressed by how their trains function. Haha. We rode 3 trains. The last one, which was made especially for Disneyland, was super cool. They had sofa seats and their windows were shaped from Mickey's head. It was so beautiful that I wanted to live their already. Hehe. So we arrived at Disneyland at 3. The place was nice as expected. Although the rides were not as good as the ones in the States, the place itself was heaven. Haha. Wait, don't get me wrong. I haven't been to States yet. My sisters just told me that the rides were nothing compared to the ones in States. Anyway, picture spots were everywhere. Everything was fascinating. I got tired of smiling already since we took &lt;em&gt;thousands&lt;/em&gt; of pictures. Hehe. We saw The Golden Mickey and boy, was it beautiful. After watching it, I started to have this thing for broadway shows. I promise myself I'd see the next Disney on Ice or other broadways shows when it hits the Philippines. Hehe. Anyway, we waited for fireworks which started at 8 then we went back already. We ate at some place that reminded me of Korea. It's not grand or anything, it's actually something like our carinderia. We ate noodles and there were no utensils which left us with no choice but to use chopsticks. I like using chopsticks, actually. Then that's when I really felt I was in Korea. Haha. Their streets were colorful and it seemed like life in Hong Kong starts at night since that's when most people go out. The shops were open until 12 midnight so we strolled for a while then by 10:30, we went back to the hotel already since everyone needed to defecate. Haha. I was roommates with Matel so when we were back, we raced for the toilet. Unfortunate for me, she was first. When it was my turn, I saw mine was green. Gross but amusing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, March 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Park. We went there without my mom and Tita Stela because they had a convention to attend to. We rode the shuttle to Tsim Tsa Tsui, rode the MTR to Admiralty then took the bus to Ocean Park. Riding their bus was so cool. Haha. It has two floors so we took advantage of the second floor since we don't have that in the Philippines. Ocean Park was way too big for us that we almost didn't enjoy it because by the time we got to one ride from another, our legs were already sore. Hehe. It was fun nonetheless. The best ride: ABBYS. Actually, that's the only ride that was sort of uncommon, others could be seen in Enchanted Kingdom. I talked to some Chinese. Haha. We rode the cable car and it was so long we practically ate our lunch there: Skyflakes and McDo's strawberry jam. Haha. We went home early because our legs hurt. We stayed in the hotel until 9 PM then we went out to shop. Nice, nice. I bought Korean DVDs and skirts which were sold at a very cheap price. Macy bought her wig and I had a chance to try some too. Haha. It was fun seeing myself in a different haircolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, March 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped for the last time. Our flight was at 6 and the shuttle was scheduled to bring us at the airport at 3 so we had a few time to shop. Anyway, I wasn't able to buy souvenirs for my F4 friends because I used up all my money. Hehe. When we were at the airport, everyone got their iPods. Yes, including Miguel. I can't believe everyone has an iPod already. It took me a long time to convince my dad to buy me one then Miguel got his in a split second. Oh well. We arrived home at 8, I think. We bought chocolates at Duty Free then I binged days after that (today, including). Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://akosiadela.multiply.com/photos/album/29"&gt;CLICK THIS FOR PICTURES FROM THE WHOLE TRIP.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, March 31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matel's birthday! We celebrated it through dinner somewhere in Timog. I think her friends threw her a surprise party. I'm not sure. Hehe. I started watching My Girl, the series I bought in Hong Kong. It was funny and I'm in love with Lee Dong-Wook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, April 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to DLSU for PE practice. Mambo, mambo. It lasted for an hour then I went home. At 8, we left for dinner in Bel-Air. My mom's side had a family reunion. It was a first meeting some relatives. I ate 10 creampuffs and 5 eclairs. I didn't worry much because I didn't eat rice naman. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, April 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to bring my computer to the store where I bought it to fix the wi-fi thingy since I have no idea how it works up until now. Unfortunately, I fell asleep and by the time I woke up, they left already. Ditse and I were home alone. No maids, no driver, nobody. It was hard having no helpers. Everything was in a mess and I was so hungry. I almost starved the whole day, feeling dead. Hehe. But of course, I didn't allow myself to do that. By the time they got home, I felt alive again. Food, oh food. Daddy kept the chocolates someplace we won't see it. Grr. Ditse and I walked to hear mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, April 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school late. Our PE finals was a disaster. It was a total mess. My partner and I was sort of I don't know, blank? Haha. Everything we practiced was gone. Suzie was supposed to treat us at The Old Spaghetti House. Unfortunately, Erika and I had to run some errands so our 1 hour and 20 minute break turned out to be 30 minutes. We looked for a cake to surprise Suzie then left TOSH without eating anymore since we didn't want to be late for KASPIL. I saw Joyce and Rosa and boy did I miss them. It was only a week that passed that we didn't see each other but I missed them so much. Haha. I'm getting mushy. I also finished My Girl. Ahhh, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, April 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie's birthday! Tere's birthday! Stayed home all day, blogging. I haven't taken a bath yet. My hair is greasy. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY SUZIE and SISTAH! Miss you so so :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-114413928037136805?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/114413928037136805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=114413928037136805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/114413928037136805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/114413928037136805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/04/late-late-late-updates.html' title='Late, late, late updates.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-114243952890569980</id><published>2006-03-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:58:38.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parked car, night sky, alone with you tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;/strong&gt;: The attic. Laptop. Airconditioned. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Peace and quiet at last. Away from the so-called &lt;em&gt;enemies&lt;/em&gt;. Nothing new to share, just another &lt;em&gt;war&lt;/em&gt; with some family, stupid sisters and unreasonable parents for instance. Don't get me wrong, though. It's not war war. Just war. Ha? I hope you don't mistake me as a rebel or something alike. I'm far from that, excuse me. I'm just a bit sensitive. Ok, maybe a bit more than a bit of. But, you get the point. I know what they say behind me. That I'm hard to understand, illogical, and all those I believe what they are. Naturally. My relationship with my family is more than complicated. I do love them but there are times I'd wish they just leave me alone and get on with their lives. And right now, I'm on that side, the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sarcastic mode] Moving on to interesting stuff like school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my grades are in 'normal' range, kinda average though. I need to work on my paper tomorrow. Holy moly. I can't believe I haven't done a single paper, what, 3 weeks ago? Shoot. I really have to do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My list of things to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Filipino RevLit. This one's really hard. Naturally, it's in Tagalog meaning less source from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strike&gt;Mambo research shiznit.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dekada '70 reaction paper. Anyone willing to react for me? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Attend some Japanese film showing somewhere in CCP.&lt;br /&gt;5. Then react on it. Again. Reaction papers are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Study for upcoming KASPIL long exam&lt;b&gt;s.&lt;/b&gt; I badly need to cope up. Stupid KASPIL is plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;7. and for my last INTPHIL exam.&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn to do the mambo. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;9. Enrol tomorrow. Here goes the turtle-like speed of My Lasalle again. I hope the good teachers are still available. I wouldn't want to fail because of inconsiderate and quirky teachers like Pangan. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;10. And, of course, buy Ariane's gift. Well, at least this will take me away from school work. I'm still blank on what her size is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation starts on April 3. For me. No finals. Yehey. God is love! After mutilating myself with school work, life will finally pay off at March 28. I'll be having a sort of pre-vacation. &lt;strong&gt;Disneyland, here I come!&lt;/strong&gt; Yahoo! Oh Lord, I promise I'll be good just please fast forward the time. Please. Please. Please. I'll be missing two school days. But what the heck. I wish to miss it all. Hehe. Joke. I'll be back on March 31, Friday. In time for my PE finals and my last meetings with some teachers I'm hoping never to see anymore (PE and KASPIL professors, calling). Oh, I am more than &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I almost forgot to brag about my acceptance in CCS. Haha! This is super. I'm not an accounting major anymore. Goodbye balance sheets, income statements and other crappy stuff alike. Haha. Love, love, love. But people tend to warn me about it. They were all flabbergasted when they heard I shifted to such course. When I say all, I mean ALL. They tell me I should shift out now. Huh? Why would I do that? I just got accepted then I'm shifting out? That's too much. And it took me forever before I finally convinced my parents to let me shift and now they're telling me to back out? Well, at least let me finish a term. Haha. Just kidding. I thought about this about a gabazillion times and I've decided to put up with it whatever happens. Or so I like to think. Adela, don't be lazy anymore. It's the course you've always dreamt of. At least pass all your classes and make your mommy and daddy happy. Oh how I love the idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me. I have so much to that death can't even squeeze into my schedule. Pimples, vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is 11:59, Ariane's last minute before her legality. I love you, bebotz! &lt;strong&gt;Happy 18th!&lt;/strong&gt; Kees, kees, kees :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-114243952890569980?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/114243952890569980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=114243952890569980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/114243952890569980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/114243952890569980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/03/parked-car-night-sky-alone-with-you.html' title='Parked car, night sky, alone with you tonight.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113870380888852819</id><published>2006-02-16T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:46:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College friends are love.