<?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-3035168267181069620</id><updated>2012-01-10T14:20:14.862+08:00</updated><category term='first entry ever'/><title type='text'>Born to be Awesome</title><subtitle type='html'>The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go. ~ Dr. Seuss</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-7403513832147801828</id><published>2010-04-20T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:56:10.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh. It's been a while. This is my first blog for 2010! It makes me sad. My first post said I would be blogging daily :( Sorry. It's been crazy. I'm a freshie in college. College is crazy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I will get this site up and running again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do my best haha! Happy Summer everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-7403513832147801828?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7403513832147801828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=7403513832147801828' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/7403513832147801828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/7403513832147801828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-3120555776442402778</id><published>2009-12-01T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:39:34.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow! My favorite time of year has arrived! Well, almost. 24 more days to go and it's Christmas time once again! Time for family fun, mouthwatering food and PRESENTS! hahaha! Just kidding :) But yes, gifts make me happy. (Note: Hidden meaning--give me presents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in one month. I honestly did not notice November pass. It literally flew bye bye. Or maybe I was just too busy with school? Or too eager for December to arrive that I blocked out November and kept my eyes on the last month of the year? Hmm.. Whatever the reason is, it does not change the fact that I am super excited and giddy! Why? COZ IT'S DECEMBER! No more other reasons needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas. &lt;3 Christmas is LOVE.  Other people start feeling Christmas whenever the "-BER" months start, but Christmas never leaves my spirit. I will forever and always be a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, other people may think that I overreact when it comes to Christmas...but I have a thing for this holiday, you see. Christmas has always been a jolly time for me. The atmosphere is definitely more cheerful!  Christmas lights in every inch corner..Christmas songs blowing out of speakers, mostly in malls..Good food. Children in the streets practicing for their Christmas carols...People greeting each other with a smile and a jolly "Merry Christmas!".. what else to you need to be merry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thrilled to spend Christmas in Zamboanga this year, 'coz I've been away most of the year so it's gonna be a different experience when I get home. But I most definitely think that it's NOT going to be less any fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am trying to come up with a new "Greeting Image". I started doing this last year. I e-mailed this simple greeting to my friends and family members. I also posted it on my Multiply site and most of my friends' Friendster account (Friendster was SOOOO last year). hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was my Greeting Image from last year. It's nothing big, but I find it cute and very Christmas-y. I did not take the photo or wrote the verse, no credits to me. But I did the editing for the letters, so that's something to be credited for, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f38/Angel_louise/xmasresize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 667px;" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f38/Angel_louise/xmasresize.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can come up with another one soon enough! Hello, December! :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-3120555776442402778?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3120555776442402778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=3120555776442402778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/3120555776442402778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/3120555776442402778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-december.html' title='Hello, December!'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-492720060165299857</id><published>2009-10-16T21:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:18:08.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's my schedule for this week?</title><content type='html'>So..what do I have in store for me this week? Let me show you. I took screenshots from my phone. Lovely feature. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthvjnOvv-I/AAAAAAAAALc/nnonb_IA7gc/s1600-h/Screenshot0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthvjnOvv-I/AAAAAAAAALc/nnonb_IA7gc/s400/Screenshot0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393183211393105890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthvyUdJO4I/AAAAAAAAALk/cD8xMD29uRU/s1600-h/Screenshot0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthvyUdJO4I/AAAAAAAAALk/cD8xMD29uRU/s400/Screenshot0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393183464051260290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthwJ4Wku6I/AAAAAAAAALs/XbvIqh87xW4/s1600-h/Screenshot0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthwJ4Wku6I/AAAAAAAAALs/XbvIqh87xW4/s400/Screenshot0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393183868824370082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthwpRaLRpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lM5ImVB3E8s/s1600-h/Screenshot0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthwpRaLRpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lM5ImVB3E8s/s400/Screenshot0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393184408126310034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sthw1e4IjgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dbWe9BrTilc/s1600-h/Screenshot0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sthw1e4IjgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dbWe9BrTilc/s400/Screenshot0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393184617900051970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And...my favorite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sthx9NNYmpI/AAAAAAAAAME/K9_2swTBY14/s1600-h/Screenshot0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sthx9NNYmpI/AAAAAAAAAME/K9_2swTBY14/s400/Screenshot0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393185850107927186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going home :) What a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please. May I pass all the subjects. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-492720060165299857?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/492720060165299857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=492720060165299857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/492720060165299857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/492720060165299857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-my-schedule-for-this-week.html' title='What&apos;s my schedule for this week?'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthvjnOvv-I/AAAAAAAAALc/nnonb_IA7gc/s72-c/Screenshot0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-5673730474057648500</id><published>2009-10-16T20:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:54:15.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Softball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Softball wasn't my first choice for P.E. I wanted to try arnis, but unfortunately, no slots were available. So I ended up with softball. I'm glad I did. 