</title><content type='html'>At the span of time I've known them may not be enough for me to say how amazing these people are. Well, they are and it doesn't really take much time for someone to realize that--not unless that someone is too phlegmatic or stupid not to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;GAIL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 156px" height="169" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7145/619/320/gail.jpg" width="225" align="right" border="0" /&gt; A vociferous laugh as if it's her last day on earth is the Rona Gail Uy trademark. Say 5 words and she'll laugh 10 minutes. Her boisterous laugh that may irritate the sleepyheads is negligible to those she's laughing with. A very magnanimous person, a smart girl and a funny kid. Gail is a very flexible person who seems like a huge magnet that attracts everyone. She has the ability to befriend anyone under the sun. You can't seem to avoid being drawn close to her because of her all-around personality. Just ask her friends. For starters, she is too kind and too sweet. But wait, this apple of everyone's eye is as humble and as down-to-earth as anyone can possibly be. Her friendly nature towards everybody allows her to have several circle of friends. In the classroom, she can be seen as an attentive--if not doodling her name in different ways possible--and respectful student. Enough said? Nope, not just yet. She is also seen as a model daughter and sister. Patience and understanding are essential. These are what she shows when dealing with her younger siblings. When it comes to being a friend, she is, without a doubt, one of the best. Her company will deafen your ears with phrases such as 'oh no' or 'iyak na ko,' which will eventually become your expressions, too. I've seen Gail go to hell and back and I can attest to the fact that this girl is one tough person. One who is not afraid to take risks even it means getting hurt at times. In addition to all those, this die-hard Nina fanatic is someone who would never be seen without boys running after her. No questions asked about that one. With her drop-dead gorgeous look, petite body, mesmerizing eyes, heart-stopping smile, easily distinguished scent and outstanding personality, who in the right mind wouldn't? Even if the lowest of the low and the highest of the high fall in love with her, I won't get surprised at all. No kidding. Gail is definitely an angel thrown out from heaven to make earthlings realize how nice it is to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;SUZIE.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="271" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7145/619/320/sunette.jpg" width="175" align="right" border="0" /&gt;'Ano ba!' That's what she would probably say if you call her Karez. She would rather be called Susu. So everybody, let's do her a favor by calling her that. Hehe. Suzie may look mataray and intimidating because of her killer eyes and eyebrows, but in fact, she is the complete opposite. Although Suzie came across as very quiet and shy, I know that she's a strong woman who's extremely talented and passionate about her studies. When somebody asks for some sensible advice or whatever, she is very much ready to help. She is a preacher, a guidance counselor, a lawyer and a teacher. In any way she can be of service, she's ready to help. Suzie has been a great friend to me since our first interaction. She's always been very nice, always ready to listen to me when I needed it, and always with an encouraging word when it mattered. I used to vent out a lot of my frustrations with her just listening, and she'd give me advice too, which I am so thankful for. She's the type who smiles and laughs a lot, which means that you're gonna have a lot of fun around her! It's never boring when she's there. Suzie can either be very serious or very comical, but all the same, you'll feel at ease with her around. Her quiet times are when she's so tired or when the person she wants to talk to is far away (&lt;em&gt;how far is Morayta anyway&lt;/em&gt;?). There's just something about her that's not easy to pin down, like an aura of friendliness or something. She's also never the type to be arrogant, either about her looks or her intellect, even though she most certainly has the right to. Her name says it all: Sunette = child of bliss. She's bubbly, thoughtul, and wise beyond her years. The uninteresting, she makes fascinating. The mundane, she makes exciting. She's brilliant, supportive, charming, and generous. She brightens up the room the moment she walks in. Bottom line: To know her is to love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;EDA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="272" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7145/619/320/eda.jpg" width="169" align="right" border="0" /&gt;At first glance, she may appear to be the serious and soft-spoken, but not so many know that behind her deceivengly quiet disposition is a dynamic and interesting personality which disproves other's first impressions. She might seem very ordinary but there is something about her that makes her stand out from the rest of us. Eda is wholesome and not that corny, talkative yet reserved, smart but not much of a geek, independent but definitely not an existentialist. She may seem inhibited but she can surprise you in ways you can never imagine. There is never a dull moment with her. You can talk to her about almost anything: school, boys, teenage anxietes, or life in general. She is no doubt a cool confidant. Tell her your problems and she'll listen to you and before you know it, you have fully recovered-- laughing your guts out and you couldn't care less. She manages to laugh at every tight situation she's often in. Who else in this world could get away with a slip ala Miriam Quiambao? You may find it silly and unfortunate, but for her, it's but natural and ordinary. But of course, Eda is more than these. Gifted with a golden heart, she never fails to be sensitive to the needs of others and assures everyone that things will turn out fine. Selfless as she may seem but this is what she really is as a person. A certified "Thou shall cram" student, yet still manages to get excellent grades. A certified DEAN'S LISTER. Hehe. One could not help but admire this person because not only is she an ideal friend, but a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="330" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7145/619/400/college.jpg" width="459" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these are friends that I would remember who has enriched my life in one way or another, those who remained and stayed true to themselves and to me. Friends who I'm thankful to share my special moments with. Friends in the name of &lt;strong&gt;GAIL&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; SUNETTE &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; EDA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113870380888852819?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113870380888852819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113870380888852819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113870380888852819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113870380888852819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/02/college-friends-are-love.html' title='College friends are love.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113984328431525161</id><published>2006-02-14T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:22:47.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day and me.</title><content type='html'>All alone on heart's day? Don't fret, my dear. Being single--or better yet, &lt;em&gt;being free&lt;/em&gt;--doesn't mean you have to agonize and commiserate that you don't have a significant other. Oh please. You should realize that today is just an ordinary day made expensive by flower shops. Hehe. Just kidding. But seriously, Valentine's day is just overrated. It's too commercialized. It's as if the things done that day were only made not because it's a special day, but because it was expected of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Sounding bitter ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, we should not wait for this day to show that someone how special they are to us. Everyday should be Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi. Sige. Fine. I might have a different perspective if I were committed now and we're spending this day together. Hahaha. But I think I'll still find it kind of sappy. It might be fun, but sappy. Oh. Wait. Cut that. I don't remember the fun of it even before, when I was in a relationship. Haha. Do I sound so negative? Haha. Whatever. The point is, Valentine's Day wasn't made to drive single people pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, if you're not. It's only 24 hours anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone reading this. Hope you have a great one this year. Stay in love if you're in it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I've been infatuated with a lot of men lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they really attracting? Or am I just being desperate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. I hate the feeling. Unfortunate for me, this is not the first. Yes, I know, &lt;em&gt;I am a loser&lt;/em&gt;. There's someone I seem to notice often (what a smart euphemism for a crush) in every single one of my classes. And what's worse is it's not a &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, but a &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, &lt;em&gt;it's a them&lt;/em&gt; meaning I have &lt;u&gt;a lot&lt;/u&gt; of crushes. Not good, not good, not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, if I tell someone I have a crush, I find myself even more crushing him enough to think that I love him. Hahaha. I know, I know. But repulsive as it may seem, it's the truth. So anyway, I have this blockmate in PE who was also my blockmate in a second trimester class. I never considered him as a crush or anything but at some point in time, I suddenly had the guts to admit to myself that I do like him. So when I did, I instantly told this to my friend (who is also a PE blockmate) and ever since, he seems to be our constant topic. He's like the addition while taking up Geometry that you just have to go through everytime. Of course, I'm not tired of talking or hearing things about him since I like him, but dealing with this led me to the point where I feel as if I'm already head over heels in love with him when in fact, I'm not! Good Lord! I'm not even close to him enough to know his whole name. In the first place, I just had a crush on him since he has a strong resemblance with my long-long-very-long-time crush. Oh crap. I better stop it with the crush shiznit. It makes me feel like I'm this desperate little girl liking every boy who passes her way. Hopefully, I don't reach that point. I'll never forgive myself if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA! Now that might be a reason why I'm so bitter with Valentine's day. Ooh you're a very smart girl, Adela. You have found your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's too bad I can't make it to the premiere night of Close To You. I was so hoping I'd see Bea and John Lloyd. I wasted all that excitement that I even prepared myself on what I will say if ever I get interviewed. Hahaha! Nobody wanted to go with me. Sad. And they even call themselves friends? Ha! So much for a friend! Hehe. Joke lang. It's completely understandable. They have reasonable excuses. For one thing, midterm week is fast approaching. I, myself, need to study. I'm totally failing stupid KASPIL. What else? Ah, they have a family date tonight, training until 9, tickets sold are too expensive, the need to go home early, and all other alibis. Haha just kidding. I know all of them have their own stuff to attend to and I should be the reasonable one. But still, they knew how important this event was for me. Hehe. Ok. I'm getting weird. I'll end this before you all witness my craziness and stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113984328431525161?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113984328431525161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113984328431525161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113984328431525161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113984328431525161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-and-me.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day and me.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113983802536162380</id><published>2006-02-13T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:12:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice prayer from someone.</title><content type='html'>Let me reflect seriously and forgive my parents when they find fault with me. Help me to approach other people and find in them the love that I think I don't have. Strengthen my faith in You at this time when I need You most. Pacify me. Let me see in others the goodness I don't see when i'm blinded by disappointment. Let me want to help others and let me want to live when I'm depressed. For I know that there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than You, Lord. Every battle is in Your hands for Him to fight. Help me realize that I am never alone and that you have my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113983802536162380?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113983802536162380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113983802536162380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113983802536162380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113983802536162380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/02/nice-prayer-from-someone.html' title='A nice prayer from someone.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113957562931734895</id><published>2006-02-10T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:01:06.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is annoyingly small.</title><content type='html'>I feel, sometimes, that everything is not the way it's supposed to be. And when I think about it more, probably, it is me who is not in the correct condition of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I done too little? Or am I just not interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A futile new diet comes with a new layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated! People around me are annoying me and I'm annoying myself with this boredom and this inconceivably inconsistent ode to lose weight! God, help me. Please make me thin. Please, please, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I'm working on another entry for another set of lovely friends. Dean's listers. It's only last week when I found out they read my blog regularly. Or at least I think they do. Hehe. I love you and I miss you, Gail and Sunette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. Got to split now. Been wanting to watch a DVD with my mom. This one is entitled 'Cake.' I think Heather Graham is in it. Hotness. I have no idea what's it about though. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113957562931734895?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113957562931734895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113957562931734895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113957562931734895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113957562931734895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/02/world-is-annoyingly-small.html' title='The world is annoyingly small.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113927907254330219</id><published>2006-02-07T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:54:22.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother's birthday.</title><content type='html'>I didn't get the change to post this. So I'm posting it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it before and I'm admitting it again, &lt;u&gt;It was entirely my mistake&lt;/u&gt;. It was a huge regret on my part to talk back my mother. Aside from the fact that her birthday was fast approaching, I realized that I am weak and utterly dejected when I am not at peace with someone, especially if it would be &lt;em&gt;my own mother&lt;/em&gt;. I should learn that humility is the key when all my efforts to conciliate her raging anger are just being disregarded. Though we are both ablaze individuals, I, being the young and apparently being the illogical, should start learning how to lower down my pride. And that I will. Therefore, I announce that I, with the sincerest intentions, admit my guilt and am humbly asking for her forgiveness. Yesterday, February 7, was a momentous truce between me and my mom. &lt;u&gt;Peace reigned&lt;/u&gt;. I love my mother. &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to her! &lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7145/619/320/Parents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, you gotta love them.&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/8843958-113927907254330219?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113927907254330219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113927907254330219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113927907254330219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113927907254330219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-mothers-birthday.html' title='My mother&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113869229511962778</id><published>2006-01-31T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:10:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very dramatic entry.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I walked home from Mini Stop Katipunan. On my way home, I kept on smiling and I promised myself that I won't get mad at my mom or at the driver when I get home because I don't want to get into another fight with my parents and walking wasn't the worst thing that could happen to me at that time. I was already inside the village when my mom called asking me where I was and what time should I be fetched. So I told her in a proud way, "Wag na. Andito na ako sa loob ng village." Then she replied, "O sige, ingat." At that time, it was really frustrating because it seemed she didn't worry at all and it's as if she didn't feel sorry for making me walk home like that. I know, I know, It was really an immature stunt. So when I got home, my mom approached me normally as if nothing happened which made me even more irritated. So I opened the topic and we yelled, we argued, and we fought. For a split second there, I thought I was Lindsay Lohan and she was Jamie Lee Curtis in Freaky Friday. Do you get the picture? I entered the room. My mom was there and my sister was using the computer. So, we argued and all that shiznit. Then when we were already at the point where we wanted to pull each other's hair (of course we didn't do that), we stood before the TV (which was between the bathroom door and the bedroom door), then she said "Kung ganyan lang din, wag ka na lang magpasundo!" then I replied "Fine! Hindi na talaga ako magpapasundo!" Then we both reached for the door (she entered the bathroom while I got out of the bedroom) and banged it. It was like, WOW. Grabe. Were we filming a movie? I always thought those kinds of scenes were only for movies. But no, not this time. It was happening for real. We BOTH took a bath after the incident. I was crying with anger and hurt while in the shower. Well it's true, showers do make you feel better. After taking a bath, I felt remorseful for what happened earlier. I was really being immature and I know my mom didn't mean to make me walk. Besides, it was partly my fault. Haay. She was even in a good mood that time because she bought lots of imported chocolates, which only happens in rare occassions, and 2 gallons of ice cream. So upon seeing those, I felt even more sorry. I wanted to talk to her and apologize but I was really shy to do so. Ooh I so hate it when I'm being proud and I'm aware of it but I can't do anything about it. So later that night, while I was using the computer, she told me to check her mail. So I did. Normally, I would read her emails for her and I would type her replies. But not that time. I closed all the programs I was using, picked up my things, and before I left, I whispered "Ayan na yung e-mail niyo." So there. That ends my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was supposed to hear mass and go swimming in the morning then go to the gym in the afternoon. But how can I do that now if my mom, my supposed to be mass and swimming mate, is mad at me? I also can't go the gym since she will be the one to fetch me later and after saying all those words to her, it wouldn't be appropriate. Ok, maybe not mad anymore since she talked to me. I'm the problem here. She even made the first move of talking to me already. AAARRGHH. Let me have peace, please. Please take away my pride. It's not being funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M SORRY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let her read this. As if.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113869229511962778?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113869229511962778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113869229511962778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113869229511962778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113869229511962778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-very-dramatic-entry.html' title='My very dramatic entry.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113777467059336172</id><published>2006-01-23T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:11:16.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The F4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Yes, we are the F4. A lot may have mistaken us as a lousy imitation of the very cool Taiwanese pop group, 'Flower 4' (needless to say, with Jerry Yan, one of the most adorable men in the face of the planet who will soon be proposing to me, as its leader), but that's an absolute fallacy, a no-no, a hoax, a terminological inexactitude, a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG FAT LIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for we are not some singing group--not that we have intentions on being one--but the mighty '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fat 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.' We are a group of four composed of drop dead gorgeous Familians turned to La Sallians with bodies doubled (or tripled) as before. Even so, we still consider ourselves beautiful for real beauty is skin deep. Hehehe. If it so happen that we do not ring your bell, then consider yourself lucky for today, I, Adela, the self-admitted fattest (and prettiest) member of the group, would talk about nobody else but my so-called sisters whom I love so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in random order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sister #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3480984"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3480984"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yce Ann Santos Asunci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3480984"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/akosiadela/joycecute.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="285" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/akosiadela/joycecute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joyce is makulit, malikot, nakakatawa and nakakaaliw. Everyone delights in her childlike radiance. She owns a blissful spirit and a sunshiny disposition which would definitely send your worries away. The kiddo is very much fun to be with. Even if her grades were at stake, she would wait for your presence for what seemed like an eternity in hot long sleeves without getting furious. You'd be laughing your head off and gasping for air the whole time you're with her. She amuses herself with the corniest jokes and finds joy in even the simplest things. A self-confessed Asian Kung-Fu Generation listener, she's cool and clam at first, then explosive and a bit eccentric after, which might be a reason why a flock of boys, better known as Fred and The Gang, is always seen behind her. Even more, the girl is a great friend who would take time to listen to your concerns (and new Korean discoveries) whether they may be petty or serious. We share the same taste in music (except for her Alanis Morisette), movies (Till There Was You, starring Juday and Piolo, for instance), food (Oh Jollibee, what joy!), and lots more. She's one person whom you can unleash all your rants and raves--just expect plenty of interruptions and intermission numbers--and who would support you all the way. She's definitely the person I would text first in times of bankruptcy at school since I know she has the heart of a lion and the wallet of a Bill Gates. Joyce has this hobby of making pabeauty everytime she gets bored. For her, a long break means a trip to salon for a new do. Hahaha. I always pick up fights with her and fortunately, she never gets tired of it. She even says sorry for doing nothing. HAHA. Joyce is a very cool person who taught me a lot of things like commuting from La Salle to Quezon Avenue, appreciating Jollibee which I used to hate and going to Cubao without the use of trains to name a few. She's an engineer in the making. Haha naispitzlez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister #2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2695893"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rosa Monica Bellosillo Letargo (Ferrer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/akosiadela/rosabrownies.