'Coz I had so much fun these past few months. Luckily, my blockmate Louise also happened to choose the same P.E. as I did. So I immediately had friends. On the first day, we were grouped into four teams. Old Rose, Yellow, Orange and Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM BLUE. Yeah, that's my team. We're not the best team. We don't play as well as the other teams, but we're happy and jolly as them all combined together. We cheered the loudest and laughed the hardest. We didn't care about winning. We just wanted to have fun. Coach Alden didn't mind our noise. I think he was even entertained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it took me a couple of weeks to remember all their names. We just called each other by our class number--the number imprinted on our softball caps. Or the nicknames we gave each other. Like "Condensada", "Leader", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthpDwgXX_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AdQwuyFzI8Q/s1600-h/27082009047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthpDwgXX_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AdQwuyFzI8Q/s400/27082009047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393176067057344498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All smiles after a game. I think we actually won that one! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthplC3patI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jF6VcxI8kp8/s1600-h/27082009050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthplC3patI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jF6VcxI8kp8/s400/27082009050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393176638922517202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last meeting for Women Softball was last Thursday. Sadly, we had our written exam. I got a fairly good score, considering I didn't study much. I just browsed the handouts minutes before the test. :)) It was also the first time I saw my PE-mates out of their PE uniforms.  I was wearing our college uniform and my eyeglasses. Rica, my teammate, said "Wow! You look like a genius!" Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, we said our "See you around"s (not goodbyes coz we're from the same school!). We took photos. Here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sthq2mM4YMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Pj9rTlRGRQE/s1600-h/15102009187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sthq2mM4YMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Pj9rTlRGRQE/s400/15102009187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393178039976222914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthrpaqKQ0I/AAAAAAAAALM/vQxEJOyys_0/s1600-h/15102009188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthrpaqKQ0I/AAAAAAAAALM/vQxEJOyys_0/s400/15102009188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393178913051132738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we may not be PE-mates anymore. But we are friends (on YM and Facebook also hahaha)! I'm gonna miss you, girls! And Sir Alden. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthsX8qx9WI/AAAAAAAAALU/-wi95KeyqNU/s1600-h/27082009052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthsX8qx9WI/AAAAAAAAALU/-wi95KeyqNU/s200/27082009052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393179712454522210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-5673730474057648500?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5673730474057648500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=5673730474057648500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5673730474057648500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5673730474057648500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-softball.html' title='Goodbye, Softball!'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SthpDwgXX_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AdQwuyFzI8Q/s72-c/27082009047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-4281798445496269402</id><published>2009-09-25T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:02:25.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iCANCERvive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything will be all right again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things get better, through whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The heart can beat the hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through it all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just stand up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CANCER&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mr. Encarta, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cancer &lt;/span&gt;is a malignant tumor or growth caused when cells multiply and destroying the healthy tissue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it kills the person who is affected. But the person who is sick is not the only one suffering. It also kills the patient's family, friends--anyone who cares about the person. Mind you, I haven't had family members or friends with cancer, but I know the feeling when you worry and care for someone too much. For instance, even if a family member or even a close friend is sick, you can't help but worry and pray that everything will be fine. So just imagine, what about those who know that their friend or relative is suffering from cancer? The fact that you know how deadly cancer is, is already painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for cancer. 'Coz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's hitting a flock of birds with one stone. &lt;/span&gt;Once a person is suffering from cancer, everyone else who is close to that person will be in pain too. The thought of that makes my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, a group of higher BS Psychology students knocked on our classroom door. They were selling ballers or rubber wristbands. In turns out, that they have a friend over at DLSU-CSB who is currently having his chemotherapy treatment. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://iggyvillanueva.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/new-icancervive-ballers/"&gt;Iggy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. And he has leukemia&lt;/span&gt;. His friends at UST were selling these i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANCERvive&lt;/span&gt; ballers in order to raise money, and help Iggy's family with the medical expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballers come in different colors--9 or 12 colors I think. I don't remember. I immediately wrote my name on the order slip. I got 3 ballers with 3 different colors. Each color represents a type of cancer. I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RED--Cancer Prevention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PURPLE--CANCER IN GENERAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YELLOW--CANCER FOR KIDS&lt;/span&gt;. Now, almost everyone in our class owns an iCANCERvive baller. We don't bother wearing it. It's for a noble cause--plus, it's super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SrzpNlw-aKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2sVt12T2-tU/s1600-h/icancervive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SrzpNlw-aKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2sVt12T2-tU/s400/icancervive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385435674113370274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gesture may not seem big. We may not contribute much (ballers are sold at 60 pesos each), but at least we helped. As the saying goes, you can't have 100 pesos without 1 peso, right? Every single penny counts. This is not just for Iggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baller symbolizes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPE.&lt;/span&gt; Hope for everyone who has cancer. Hope for those who know someone suffering from this illness. It's not too late. With one simple gesture, you may save millions. Never lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is an inspiring song. I know most of you have heard this already, still, it is an amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJSo2QblL9g"&gt;JUST STAND UP -- CLICK FOR VIDEO&lt;/a&gt; (I couldn't get the embedded codes. Boo YouTube once more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/just-stand-up-lyrics-beyonce-knowles.html"&gt;JUST STAND UP -- LYRICS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNITE FOR THE FIGHT AGAINST CANCER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-4281798445496269402?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4281798445496269402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=4281798445496269402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/4281798445496269402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/4281798445496269402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/icancervive.html' title='iCANCERvive'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SrzpNlw-aKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2sVt12T2-tU/s72-c/icancervive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-5654286684023055547</id><published>2009-09-08T14:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:12:29.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with Diko!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fairy tales, the princesses have their fairy godmothers. In my life, I have Diko. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, people mistaken my Diko as my mother. Since she's the one who used to pick me up from school after work, and I'm usually seen around town with her. No, she's not my mom...but I treat her like my own mom. I'm her&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anak-anakan&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe. I'm a Diko's girl. Spoiled--very spoiled. I get everything I want if Diko's around! Sadly, when I left Zamboanga months ago, I only said my farewell over the phone. I expected her to drop by the airport to say "Goodbye" or rather "See you soon!". But she didn't. When I hung up the phone, I bawled again. And I was on my way to the airport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she called me last Tuesday and asked if I knew how to get to SM Megamall from where I'm at (which is just beside UST--FAR from Mega.) She just asked then hung up afterward. Smelling something fishy, I called my Mom and asked about Diko's whereabouts. Aha! She was in Manila for a training. Apparently, she just got promoted and will be here for a month due to training. :) So I called Diko again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Diko, porque to ta prigunta if sabe yo anda Megamall solo solo? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Why'd you ask if I knew how to get to Megamall by myself?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diko: Tiene kosa dale kuntigo si Auntie Jayne (her close friend who is based here in Manila).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Auntie Jayne has something to give you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahhhh. Ok. Onde tu? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhh. Ok. Where are you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diko: Taki na Mindpro (mall in Zamboanga). Porque? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(In Mindpro. Why?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mindpro? Hindi ansina de aboroto el Mindpro nuh. Onde tu?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mindpro? Mindpro isn't that noisy nuh. Where are you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diko: Mindpro gane. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mindpro nga.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Heh! Abla si Mama taki tu na Manila! So..cuando kita man mirahan? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Heh! Mama said you're here in Manila! So, when are we going to meet up?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart leaped a mile when I saw her again! Diko's heeeerreee!!We met at Uncle Dong's new resto at Greenhills, and ate lunch there--with Uncle Dong of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX8BfbZS3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/F4HYOGowWIs/s1600-h/05092009083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX8BfbZS3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/F4HYOGowWIs/s320/05092009083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378982432510397298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a supernova heavy lunch, we headed to the Greenhills tiangge! And did some shopping. Hehehe. Yes, I get everything I want when Diko is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX8vQ8NZuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZyTS9PDEph4/s1600-h/05092009084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX8vQ8NZuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZyTS9PDEph4/s320/05092009084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378983218895480546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taxi: Going to Greenhills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Robinsons Galleria where Diko bought around 3 pairs of shoes HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX93DwXzWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IQyvHrJVx-Q/s1600-h/05092009085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX93DwXzWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IQyvHrJVx-Q/s200/05092009085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378984452306750818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super expensive doll Shobe wants for her birthday O_o It's worth more than my one month's allowance! It poops and pees. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX-M-sZjFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0zGEHHZDzps/s1600-h/05092009087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX-M-sZjFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0zGEHHZDzps/s200/05092009087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378984828905032786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cause of my tonsilitis.. avocado ice cream @ Art's Cream House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX_oxQrNQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gUkkMTu4XFQ/s1600-h/05092009091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX_oxQrNQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gUkkMTu4XFQ/s320/05092009091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378986405847053570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being vain and Diko being shy. EHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to Malayan Plaza--Diko's new home for the month. Dropped off the shopping bags then headed to Megamall, which was just across the street. Hehe. Since we were still full from the supernova and yummy lunch, we decided to go for movie first then eat dinner after. We looked at the movie schedule for about 5 minutes. The only movie we haven't watched yet was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kimmydora.com/"&gt;Kimmy Dora&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(click for more info). So, yeah, we ended up watching that. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I sat in the movie place feeling so baduy, but then after a while I was laughing along with everyone. Such a good Pinoy comedy movie! The funniest and wittiest Pinoy comedy movie I have watched in ages! Highly recommended by me! Yes, I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jologs&lt;/span&gt; side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get over the movie yet, which resulted to me talking about it the entire time we ate dinner at Racks. Yummy food. Tonsilitis started though..no soda for me. Just water. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqYA6DZ9d4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/naAxNjARWM4/s1600-h/05092009092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqYA6DZ9d4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/naAxNjARWM4/s200/05092009092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378987802287241090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, I woke up with a really really painful throat and a grumbling tummy. Sadly, I couldn't enjoy the breakfast buffet 'coz every time I swallowed, it just hurt too much. I knew that tonsilitis would result to fever. And I was right. After an hour, I was heating up. Though that didn't stop me from going to the salon and getting a new hair cut and a mani-pedi with Diko. Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqYCVl3eYdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_RhjIa_F8wg/s1600-h/06092009101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqYCVl3eYdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_RhjIa_F8wg/s320/06092009101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378989374905934290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diko insisted that we go home already 'coz I was burning when I took that photo. Still, smile for the camera! Well, I ended up being sick the entire time after. I had to go back to the apartment by Monday afternoon, so Diko dropped me off. As we got off the taxi, I rushed to the toilet and puked. Stupid cab driver must've thought we were in a racing competition. Drove too fast and too recklessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqYDIqTbqkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4KhLkKjmDjw/s1600-h/07092009109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqYDIqTbqkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4KhLkKjmDjw/s320/07092009109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378990252270266946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chillin' at the apartment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick as I type this. Hehehe! But it's ok. I just couldn't wait to post this entry anyway. Imma be with Diko next next weekend again! YAY! :D Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-5654286684023055547?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5654286684023055547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=5654286684023055547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5654286684023055547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5654286684023055547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-with-diko.html' title='Weekend with Diko!!'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SqX8BfbZS3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/F4HYOGowWIs/s72-c/05092009083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-1254266849892994083</id><published>2009-09-01T14:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:48:47.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a new baby! A very expensive baby! hahaha! After almost 8 months of suffering, my wish has been delivered! Yes! I got my dream phone--the Nokia E71. One of the coolest smartphones in the market today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After months of just looking at it and holding the dummy cellphones in gadget stores, I finally have my own unit now! I got it last August 16, 2009. Supposedly, I would've gotten the red one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Spy6Iv6rzuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cHqD4mpEVgc/s1600-h/nokia-e71-red-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Spy6Iv6rzuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cHqD4mpEVgc/s320/nokia-e71-red-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376376714637856482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So pretty, right? But no, I changed my mind in the last minute and got the sleek and full black one instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Spy6Xb9tWKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CVVlLLZwFBU/s1600-h/nokia-e71-black-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Spy6Xb9tWKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CVVlLLZwFBU/s320/nokia-e71-black-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376376966979868834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why? Because my other phone, the Nokia 6300, which i still love is already red. It would've been  too redundant to have two red phones. I went on and purchased the black! It looks cool, right? Of course it does! Even my blockmates said it looks like a Blackberry. Awesome, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's almost a month old and it's still in top shape! No scratches whatsoever. I bought a red pouch for it--for protection. I don't want something very expensive to be damaged or scratched. I'd be baffled if there is merely a scratch on it. I'm very meticulous with my gadgets. Weird? Oh well. That's my way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, with my new baby, I can surf the net (given that I'm in a Wi-Fi area), tweet, Chat on YM, and it's also my personal planner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are the specs if you're interested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://europe.nokia.com/find-products/devices/nokia-e71/specifications"&gt;SPECS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, if you're planning on getting a new phone. Make this one of your choices! :) It's GREAT. Sleek and Handy. PROFESSIONAL and RAGGED all in one mobile phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Spy7xrozf7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zYXT9vx3tIE/s1600-h/Picture+0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Spy7xrozf7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zYXT9vx3tIE/s320/Picture+0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376378517375385522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-1254266849892994083?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1254266849892994083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=1254266849892994083' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/1254266849892994083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/1254266849892994083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-baby.html' title='My New Baby!'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Spy6Iv6rzuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cHqD4mpEVgc/s72-c/nokia-e71-red-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-8511154765442900561</id><published>2009-09-01T11:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:50:34.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;Hi there, readers! It's Me. Yes, It's really me. I haven't been posting anything lately 'coz I barely have free time on my hands! I miss blogging very much. And I've only found time to update my site NOW. Well, it's not even a complete update! Just sharing why I haven't been posting anything for soooooooo long! But yes, as I've mentioned, I've been busy. Being a college student is über tiring and draining. I am sleep deprived most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;Anyway, lots has happened during the time that I went missing. heehee. I will post some of those happenings maybe later. 'Coz I'm currently at the University library. Just relaxing. Actually, I'm so sleepy that I'm almost convinced I wanna go back to the apartment and just sleep. I barely had 5 hours of sleep! Who's to blame? or rather, what's to blame? Zoology Lab Practical Exam number 100000...!!!! Just kidding, it's only just about our 7th or 8th practical exam. And it today's exam was surprisingly easy. I believe I aced it. I NEED TO ACE EVERY QUIZ FROM NOW ON! Or else, I'm back to Zamboanga. FAILURE. But no, I won't let that happen. I fail on the little things, but not on the big stuff! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;Speaking of Zamboanga, in less that 2 months I will be heading home! SEMBREAK, baby! I'm just waiting for the official and final schedules of the final exams and the enrollment dates and then I get to book my ticket home. Oh home. The word itself is sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;See, I may have been gone for a while, but I still have lots to say! hahaha! I'll be going now. I will definitely try my best to post again later today or this week. Ciao for now! xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-8511154765442900561?