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="312" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/akosiadela/rosabrownies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;How will I start with Rosa? Well as of now, we do share the same course which might explain the closeness we have and the ooh-it's-you-again expression in our faces everytime we cross paths. I see her even if I don't want to. We have the same schedule every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Some of our teachers are similar, too. No wonder she's the closest to me among others. Rosa is, may I say, the laziest person I know. Haha. She also has the biggest butt anyone could ever imagine. Boys dig her. She has her own fan's club which is so much like an ampalaya (in my point of view) to her that makes her barf. Haha. Now can you picture how insanely gorgeous this girl is? If not, look at the picture above. Hahaha. Like Joyce, Rosa is also a very generous person. If in the mood, she herself insists you borrow money from her. And the best part is, she sometimes forget you owe her. WAHAHA. She has tons of crushes. Any guy with clear complexion and chinito eyes is an eyecandy for Rosa. Despite her ears that never listen attentively (unless what you're saying has something to do with her), I still love her. And I mean LOVE. Why, you ask? Simply because with her laziness and all, if you need her company, she would no doubt go with you even if she has to walk the stairs of the LRT Edsa station, which she truly abhors. We're complete opposites, yet somehow we seem to balance each other out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Oh wait wait, the best part about Rosa is she never (as in never) speaks anything bad behind someone's back even though she obviously hates that person as hell. You'll love her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister #3:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2702572"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Patricia Guzman Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/akosiadela/patty.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="147" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/akosiadela/patty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you ask her about this whole 'F4' thing, she might get surprised because I don't even know if she's aware of it. Haha. We barely see each other. I don't see her as often as I see Joyce and Rosa (and that's even if I want to). Lopez, as I call her, is a very corny person who makes very idiotic hirits. Hehe. She would nag you to pay her even if it's only 3 pesos. Very stingy. Haha. BUT, she is the smartest of us all. All Hail. We never get to hangout anymore unlike before (the ROTC days). Although I do admit that I was never that close to her, I still miss the beach. We were friends in first year high and surprisingly, until now. We once bonded when we had an unexpected date in Greenhills on our way home from school. From there, I learned that she's not the person I always thought she was. She's a very simple person who likes everything to be in order. She is also a very conceited person who thinks highly of nobody but herself. Wahaha. Lopez is someone who's really hard to please. If you tell her who your crush is, all she will do is pick on him, so I suggest you do not. Hehe. Uh, what else? I'm honestly running out of information already. I don't even know if everything written here is 100% true. Hehe. But I know Patricia Lopez is a good person who greatly treasures her friends. Now that I can attest to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For more information on these lovely people, click their names.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE'RE FAT, SO WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113777467059336172?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113777467059336172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113777467059336172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113777467059336172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113777467059336172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/01/f4.html' title='The F4.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113784862664743573</id><published>2006-01-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:42:22.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Did absolutely nothing today. According to my phone slash planner, memorizing my speech and checking for errors in our PE folder were lined up for things to do today. Unfortunalely, I was too attached to the idiot box to do them. I watched Dreamboy in Cinema One. GREAT MOVIE! Haha. Appreciation the second time around. Oh wait wait, I did something! I edited and memorized some parts of the intro so all I have to do now is to memorize the rest of my ispitz. Haha. I woke up at 9 because Rosa called saying she'll come over. I told her not to (bastos e no) because I was going to study. If only I knew I wasn't, I should've told her to come over so that have someone to share all the fats and calories I have taken today. I ate soupy snax and pandesal (my breakfast for the whole week) for breakfast and ate another one for lunch. Hehe. By merienda, I got hungry again so I shared with Matel's bacon and sinangag then I wanted more so I asked Ate Yoli to buy me 2 chocomallowpies from Jollibee and a caramel sundae from McDo. Haha. Takaw. But now I know why I was so hungry lately (lang ba?), I had my period today!!!! After 8 months, finally. Welcome to womanhood once again, Adela. Oh wait, I didn't text my mom to buy me Diane 35.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so in love with this book my sister borrowed from her friend. Note: This is my second book. Haha. I read it while eating, watching TV and playing cards. Hehe. My mom bought packs of butong pakwan! YEHEY! Ubos na kasi ung dati so now, Matel and I have another set to enjoy. Hehe. She also bought six boxes of curly tops. I am eating it right now with butong pakwan. Ugly combination but tolerable. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh shit, ito na. Everything I ate is coming on to me. Shit break. Dizizit. Please let out everything I had for today, pwet. I promise to wash you with soap. I love you. BYE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OPEN &lt;a href="http://rosaphrodite.blogspot.com"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rosaphrodite.blogspot.com/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rosaphrodite.blogspot.com/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;. That's Rosa's vlag. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113784862664743573?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113784862664743573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113784862664743573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113784862664743573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113784862664743573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-is-saturday.html' title='Today is Saturday.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113690469201990202</id><published>2006-01-10T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:11:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will I lose weight?</title><content type='html'>Did nothing today. Another fattening session I suppose. Oh well. So much for my new year's resolution. Hmm. I didn't do my outline for English class due tomorrow as planned. Hehe. Everything did not go the way I wanted it. I was supposed to get up at 7am, go to the gym, be back after watching GAME KNB there, do my outline which will be done by 4, organize my jungle-like cabinet then watch Korean movies. Well.. it turned out that only the last one was followed. Well, hindi pa nga Korean eh. Haha! Meteor Garden. I woke up at 12, ate lunch while watching GAME KNB (Yael Yuzon lost. Sad.), then saw Meteor Garden. Pero ok lang. No regrets. Cute cute cute cute cute ni Jerry Yan. I fell in love again with thim again (Sorry Lee Dong Gun). Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to all my classes already. And I find Philosophy my favorite subject. Galing galing. And it's not because of the prof (honestly, I find her a bit scary with her exaggerated acts and todo-project explanations). I just love Philosophy, that's all. Hehe. So sumborang kuul naman ang PE ko. COMBO. It's as if a class for gorgeous men and I'm part of it. Hahaha lalaki pala e no. Kaya un. Loner ako in most of my classes. Good thing Sunette introduced me to Erika before 2nd semester started so at least I'm familiar with someone in a class or two (especially PE, thank you ERIKA!) Haha. Oh yeah, I also have someone to talk to in our INTPHIL class. She's a transferee and I believe we get along well. Haha ako lang nagsabi. She's nice. Medyo intimidating nga lang kasi ang tangkad. Hanggang balikat lang ata ako. Haha! And she's slim so BYE ADELA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip. I always watch Starstruck but I NEVER (ok, hardly) see Vivo who's my purpose of watching the show. Earlier, my mom used the computer and my dad was watching TV here so I thought of watching it in the kitchen instead. On my way there (HAHA biyahe), I came across to this weird ipis na ayaw gumalaw. I threw 3 slippers at it and still, it did not move. So what I did was I slid the slippers instead of throwing it and POOF! tumaob na! So yun. It was striving to return to its legs but no luck. So I turned on the TV then yun, tapos na si VIVO. Hindi naman badtrip diba. So as soon as the show was over, I hurriedly turned off the TV because the computer was still on. Again, I came across to the ipis na naka-taob. Naasar ako kasi gumagalaw-galaw pa legs niya so I threw a slipper again. This time, hindi ko siya natamaan so instead of killing it, the slipper became a stepping stone for the cockroach to stand on its legs again. HAHA badtrip. So yun. Nakatayo na uli siya and I can't go across since it's in the middle of the door and I was really scared to run because thoughts of the ipis running after me kept on popping. Haha. Imagination talaga. So yun, I stood there for like 15 minutes waiting for the ipis to go. But sadly, it didn't until I got really paranoid that more ipis would appear so I jumped across, ran as fast as I could, then FINALLY, got to my mom's room while catching my breath. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt; Be thankful kung nakataob na ang ipis. Wag ng pakialaman kung gumagalaw-galaw pa ang legs nito. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang. Ugly. Bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113690469201990202?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113690469201990202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113690469201990202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113690469201990202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113690469201990202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-will-i-lose-weight.html' title='When will I lose weight?'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113634345709165125</id><published>2006-01-04T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:04:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third term.</title><content type='html'>I have the most wonderful schedule for the third semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY: 9:30 AM-5:30 PM (break: 11:30-12:50)&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: No Classes&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY: 2:20-5:30 PM (break: none)&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY: No Classes&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: 12:50-5:30 PM (break: none)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why is this so. Hahaha feeeeling. I only took 5 classes. These are basic courses which will be credited to the CBE department and the CCS department (if ever I get to shift). Hehe saya. Buhay tamad. But I really need to get high grades in these few classes in order to grant my desperate intention of shifting to Bachelor of Computer Science with Specialization in Software Technology that would make me the happiest student of DLSU. Haha. Oh how I wish it will push through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my sister and I watched Sweet 18 (that's an AGAIN for me). Haha. I could watch it 10 times more without getting tired of it. Haha adek. We started watching it at 1 pm and I slept at 3 am. If only I was aware that my class is at 2, I should have finished it na lang. Haha. Kanina ko lang kasi nakita yung sched ko talaga so I had no idea that my class will start that late. Hehe. Oh well. What am I whining about? There's always later! Haha! Or tomorrow perhaps. I have all the time I need. Hehehe. Lee Dong-Gun, i love you. Hahaha. I have my list of Korean soap operas I am planning to buy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Rosa and I went to Greenhills the day before yesterday after we enrolled. I bought earphones! Yehey. Bulok na kasi yung dati ko. There were no Apple available so I bought Safa, a where-did-that-come-from brand, instead. But it's as good as Apple's and it's cheaper so why bother. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before yesterday, Macy and I had a sort of heart-to-heart talk. I opened to her everything I felt towards the family and I couldn't carry on so I cried to her. It felt good. We should do that more often. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated new year alone in the attic. I was happy with that. But I forgot that my family might look for me. Well, they &lt;em&gt;looked&lt;/em&gt; for me but I didn't go down because I was too attached to my Korean soap. And that's when it hit me. I'm getting farther and farther. Hopefully, I don't get used to it although I think I am. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, I have to prepare my things and take a bath now. Haha excited. It's only 11. Hehe. But I'm planning to watch Game KNB later at 12 so I will take a bath now. Bye. Ay, Kinakabahan pala ako. Wala ako kasabay sa any of my class na kilala ko. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113634345709165125?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113634345709165125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113634345709165125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113634345709165125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113634345709165125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2006/01/third-term.html' title='Third term.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113566778430063129</id><published>2005-12-27T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:02:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Christmas.</title><content type='html'>This year's Christmas was a blaaaast! I really didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I did two years ago. I won't go to details anymore because I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLICK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://akosiadela.multiply.com/photos/album/19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; FOR PICTURES :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, thanks for everyone who still texted me even if it's not free anymore. Haha! And sorry for not being able to reply due to this stuck-up phase called bankruptcy meaning I have no load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in dire need of prepaid credits and it's still Christmas, the time to give and be generous, soooo.. what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113566778430063129?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113566778430063129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113566778430063129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113566778430063129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113566778430063129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/12/lovely-christmas.html' title='Lovely Christmas.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113498090024643081</id><published>2005-12-19T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:02:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid computer.</title><content type='html'>Right now, the computer is getting on my nerves. Can it get any slower? Pathetic. But who else is to blame but me. Dami ko kasi pinagpipindot kaya thankful ako at hindi pa siya naghahang. Hahaha takte ang labo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; my friends that the person that would enter the South Gate of De La Salle University on January 4, 2006 is not a fatso loser anymore but a new and improved Adela. Well, i promise everyone that. Haha! At kahit kelan, hindi natutupad. I had countless bets regarding this health issue but sadly, none of them worked. Hahaha. Ang loser ko. I need to lose wait.. and fast. After a week of binging, I finally had the initiative to go to the gym. Since Rosa was being lethargic as always, I went to the gym with my sister. I was really hoping I'd see Gymy but I didn't. HAHAHA. I miss his height. Haha ang labo ng namiss. Pero I do. He's so tall na mas matangkad pa siya sa equipments. Yes, I am talking about Frankie-of-Pinoy Big Brother tall. WOAH diba. Haha. Well of course, I'm exaggerating. We were fetched at aroung 5:30, just in time for Cosmic Cycling so I missed it. Haha. We went to Gateway. While they were eating, I asked money because I was really craving for BreadTalk. When I was in BreadTalk, I had three bread on my tray that I was choosing from when Joyce suddenly appeared from nowhere. Haha napamura ako when I saw her. Kagulat man gid. Haha. She saw me with my babies.. I mean with the bread, the &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; bread to be precise. Haha. Then she and her sister teased me that I was on a diet. I was speechless because I was so guilty. HAHAHAHAHA. Hay nako. After another session of pigging out, we decided to see King Kong. The movie was so looooooooooong that I almost forgot what the point of the movie was. Hahaha. OA. Pero it was nice. I cried. In love na ako. Kay King Kong. NYAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went to Metrowalk to meet up with someone from the travel agency and to hear mass. It was really cold. Sobrang.. BRRR. Nyaha. I didn't bring my jacket and I was in my drawstring pants so it was colder. I almost froze to death (pakisabi kung OA). Haha. So yun. After that we went to megamall and ate at Sbarro. Oooh i love their white pizza. Hay nako why did I say that? Yan tuloy, i'm drooling. Haha. SKW. So yun after nun kinuha ku na iPod ko then we bought Beard Papa. AY NAKO PUNYETA. Creampuff naman tuloy gusto ko! Oh crap. I'll stop talking about food (Food, oh food). So yun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Megamall again. Tambayan? Hahaha. They heard mass while I strolled for gifts. Unfortunately, I still didn't find any and I'm running out of hope that I would. Hay hay hay. After that we went to DVDhan and bought Betamax. Hahahaha. No, we bought dibidis. Ayon. Went home, then pigged out again. To be specific, I ate plenty of ice cream, soft batch cookies, cookies from the Elumbas, Pastillas from someone, ferrero, ensaymadas, steak fries and rice. And to think, i ate that like 30 minutes before i went to sleep. HAHA. Iba na ito. What I meant by new image is a bigger me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were informed about the flight pag pauwi. It was fully booked already. Sana we could still go out of town na sana lang talaga ay hindi Tagaytay. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they went to Divisoria. I was too lazy to take a bath earlier that's why I'm here right now. Loser. Haha. Ay! I had a dream last night! I dreamt of Jamaika Liwanag. We were wearing our high school uniforms and I had a stain. Weird no? Was that supposed to be some sort of premonition that I will soon be getting a visit? Hopefully. Haha blinog e no. Sagwa. Pero anyway, this is my blog so it's my perogative to write whatever I want to write about. Haha. I dunno baka baog na ako. HAHA. I haven't gotten my period since my whole stay in DLSU. My golay diba. Baog na ako. Wala na. Wala na. Wala ng magpapakasal sakin. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahhhhh. Ang labo ko talaga. Kanina pa ako ganito. Lasing ako. sa tubig. BWAHA. May mas babaduy pa ba? Meron. Ikaw. HEHE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutom na ako. Babayoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113498090024643081?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113498090024643081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113498090024643081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113498090024643081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113498090024643081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/12/stupid-computer.html' title='Stupid computer.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113464818394272969</id><published>2005-12-15T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:43:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters and drama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was clearing out all my unworthy stuff earlier and now my head hurts. Maybe because of all the letters I read, from my 6th grade palanca letters to the present. Haha. Wala lang. Trip lang. Laughtrip ung iba! Yung iba naman sobrang hindi. HAHA. I read my palanca from my parents. It made me a bit teary-eyed. Haha. I also read my penpal letters. Sobrang katawa. Feel ko hindi ako naiintindihan ng mga penpals ko kasi napakajologs ko sumulat dati. Haha. Although I admit that my penmanship is STILL not that nice. Hehe. Sobrang namiss ko gradeschool friends ko, pero mas more on sa high school friends. It's sad that I had to throw some of them :( Gulo ng gamit ko eh! Pero I kept some letters. I kept letters from Jennie, Janzen, Woodrose, Jaika, Trina, Anna, Cess, Jade, etc. Haha. Lahat ng letters ni Jennie tinago ko. Sobrang natawa ako sa lettter ni Anna. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the letter from my parents (I just thought of posting it. Hehe.):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest Angel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasensya ka na laging huli ang gawa ni Mommy na hindi na magkaugaga sa dami ng ginagawa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I just want you to know that your dad and I are very proud of you and we hope that you'll grow up to be a model child in our big family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are bright, intelligent and pretty but sometimes medyo stubborn. But not all the time. Siguro pag di mo lang kami naiintindihan. But i guess it's a matter of time before you could understand because you are still too young to comprehend things. But since you are going 13 soon, you'll be a teenager just like your sisters, there will be many developments that will come. Just be prepared and everything will be alright. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always remember our Lord is always around to help and guide us.&lt;br /&gt;Love your family and love them always. Always think of goodness to others and to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;We love you and we are very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awww. Hehe :) Nagpapakaemo ako. I remembered when I first read that letter, sobrang humagulgol ako kay Sarah, my closest friend nung grade 6. Hehe. Nakalagay pa yung letter na yan sa paper from Heritage Hotel. Halatang minadali. Hehe. Pero sobrang natouch ako. Tapos, I also saw a letter I made for them. But for some strange reason, I didn't give it. This was the letter:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear mommy and daddy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good evening! I just want to apologize for everything I've done. Narealize ko po kasi na I'm slowly parting from the family. Masyado ko na po inaatupag and friends ko and lakwatsa. I spend greater time with them starting last week and I'm missing time with you. Sorry po. It is only now that I have realized my mistake. Akala ko po kasi na okay na ang relationship ko with you by getting high grades. Pero I realized that time is a lot more important. Lagi na lang po ako nagoovernight sa bahay nila Jade. Kung hindi naman, lagi akong wala sa bahay. Kung nasa bahay naman ako, lagi akong may bitbit na friends. Parang ang mukha tuloy nun, I can't live without my friends. Sorry po talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi na nga po kami close ng mga sisters ko eh. Tapos lagi na lang po kaming nag-aaway sa mga mabababaw na dahilan. Hindi na nga po ako sanay talking to them heart-to-heart, even with Sanse. Gusto ko po sana mabalance time ko with family and friends. Pero now, parang nagmumukhang mas mahal ko friends ko, which is not true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for what happened a while ago. Hindi na po mauulit. Narealize ko po, with Sanse's help, that friends come and go but the family remains. Sana po miski hindi ako vocal sa feelings ko, I hope you know how much I love you. I love you very, very much. You're better than my friends, financially and not. Nagiging madrama na po ako basta I hope you get my point. Thanks for everything and sorry again. I love you mommy and daddy. Take care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It says na I wrote it nung September 22, 2003. It was my sister's birthday that time. I don't know what happened and what I was talking about pero I remember writing it. Haha. I also don't remember getting high grades. HAHAHA. I don't know why I didn't give it pero I'm sort of glad that I didn't because if my sisters find out, they'd laugh at me. Pero it's ok. Hehe. But I'm planning to show them the letter when they arrive. Wala lang. Hehe. I also remember writing a letter for my dad. It was only this year, i think. I was mad at him for keeping my phone and not giving it to me (Kinuha niya kasi nakakalat kung san san and I left it anywhere kung pupunta ako sa school). I wrote him a letter that he's being unreasonable and that if that's his way of disciplining me, it's not working. Hehe. Basta. It's really immature. What a brat I am. Pero I'm hoping na they are still proud of me like what they said 6 years ago. Hehe. I'm getting too emotional. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ay wait, we had a fight pala, Matel and I. Just a while ago. Hehe. Everyone in this household is my enemy! I'm guilty, I'm mean. First, I had a fight with Sanse. It was 3 am already that time, I was studying while she was sleeping. I didn't realize that I woke her up thrice, so she got mad. Then, my brother. That's not unusual so I won't go to details anymore. Now, Matel. Tsk tsk. Kung kelan Cumichristmas tsaka ako nakikipagaway. Baka hindi tuloy ako mabigyan ng gift nito. Hehe joke lang. Speaking of, I still need to shop for Christmas gifts. There are still 4 sisters I need to buy gifts for. I wish I could reach out to my siblings easier. Especially with my brother. Sobrang laki na ng gap between us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, sikat na ang utol ni Trena na si &lt;a href="http://http://www.starstruck.tv/vivo/"&gt;VIVO&lt;/a&gt;! Haha. Vinisit ko yung site ng starstruck tapos nakita ko yung blog niya. At dahil epal ako, kummoment ako. HAHA. I also googled his name and there were two forums (i think) na siya topic. Haha! How cool is that? Cool as the weather. It's cooooooooooold! YEYEYE! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nga pala, I thought of clearing out because I was looking for the original casing of my phone. But I didn't find it :( Medyo lately ko lang kasi narealize na kaya pala malabo ang camera ng phone ko ay dahil sa casing niyang japeks. Hehe. Mahal kasi ng orig. Who would buy that? Well, definitely not me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister, when we were still talking, called Apple and it's for pick-up tomorrow! So excited! I want to buy plenty, plenty, plenty of mp3s because the songs in my long gone iPod were only borrowed from my friends' mp3s and I didn't save it anymore because it occupied lots of space. And now that it's Christmas break, it would be expensive if I go to their houses and borrow their CDs. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayon. Babay na.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS in 10 DAYS EVERYONE! HAHA excited! :D&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/8843958-113464818394272969?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113464818394272969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113464818394272969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113464818394272969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113464818394272969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/12/letters-and-drama.html' title='Letters and drama.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113461405340282161</id><published>2005-12-15T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:47:23.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semestral break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;YEY! We have no more classes! Tapos na exams! My math is waaaaaaaaaay over. Deado na ako dun. &lt;strong&gt;I HATE PANGAN&lt;/strong&gt;. Hopefully, I could still shift even if there would appear a 0.0 in my record. Pero yesterday, we had our accounting exam. I was so happy! For the first time in my stay in DLSU, I have finished an accounting exam! And the best part is, I was able to balance it! At the last minute though. Hehe. I was incessantly looking for errors in the Balance Sheet. Then when the proctor said na we only had 5 minutes left, I checked the Income Statement then POOF! I was able to uncover the error! HAHA. Tapos after our departmental exam, Suzie and I finished our thesis. Grabe. Sobrang last minute na. Haha. Halos kinopy and paste na lang namin kasi it was due at 5 and the exam was until 10am. So we had barely 8 hours to go, e ang dami pang inarti ng laptop. So nag LS building na lang kami which left us with 5 hours na lang. Hehe. Pero anyway, it was fun pa rin naman because we finished it! Hehe. Kaya ngayooooon, sleep all day! Actually I just woke up. Natulog ako kagabi ng 9. Kasi this week, I've been only getting 3 hours of sleep. Hehe. So yun, bawi lang. Excited na ako bumawi later. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will enjoy my weekend now before the course card distribution day comes. YIKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Apple, and YEY again! I will be getting my iPod this week. So excited! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a VERY BEAUTIFUL dream last night! I dreamt of Cess (It was her birthday yesterday and I forgot. Di ko pa siya nagreet. Yikes) and Gymy! Haha. Ang alam ko hindi ko na crush un eh, pero dahil sa panaginip ko, I am in love again! HAHAHAHA landi. Pero ayon. Sana makita ko siya if ever punta ako gym mamaya! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are calling me now for breakfast. Bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY GEGZ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113461405340282161?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113461405340282161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113461405340282161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113461405340282161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113461405340282161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/12/semestral-break.html' title='Semestral break.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113419165307904781</id><published>2005-12-10T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:54:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon: Hell Week.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we celebrated my parents' anniversary. We went to Gateway, ate at Burgoo and saw &lt;em&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/em&gt;. It was a nice movie. I fell in love with the trailer of King Kong and I will definitely watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now, I sooo feel bloated. I ate way too much yesterday. I ordered Hamburgoo without anyone to share with. Haha. After which, I ate Reese's. Yum yum. I was already full that time but knowing it was Reese's and how extinct it is, I bought 2 and ate it inside the movie house. Hehe. Even before dinner, &lt;a href="http://lisvn.cjb.net"&gt;Eda&lt;/a&gt; treated every one of us a Crunch bar. I also ate caramel sundae and hashbrown for breakfast yesterday. Talk about pigging out. Ay wait, I also ate 5 crinkles and a platter of fettucine for breakfast kanina. HAHA. Sorry naman sa nagdidiet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the pig talk. Diba I had my iPod repaired? Well, the good news is.. IT'S FOR REPLACEMENT! YEY! Hahahahaha. Pero the bad news is it'll take 2-3 weeks before I get it because it will be coming from Singapore and the whole process would take time. Tsk. I wish I get it before Christmas. I soo miss my iPod. What's worse is the computer's speakers is not functioning right now so I have nothing to listen to except the radio. Walalalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaya na yung Big Night ng Pinoy Big Brother. So excited! I hope Uma or Cass wins. I so adore them. They look good together. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun. This the last week of classes already. Monday, economics exam. Tuesday, math exam and due date of religion synthesis paper. Wednesday, accounting departmental exam and due date of english term paper. Thursday, start of Christmas break. Yey. So much for fun. Oh well. I definitely need to catch up on math and accounting and I haven't started my synthesis paper and I have so much to do for our english paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By next term, we will get deblock already. I'm thinking of not taking up accounting and other business-related courses for the next term since it won't be credited if ever I will be able to shift to the Computer Studies department. Pero I'm having second thoughts. Gail and I talked to the CCS dean's secretary and she said the requirements are a 2.5 CGPA, no failing grades and an interview with the dean. Oh shoooooot. Sana maka-shift ako! I hate accounting! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning a movie marathon here on Wednesday after exams. Sana matuloy. Korean novelas galore! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 days to go before Christmas! I don't find myself that excited compared to the excitement I had 5 years ago. Maybe because there's no Santa Clause anymore :( Hehe. Oh by the way, we will be going to Hong Kong this Christmas! Yeyeyeyeyeyeye!! Disneyland, here we come! :D I suddenly remembered na I'm not yet done with my Christmas shopping! Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun everyone. BUY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113419165307904781?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113419165307904781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113419165307904781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113419165307904781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113419165307904781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/12/coming-soon-hell-week.html' title='Coming soon: Hell Week.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113396374410444338</id><published>2005-12-07T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:34:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, peace.</title><content type='html'>Another one. Pero this time, I'm blogging legally. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with my mom. For a minute there, I felt I was mature already. I actually talked to her and even said sorry, in a jokingly manner nga lang. Hehe. But still, I lowered down my pride and had the guts to say sorry without anyone telling me to do so. Yeeeeeeeey. Sana ganito na lang parati! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had limited time earlier to blog, I wasn't able to share my experiences for the past few days. Grabe sobrang MISadventures. Nyahaha. Nonetheless, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MONDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang laughtrip. I don't want to get involved with any powder anymore. Hahahaha relasyon ampu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunette and I were supposed to go to ABS-CBN and GMA after class for an ambush interview. Our class wasn't done until 11:10 but thanks to our kind prof, we were dismissed at 10:20! Yey. Hahaha. Teka. I'm running out of energy. FAST FORWARD: Sojdhiwhdihaifhiahfjdckharsakhegdjagwegt... so yun nga. We were supposed to go to SEC which was in Ortigas so we rode the bus! It was fun! Hahaha. Ang lamig! Parang mas maganda pa nga sa LRT2 eh. Hehe. Grabe. Buti na lang when we went there, there were only few people so the process was fast. As soon as we got the financial statements, we hurried back. We were arguing kung saan ba talaga kami pupunta muna. I kept saying to go to GMA first so that we won't go back anymore, pero she insisted ABS-CBN na muna since our blockmates said na mahirap makakuha ng maiinterview sa GMA. Haha. Ang tagal naming nag-argue so we ended up sa North Edsa! Haha. Di na namin namalayan nadaanan na pala namin. Nyaha. Panny. So yun, nag-GMA na rin kami. We stood there for sooooo long. FAST FORWARD again: ahehcoahfihsjrhcka.. tapos inapproach na kami ng isang lalaki. Teka. Tinatamad na akong tapusin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabaw na ako at wala pa kaming nagagawa. To be continued na lang. Hehehe lande. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113396374410444338?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113396374410444338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113396374410444338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113396374410444338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113396374410444338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/12/peace-peace.html' title='Peace, peace.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113395651642881753</id><published>2005-12-07T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:48:27.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a nomad, Adela.</title><content type='html'>I am at Sunette's place right now. I'll sleep here for our english paper due next week. Haha. Tanga namin. Everything was completely planned except for the paper itself. Hahaha. We don't know what the format is and how we should write it. So now we're completely clueless on how we will start this. Nyaha. So I guess we won't finish anything today. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow aniv nila mommy and daddy. Too bad I won't be there when the clock strikes 12. Hehe parang birthday e no. I bet they're already asleep by then. Haay. What am I doing? I'm using Suzie's internet for non-sense. Haha. She's taking a bath right now. I'm guessing that when she's done, wala na, OP na naman ako, wala na naman akong kausap eh, Mico eh. Ayun yun eh. Haha. Sohorr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fight with my mom yesterday because of a very petty reason and I so feel guilty right now. I've been wanting to say sorry since last night but I don't know why my pride just kept butting in. Haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a realization! I'm a pain in the ass. A week doesn't pass without me getting a fight with anyone from my family. Pride naman, dumisappear ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Suzie coming. Babay! Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113395651642881753?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113395651642881753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113395651642881753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113395651642881753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113395651642881753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/12/youre-nomad-adela.html' title='You&apos;re a nomad, Adela.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-113361727109022306</id><published>2005-12-03T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:35:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog renewed.</title><content type='html'>Yup. I'll keep this blog updated from now on. But I will still use my multiply account for photograph purposes. Haha feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of our ROTC. Graduation day! But I didn't go because I was lazy. No, cut that, I am still lazy. Hehe. I had Rosa sign my attendance card so that I won't exceed the absence limit. Hehe. YEHEY! No more RO! Goodbye Saturday classes and ugly green uniform! HAHA. Rosa, Lopez and Joyce came by afterwards. We had a movie marathon if that's what you would call it. We saw The Girl Next Door and Van Wilder before Joyce left since she had a party to attend to. Paris Hilton's sex video was next in the list. Ang kadiri niya sobra. Haha ang landi. Pero siryoso, kadiri siya. Nagsayaw kami after! Haha. Disco! Actually, I was the only one dancing dahil ang kkj nila. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a research to finish. But I can't help it, I'm getting sleepy. I can't prolong this anymore since we will go out tomorrow. YEY! Christmas shopping! iPod repairing! Hehe! Sana maayos na iPod ko. My earphones are driving me nuuuuuuuts. Hehe. OA yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish this tomorrow. Babay for now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-113361727109022306?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/113361727109022306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=113361727109022306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113361727109022306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/113361727109022306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-renewed_03.html' title='Blog renewed.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-111906958505640928</id><published>2005-06-18T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:49:59.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Life.</title><content type='html'>I am truly enjoying it. Nope, not sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how stressful life has been for the past couple of weeks and, not to forget, the failing grades I'm having, I am loving college. Thanks to my block. And to my highschool friends of course. How can I forget? I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having friends like them makes me a very lucky person. I have someone to eat with, to laugh with, to ride the LRT with, and of course, someone to copy assignments from. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I saw Trina, Janzen and April again. Ang sayaaa. We ate isaw and went to Holy Family. We were being nostalgic. Still, I don't miss school as much as I miss my friends. There were not a lot of changes since I last saw Holy Family except that the registrars office is already aircon-ized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina we had our ROTC. But I didn't attend due to my laziness. Tsk tsk. I have nothing but 2 more absences left. I was doing fine sleeping when Joyce (&lt;em&gt;the kupal&lt;/em&gt;) kept on calling to say I go to Shaw Boulevard Station to buy flash pass. So I went there to find out that it wasn't available. Grr. Hehe. Anyway, we went to Greenhills and &lt;strike&gt;window&lt;/strike&gt;shopped. Arcade is really addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-111906958505640928?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/111906958505640928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=111906958505640928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111906958505640928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111906958505640928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/06/college-life.html' title='College Life.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-111883235135647915</id><published>2005-06-15T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:44:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exaggerating is fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't even know why I bother. Why did I create a blog in the first place? Sa totoo lang, hindi ko talaga alam. Probabaly because it's a bandwagon thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I just got home from school and my feet hurt as if mighty Goliath jumped on it a thousand times. Commuting doesn't only make me feel I'm ready for the big world, it doesn't fail to make me tired as well. Bummer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ate at Wendy's with Joyce, and Joyce alone. Rosa was nowhere. She was the one who came up with the idea to meet up with Joyce after our last class (Rosa and I share the same schedule by the way) but a blockmate of hers said she went ahead already. Hahaha. Nonetheless, I feel happy whenever I eat with Joyce.. with or without the others. If you happen to suffer from the state of bakruptcy and you are dying of hunger, I'll give you a piece of advice: GO FIND JOYCE. Nyahaha. Kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I turned into a fish. I feel pity for those sardines packed into a tin can. And now I know how they feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With our flash passes, Rosa and I hurried to catch the southbound train. We stood before the platform. It was swarming with people! Good luck. The train arrived after 10 minutes or so and POOF! Jampacked is the picture. The train was MEGA JAMPACKED GALORE. But as Rosa says it: Mega &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SLAMJAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Galore. Hahaha. We did not want to be late so we squeezed in. I can't help myself from laughing from Kamuning to Taft. I find the situation funny, really. I squeezed in hugging my bag to my chest and I can't even move my arms to remove the hair from my face! It reminded me perceptibly of moshpits. Anyhow, It was only at Ayala station when the train cleared up a bit. We were standing right in between the doors. Rosa was totally bummed about the guy behind him who was obviously pushing her for no reason at all. WTF is that guy's problem? People like him complicates the current state of this country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, we headed to the LRT1 station which, again, was overflowing with people. After a 10 minute wait, the train finally arrived. Rosa got in and when I was about to enter, there was this girl who was so anxious to get in so I stepped aside and gave her way not knowing that the train was closing. Oh well. That proved how slow I am and concluded another 10 minute wait for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy moly. I think I am flunking. I am failing in almost every class. SHOKOY. I am thinking of dropping the course and going back to Computer Studies. But then again, I don't want to disappoint my parents. I know that they really want me for this. Hay. Surely, when the Course Card Distibution Day arrives, I'll be seeing a lot of wrinkles from their faces. Jusmiyo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came across with another friendster survey about high school. And come to think of it, I don't miss my school. Like I give a crap about that effin' institution. I miss my teachers, though. Only some of them. &lt;u&gt;What I truly miss are my friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They are totally irreplacable, and I hate that reality. It pisses me off that I cannot avoid the possibility of losing them because we would all be so distracted with the changes that is currently going on. I saw it happen with my older sisters. It was like, where they were today is the only thing on their mind. High school friends are just a sweet, but distant memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha. I can't take drama! What is up with all this shit?! Haha. I miss my friends but I'm not a sad pathetic kid wishing that all things would just stay the way they are now. Change is &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. Change is &lt;em&gt;unavoidable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was riding the Megatren on the way home earlier, I saw a lot of different school uniforms. One from CEU. And that's when it hit me. Jennie and I, again, are losing communication. It's sad to know that its been a month since we last saw and texted each other. Huhu. But now that our school is not that far from each other, I am hoping and wishing and praying to see her. Soon, please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have a long exam tomorrow and I've been having thoughts about changing my views on studying. I will try studying at home instead of the classroom when its 5 minutes before the quiz. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you did not read the title, &lt;u&gt;this entry is full of Exaggerations&lt;/u&gt;. Except for the flunking part. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gudbabay :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-111883235135647915?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/111883235135647915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=111883235135647915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111883235135647915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111883235135647915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/06/exaggerating-is-fun.html' title='Exaggerating is fun.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-111822586585542970</id><published>2005-06-08T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:40:17.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh happy day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My last entry made me feel what a sucker I am in life. Although I am, sometimes. Haha. Oh well, the wind seemed to have blown its direction on the lighter side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I was so stressed out that I was practically shouting at everyone (my mom including). My eyes just can't help but roll to anyone I caught looking at me. That's how bad I had become. My feet hurt like shit and I was so sleepy. I had but 2 hours of sleep the night before. I was in misery. Haha &lt;em&gt;tae&lt;/em&gt;. My mom kept on ordering me to do things for that annoying pest, Miguel, whom in fact, was not doing anything at that time. GRRR. And I wasn't able to watch &lt;em&gt;Ikaw Ang Lahat Sa Akin&lt;/em&gt; which really pissed me off. Macy switched the channel to Smallville. I couldn't argue because I know I'd break into tears. Haha. I know, I know. But really, I WAS that shallow. And to think I haven't studied yet. My mom, who was supposed to teach me in accounting, had fallen asleep. Talk about B-U-M-M-E-R.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, this day really paid off. I woke up just in time. &lt;strong&gt;TAKE NOTE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;without the alarm clock&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Miracles do happen friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. I wasn't late for physics class today and got a perfect score on our quiz, even. Hahaha yabang. It was a first so I'm more than happy. Our prof remarked a drop on my last quiz. Tsk. I was able to answer our accounting quiz as well. Haha. Kala mo tama e no. Hehe. At least I tried and I have an idea how to make a balance sheet already. Nyahehe. And then when I was about to leave, I saw &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the last minute! Hahaha. When I reached Katipunan, it started to rain all of a sudden. Good thing Rosa placed her umbrella in my bag. Hehe &lt;em&gt;wala akong dala e.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I Love You LORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/akosiadela/jesus2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow we have a psychology and math quiz that I should really study hard for. 83%?! E sa 50% nga lang ng Holy Family bagsak na e. Hahaha. BABAY :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-111822586585542970?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/111822586585542970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=111822586585542970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111822586585542970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111822586585542970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh happy day.