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8511154765442900561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=8511154765442900561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/8511154765442900561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/8511154765442900561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the Dead'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-5152994945291484256</id><published>2009-07-21T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:30:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesiest Poem Ever Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mahal kita, todo todo&lt;br /&gt;Walang break, walang preno&lt;br /&gt;Mabangga man sa kanto&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw pa rin ang mahal ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dahon ng gumamela&lt;br /&gt;Sa bulaklak ng sampaguita&lt;br /&gt;Doon mo makikita ang&lt;br /&gt;salitang "mahal kita"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita sa Filipino&lt;br /&gt;I Love You sa English&lt;br /&gt;143 sa Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko lang sa Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubig is water&lt;br /&gt;Ilog is river&lt;br /&gt;Combine it them together&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My blockmate Louise sent me this "poem" via text. I found it so cute that I read it to my roomies, and forwarded it to most of my friends. I dunno if  lots know this "poem " already. Just wanted to share. Yeah, I admit, it's so corny, but hell, it's FUNNY! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-5152994945291484256?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5152994945291484256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=5152994945291484256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5152994945291484256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5152994945291484256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheesiest-poem-ever-made.html' title='Cheesiest Poem Ever Made'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-1923764372427953949</id><published>2009-07-08T19:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:20:09.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 More Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Title says it all. I miss home.  I miss home so so so so so much. :( I wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK--why so sudden? Well, I was sick last Thursday, Friday and Saturday. OK--flashback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday (July 2, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;After the College of Science mass, my blockmate and I went to change into our sport outfits for P.E. (Yes, I'm athletic again). On our way back to the Main Building, it started drizzling. It wasn't a big deal at that time. We get drizzled on all the time (though I carry an umbrella in my bag everyday). Afterwards, Louise (my blockmate and P.E.-mate) rushed to the University pool. The previous week, our coach said we would be meeting there. To our surprise, no one was there when we arrived. We figured since it was still a bit early, the others were just running late. After 15 minutes or so, we FINALLY noticed the note that was posted on one of the chairs. DUH. Why post a note on a chair? and it was written using a pen! Not even a marker or something more noticeable from afar! Anyway, the coach left a note saying that we would be meeting at the field behind the Accountancy building. Bummer. We hurriedly rushed to the field. P.E. was fun. Met new friends and learned how to hold a glove and throw a ball and catch a ball...the basic softball stuff. It was super duper tiring, but still enjoyable. :) Picking up balls was the hardest part...ughhhhhhh. hahahaha! After the incredibly tiring P.E. session, I walked home, relaxed for a bit, then went for a nap. When I woke up, my temperature soared high..I was having a fever. Damn Vitamins didn't do their job. I needed to study for 2 major quizzes and 1 minor quiz. *straight face* That's how I got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday (July 3, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get up. I still wasn't feeling well. I had a fever. Oh, and body pain, a cold and a two-week cough to compliment each other. I didn't go to class. I had to shove more medicines down my throat, and I had to miss the minor quiz in Theology. Damn. 10 points down the drain! It was the first minor quiz too! Luckily, I felt better after a few hours. Fever and cold were gone, but the cough and the terrible body pain remained. I was in so much pain--I could barely climb the stairs without saying "aray"! I am so out of shape. *straight face again* I had to attend the afternoon classes, I couldn't afford to miss the 2 major quizzes--in SocioAnthro and College Algebra. I was in no condition to take the quizzes, but I HAD too. Before going to class, I passed by the UST Health Service for check up. Thank God I didn't have Ahini--I mean, A(H1N1). Hehehe. Of course, after school I went back to Aco's place. My Mom, Dad, Brother and Sister called. That's when I started missing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (July 4, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel great again. Slight fever came coming back. I guess this was just because of the homesickness. I wanted to go back to Zamboanga so bad. If I could have bought myself a plane ticket home right then and there, I would've! I was THAT desperate. First time I cried because of missing home and the people. I miss my family. The food. The people at home. MY ROOM. MY BED. EVERYTHING about it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (July 5, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. I was well and recovered. My homesickness stayed though. Aco and I left the house early. Went to church, got a urinalysis and a blood test (just in case coz I was getting sick frequently already), and went to eat breakfast at the Pancake House in Binondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pancake House menu front cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SlSOTQoZDgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/547AXeeVE3Y/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SlSOTQoZDgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/547AXeeVE3Y/s320/Image091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356062318383402498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME. I missed home even more. I wanted to cry!!!! Gosh. I felt so miserable. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like those, I wish there were classes everyday. So I wouldn't have to miss home too much. I would be too busy thinking about school. :( Zamboanga, see you in October. I miss you terribly. Three more months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I promised myself that I would start blogging about this 3 days ago...and now it is here. Super delayed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-1923764372427953949?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1923764372427953949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=1923764372427953949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/1923764372427953949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/1923764372427953949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-more-months.html' title='3 More Months...'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SlSOTQoZDgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/547AXeeVE3Y/s72-c/Image091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-685849387442992605</id><published>2009-06-21T11:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:31:03.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am very much blessed. I am blessed with a father like Eduardo "Eddie" Tan Amik. I am forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sj2zMNkh4bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vPYcZJKiTSY/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sj2zMNkh4bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vPYcZJKiTSY/s320/Picture+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349628954768695730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sj2zw8oZIvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2Z89gipmVtw/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sj2zw8oZIvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2Z89gipmVtw/s320/Picture+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349629585876656882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes, that's me. Younger years. I was little, and my dad was fat. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is an amazing man. He may seem scary at first, but when you get to know him, he's a really kooky kind of guy. He likes playing pranks on people (especially his siblings). At his age, he still manages to make his siblings cry. Imagine that! hahaha! Apart from his goofy personality, he is one of the greatest philosophers that I have met. Through my rough times, he was the one who gave me advice. Just advice. He didn't tell me what to do. He gave me his opinions and views, and it was up to me if I was going to take them or not. He never forced me to do anything. But he always reminded me, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever I do or decide, I would have to live with it. Not him. Not my mother. Not my siblings. But me and me alone. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a stubborn daughter. I know that. I'm hard-headed, maldita, lalalala. I know. Everyone knows. While my Mom would reprimand me endlessly, my Dad keeps quiet. It's a Dad's role to usually discipline a child, but my Dad isn't like that. After my Mom would finish reprimanding me, my Dad would approach me and say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't want to hurt you, because I get hurt too." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a very sensitive person. Below the surface, he is very sensitive. He cries more than my mom! Anyway, I just got off the phone with him around 30 minutes ago. I was looking through our old photos together, and I was saddened. He's miles away from me. I miss him knocking on my door everyday and calling me to eat lunch or dinner. Also, him knocking on my door every time our Internet connection was down. Yes, he's a tech-savy dad. hehehe He's actually the one who's into photography. I just harborned his camera for a couple of months. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the                need for a father's protection." -- Sigmund Freud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad would give up anything for his family. He's selfless. He puts his family before himself. It doesn't matter if he doesn't get what he wants, I am talking mostly about material things here. All that matters to him is that his family is satisfied, and healthy. Those simple things would already fill his needs. It makes him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sj22NqzjigI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Xc3YVlSbWGw/s1600-h/DSC-9267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sj22NqzjigI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Xc3YVlSbWGw/s320/DSC-9267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349632278331099650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During my high school graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one last thing. He is my karaoke partner!!! His favorite songs to sing: Puff the Magic Dragon, Top of the World (with me, of course), and Wonderful Tonight (for my Mom.) He influenced me a lot, actually. He made me listen to old country singers like Kenny Rogers, etc. It's also because of him that I'm into photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, thanks for being there for me always. You've always supported me. You are an amazing person. I am very lucky and grateful to have you in my life. I am the person that I am today because of you. I am wiser and mature (Well, I think so. hehe). Thank you for EVERYTHING I am grateful and very proud to have you as my Father. You are one and only. I love you, and I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special Mention:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Dad's father. Angkong. Even though he is no longer with us here on Earth, he will always be in our hearts. Thanks for guiding us, and for keeping us healthy, Angkong. We miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sj22Bx454uI/AAAAAAAAAII/nUsYVwJpuNs/s1600-h/angkong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sj22Bx454uI/AAAAAAAAAII/nUsYVwJpuNs/s320/angkong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349632074074153698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an Angkong's girl. Being his first grandchild, I got everything and anything I wanted. Really spoiled. I think my Dad got his prankster side from Angkong. He used to pull pranks all the time too! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss and love you all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-685849387442992605?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/685849387442992605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=685849387442992605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/685849387442992605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/685849387442992605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day!'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sj2zMNkh4bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vPYcZJKiTSY/s72-c/Picture+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-521771059933249721</id><published>2009-06-20T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:15:04.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a CARROT,an EGG or a COFFEE BEAN?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, one of the Guidance Councilors from UST, went to our classroom and presented this Powerpoint presentation. (Well, it's not a Powerpoint presentation HERE.) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me ask you, are you a Carrot, an EGG or a COFFEE BEAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick one and read on. Don't cheat. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARE YOU A CARROT, AN EGG, OR A COFFEE BEAN?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;       by Mary Sullivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how        things were so hard for her.  She did not know how she was going to make        it and wanted to give up.  She was tired of fighting and struggling.  It        seemed as if as soon as one problem was solved a new one arose.  Her        mother took her to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     The mother filled three pots with water.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     In the first, she placed carrots.&lt;br /&gt;     In the second she placed eggs.&lt;br /&gt;     And the last she placed ground coffee beans.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     She let them sit and boil without saying a word.  About twenty minutes        later, she turned off the burners.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs        out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed        it in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Turning to her daughter, she said, "Tell me what you see."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. (You known the tone of voice.)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     She brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did, and        noted that they felt soft.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     She then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the        shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg inside.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Finally, she asked her to sip the coffee.  The daughter smiled as she        tasted its rich aroma.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     The daughter then asked, "So, what's the point, mother?" (Remember the        tone of voice.)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same        adversity - boiling water - but each reacted differently.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being        subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     The egg had been fragile.  Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid        center. But, after sitting through the boiling water, its insides had        become hardened.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     The ground coffee beans were unique, however.  After they were in the        boiling water...they had changed the water.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     "Which are you?" she asked her daughter.  "When adversity knocks on your&lt;br /&gt;     door, how do you respond?  Are you a carrot , an egg, or a coffee bean?"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Think of this: Which am I?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity, do I wilt&lt;br /&gt;     and become soft and lose my strength?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the        heat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial&lt;br /&gt;     hardship, or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff?  Does my        outer shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a        stiff spirit and a hardened heart?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Or am I like the coffee bean?  The bean actually changes the hot water        - the very circumstances that bring the pain.  When the water gets        hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor of the bean.  If you are like        the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the        situation around you instead of letting it change you.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     When the hours are the darkest and trials are their greatest do you        elevate to another level?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     How do you handle Adversity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ARE YOU A CARROT, AN EGG, OR A COFFEE BEAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-521771059933249721?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/521771059933249721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=521771059933249721' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/521771059933249721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/521771059933249721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-carrotan-egg-or-coffee-bean.html' title='Are you a CARROT,an EGG or a COFFEE BEAN?'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-3815096026282119180</id><published>2009-06-18T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:04:51.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not..I...I..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I called up my siblings this evening. Just to check on how they're doing in school. As usual, my brother is still the same sulky yelling kid, and my sister is still the same shrieking girl. I wonder what they're gonna look like when I go back to Zamboanga in a couple of months..during the last week of October to be more specific. I talked to my Mom for a bit and told her about my school experiences. There's still nothing much to tell...I just told her about my new friends, our building, the curriculum, and asked for money. hahaha! Kidding. OK...not really. I did ask for money, but it's for our really really expensive and thick books. *wink* My mom sent me this picture of my sibs. My brother is older..but it seems like my sister is bigger. hahaha! Giant kid. She's big. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SjpWs3xPX0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uKjVZcnl7TQ/s1600-h/06182009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SjpWs3xPX0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uKjVZcnl7TQ/s400/06182009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348682836340596546" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to send this image to my e-mail via my phone! I didn't bring the cable wire that would allow me to transfer files from my phone to my laptop. Oh well. So, aren't those two stubborn kids adorable?? It's really not the same without them. I don't have kids banging on my door and demanding that they watch Barney on my TV. Or waking me up early the morning. Or crying 'coz they want their yaya. Or calling me to give them their milk. Or asking for help in making their assignments and/or projects. Or to fix the computer 'coz they want to play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Believe it or not. I miss them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-3815096026282119180?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3815096026282119180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=3815096026282119180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/3815096026282119180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/3815096026282119180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/believe-it-or-notii.html' title='Believe it or not..I...I..'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SjpWs3xPX0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/uKjVZcnl7TQ/s72-c/06182009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-4367557796292352322</id><published>2009-06-16T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:42:50.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule for the First Semester</title><content type='html'>Here's my sched! I'm lovin' it :) I hope it's big enough. hehehe Actually,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just click on it to get the BIG view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sjeu7wkEl0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BGdumLQH0qA/s1600-h/sched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 527px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sjeu7wkEl0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BGdumLQH0qA/s400/sched.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347935424197465922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-4367557796292352322?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4367557796292352322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=4367557796292352322' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/4367557796292352322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/4367557796292352322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/schedule-for-first-semester.html' title='Schedule for the First Semester'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sjeu7wkEl0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BGdumLQH0qA/s72-c/sched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-4583484582987064853</id><published>2009-06-16T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:35:49.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home..for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello! Hello! Hello! I am back! I haven't blogged in a while 'coz I didn't have net connection for a few days. I only had limited time whenever I use my Globe Tattoo. It costs me 20 pesos per hour, it's pretty steep, so I try to cut down Internet time as much as possible. I only go online to check up on my social networking sites and clear out my emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. I've been living here at the apartment for about a week now. It's fun. I have 24/7 WiFi connection..FREE ha! Plus, I'm with my two aunts  Abigaelle (Medical Technology) and Ailsa Maye (Architecture) Salazar(but they prefer that I call them my 'cousins' coz we're from the same generation anyway). We go grocery shopping by ourselves. Wash our clothes, cook breakfast, lunch and dinner. We are now independent souls. WOW! hahaha! See, we did it. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SjetRKP_wWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cbglKaFr60s/s1600-h/Picture+0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SjetRKP_wWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cbglKaFr60s/s320/Picture+0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347933592846582114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my classes started this morning. It was fun, but I think I'll have to write about it in a different entry. It's going to be a good entry, 'coz as I've said I had a very good first day! Lots of laughter! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be back when I get photos from my blockmate. I want to post photos too. hehehe. 'Til then, reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-4583484582987064853?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4583484582987064853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=4583484582987064853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/4583484582987064853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/4583484582987064853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/homefor-now.html' title='Home..for now.'