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-111780623453416608</id><published>2005-06-03T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:35:53.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen and counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hay. It's been a long time since I last blogged. I was busy with school and all that I didn't have the time. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I am having hearing problems. I was in the jeep earlier and it was my first time riding it alone, blah blah blah. So to make the long story short, I am having hearing problems. Hahaha. Forgive the non-sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friends and I were so supposed to meet each other and reunite today! Haha. Unfortunately, Janzen and I were the only ones available. Her sister, Jane came too. So that makes the three of us. Haha. We met at mahabs then took off for mcdo. I was late as usual. Luck is not for me today. I didn't wake up on time which gave me barely 30 minutes to prepare myself and my things. I woke up with a cellular phone without battery. In addition to that, I realized that I had forgotten my EAF when I was already in school and got late for our Physics class. &lt;em&gt;Malas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a crush! Yehey. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am too lazy to ellaborate everything that happened to me for the past 2 weeks. And besides, I still have classes tomorrow. ROTC! Woohoo. My feet hurt and my eyes are tired. I am taking a rest. I'll update this tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday to me! I'm seventeen! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-111780623453416608?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/111780623453416608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=111780623453416608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111780623453416608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111780623453416608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/06/seventeen-and-counting.html' title='Seventeen and counting.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-111649518718714775</id><published>2005-05-19T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:32:57.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer ender.</title><content type='html'>My summer will soon end and so far, I went out with friends 7 times, I worked once, I didn't go to the beach, we had 8 family reunions, 1 surprise visit and 2 months of unproductive yet fattening days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Crap. That just made me realize how worthless my summer is. School will be starting in 4 days and I don't feel even 1/3 of excitement in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our orientation last Monday and Tuesday. And I must say, commuting makes me feel that I am ready for the big world. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my first day, I found myself listening attentively that I almost forgot I was already in school. I belong to block C31. I practically believed that I was just in some interesting seminar. I didn't even notice the time. That was until after lunch. We headed to the Sports Complex wherein we walked all the way to the 9th floor. Haha &lt;em&gt;sakit sa paa&lt;/em&gt;. When we reached our destination, I was sweating hell. Luckily, I wore white instead of green because that would add to the heat. There were a lot of numbers presented that made me like DLSU more. Hehe. I missed Meteor Garden. What was supposed to be a 5:30 dismissal time turned out to be more of a 6:30. Good thing it did not rain. I went straight to Trina's house because it was her birthday. We "surprised" her. I had a lot of fun. That agenda gave me the chance to see Janzen, Anna, Trina, Katrina and Carissa again. I missed them like crazy. Hahaha. I didn't even notice the time that caused me to miss what I was like been wanting to watch since before summer, Ikaw Ang Lahat Sa Akin. Huhuhu. But on the lighter side, I had Matel to tell me what happened :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/akosiadela/bdaygrl.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Janzen and the Birthday Girl! Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I went to DLSU again for a formal orientation which means we had to wear clothes for the suicidal, aka Business Attire. Shit. Ang init talaga. That day, I went straight home. Apart from the reason that I was dying to change my clothes, I also had to watch Meteor Garden. That day's episode was my favorite. I was so glad I was able to watch it! But unfortunately, it went brown-out that I missed the half. Electricity went back just in time for Ikaw Ang Lahat Sa Akin. So I am very thankful I was able to watch it. Hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I was sick yesterday. I barfed twice. I don't know what exactly happened to me. I was doing fine earlier that day. I walked my dog, even. It was weird. But at least I'm ok now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita Lilian and Tito Manny just got home from the States. We ate lunch together at &lt;em&gt;lolo's&lt;/em&gt; house. So that forced me to take a bath early :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. I have to find a way to cure this Internet Addiction I have again. I'm telling you, I am having a hard time fighting it off. I can't imagine my life without the Internet. I can even take fasting more than giving it up. Okay. Maybe not that far. Hahaha. But seriously, that's how B-A-D it had become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/akosiadela/award-winning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not plastic me with The jolly Matel :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;strong&gt;CHA&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;CHE &lt;/strong&gt;! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BELATED HAPPY BDAY &lt;strong&gt;LAU&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;TRINA&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;CAROL&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, It's 5:30 already. Time for Meteor Garden! Baboo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-111649518718714775?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/111649518718714775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=111649518718714775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111649518718714775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111649518718714775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer-ender.html' title='Summer ender.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-111578842376391540</id><published>2005-05-11T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:30:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom and summer heat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am so in love right now. With Meteor Garden of course. It has been 4 days and yet, not a sign of recovery. I saw it for the 4th time yesterday. I even gave up lunch and Wowowee just to see it again. Hay. What a sucker I am. I promise to do something worthwhile after retrieving from this phase. But for now, I will enjoy my &lt;strong&gt;Dao Ming Sz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been stuck here at home for the past few days. No, past few weeks and I just don't feel like myself anymore. It's as if life was completely drained out of my body. The culprit? Two words. &lt;strong&gt;SUMMER HEAT&lt;/strong&gt;. I've been complaining about it everyday. It's so hot that my thighs stick inside my jeans. So hot that leather seats fry my skin. So hot that I barely wear anything. Haha. Staying home for what feels like an eternity and patiently waiting for a miracle to happen. I have the same agenda everyday. I get up, watch movies and series, eat my heart out, use the phone for non-sensical conversations, exercise for like what.. 2 minutes? Haha. And sleep. I've been trying to stop abusing my body by giving it the rest it needs. Problem is, I think I've been giving it too much rest that I don't know how I'll be when school starts. Yesterday was different though, I went to bed at 2. Could not sleep until 5. Woke up at 7. And could not sleep again. Weird. I wanted to get some serious sleep. I had 2 hours sleeping time and yet, I'm sort of energetic today. WTF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hay. I have never been this lazy. And if you ask me if I feel productive, not at all. But I am happy this way. At least just for this summer. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was touched by Janzen yesterday. She was supposed to bring me what my stomach was long yearning for.. giniling. And to think, her place is not that distant to mine. How thoughtful. Unfortunately, she thought I was not home because no one was answering our phone. Still, it's the thought that counts. &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/janzennn"&gt;I Lab you Janzen&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Legacy. Pft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 days&lt;/u&gt; to go before orientation and I don't have a business attire yet. &lt;u&gt;12 days&lt;/u&gt; to go before school starts and still, my clothes do not fit. Haha. &lt;u&gt;18 days&lt;/u&gt; to go before I turn 17 and for some strange reason, I don't feel like it. Wooo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-111578842376391540?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/111578842376391540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=111578842376391540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111578842376391540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111578842376391540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/05/boredom-and-summer-heat.html' title='Boredom and summer heat.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843958.post-111547879715062843</id><published>2005-05-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:30:30.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meteor Garden is a masterpiece.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I could not wait any further. I just finished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;METEOR GARDEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; earlier. You see, when I heard that it will be shown again, I got really excited. But I could not wait for three more days so I decided to watch it through Macy's VCDs instead. It was nice. I was able to watch it without the irritating commercial breaks. The subtitles were an eye sore though. A lot of scenes the font color did not contrast the background. Nonetheless, I did enjoy it with Ate Lyn's scrumptious churros. Yum. I am getting fatter by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 4:30 in the morning just to finish half of the story. It took me 23 hours to get it over and done with. Oh how I missed watching it. The last time I did was a year ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite part would be that when Dao Ming Sz saved Shan-Tsai from the bullies. He said that he will believe Shan-Tsai if she says she didn't do it. Hay. I'm getting &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; just thinking of it. Funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These shows relive the hopeless romantic in me. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ending the series inspired me to finish the Ni Yao Te Ai piece. My inspiration lasted for 10 minutes. I got tired and soon realized that I am too lazy to read notes anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On monday, I would be watching it again. This time, in its tagalized yet intermittent version. Oh, what joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am looking forward to watching more korean-tsinovelas soon. My sister and I are looking for the so called "The Classic" novel that her friend recommended. It is said to be better than Meteor Garden. Ha! I have to see that for myself. I would like to watch the sequel of Meteor Garden. I was not able to finish it before. So whoever has the VCDs and is kind enough to lend me, please do so. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOMS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y22/akosiadela/c.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love you mommy :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8843958-111547879715062843?l=akosiadela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/feeds/111547879715062843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8843958&amp;postID=111547879715062843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111547879715062843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8843958/posts/default/111547879715062843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akosiadela.blogspot.com/2005/05/meteor-garden-is-masterpiece.html' title='Meteor Garden is a masterpiece.'/><author><name>Super Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