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SjetRKP_wWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cbglKaFr60s/s72-c/Picture+0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-1261576014396433716</id><published>2009-06-08T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:04:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left Zamboanga 2 days ago. I just didn't have the heart to blog about my departure. It was too sad. I cried. I hugged everyone at home. I cried when I called my aunts over the phone. I cried. It's sad. I can't help but miss the comforts of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm now here in Manila with my parents. We're living with my Aco for the meantime. Today though, we brought my stuff here at the apartment. This is where I'll be staying when classes begin. It's a good place. I'll post some pics later. I'll have to take photos first. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cut this short. Got to settle down. Will update soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-1261576014396433716?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/1261576014396433716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=1261576014396433716' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/1261576014396433716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/1261576014396433716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-3970635285655810070</id><published>2009-06-01T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:28:17.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June has finally arrived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;June has arrived, and I'm leaving. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, when I got my UST Entrance Exam results, I was ecstatic. I was so happy. The feeling was beyond description! I still remember the moment, actually. It was on January 12, around 10 A.M. or so. The results were posted online. My girlfriends and I visited the site using Jenny's Nokia E51 phone (since we couldn't use the computer lab that time). Since I was the only one who remembered my code from the test, I was the only one who could check my results. The bell already rang. It was time for Math class, but we didn't really care. We were checking our results, and we were always late for that class anyway. Hehe. So, we were climbing the stairs leading to the overpass...I inputted by code and waited for the page to load. Then the page loaded. My heart was racing. I scrolled down...and there it was.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PASSED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(It wasn't in big bold letters. This is just for effect. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't jump. I didn't scream. Instead, I left the phone on the overpass floor and ran to our classroom. That's the funny part. I was so nervous about my results that I forgot we had a substitute teacher for Math class. Unfortunately, we got locked out of the classroom for coming in late. BUT HELL! I didn't care! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I passed! I passed! I passed!&lt;/span&gt; That was all I could think about at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents gave me the go signal...I was overjoyed! I could study outside of Zamboanga. I was excited to go and confirm my slot, and to enroll. But now, after a few months, I already have all the things that I'm bringing to Manila in one corner of my room. I'm taking around 90% of my possessions. hahaha! If I need clothes, I don't need to go to my closet. Coz my clothes sat in that one corner. And now it's June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just have to stuff my things in a bag, or in boxes. And I'm all set to go. Well, I'll be taking my material possessions with me..but a part of me will always be left here in Zamboanga. I grew up here. This is where I became the person that I am today. I can feel the sadness now. I haven't even left, and I miss home already! I will miss Zamboanga. :( But I have to sacrifice certain things in order to get what I want now. That's life. You can't have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is the first day of June. I'm gonna make my remaining days here count. I'll be outta here on the 5th..and frankly, I'm not so excited anymore. I'm excited, and scared at the same time. I guess it's normal. I hope it gets better. Still, nothing changes that fact that leaving is sad...but it has to be done. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-3970635285655810070?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3970635285655810070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=3970635285655810070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/3970635285655810070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/3970635285655810070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-has-finally-arrived.html' title='June has finally arrived.'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-5932376461980928923</id><published>2009-06-01T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:01:14.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV Best Kiss 2009 goes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4EI4-EHnGY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4EI4-EHnGY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't kiss! All the winners of this award kiss on stage! Hmpf. Anyway, Rob was really about to kiss the lady. But Kristen backed out in the last minute. Scripted much. hahaha! Still lovin' Rob's accent. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-5932376461980928923?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5932376461980928923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=5932376461980928923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5932376461980928923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5932376461980928923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/mtv-best-kiss-2009-goes-to.html' title='MTV Best Kiss 2009 goes to...'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-3786808663084123579</id><published>2009-06-01T11:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:23:36.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW MOON TRAILER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="140"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hz2VYBREPLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hz2VYBREPLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="140"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait! I'm feeling all giddy again! Movie will be out in November! Watch it! EEK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...relaxed. Bella's acting improved. Edward is still....awwwwww. Jacob did gain more weight! He looks awesome! How he transformed into a wolf was so cool! I hope the movie will be as good as the book. As heartbreaking. *sniff* New Moon is my favorite book among the four books in the series. And the Twilight movie did disappoint a little. So, I hope this time it'll be better. WATCH IT! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-3786808663084123579?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/3786808663084123579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=3786808663084123579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/3786808663084123579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/3786808663084123579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon-trailer.html' title='NEW MOON TRAILER!'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-7116879577808781843</id><published>2009-05-28T21:37:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:04:56.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The OLD Nickelodeon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love watching television. That's a fact. Back during my early elementary days, I didn't watch Cartoon Network. I didn't watch Disney Channel (because we didn't have that on our cable, so I had no idea it even existed.) I watched Nickelodeon. I loved that TV Station. Nickelodeon was on Channel 38 on our crappy cable back then. I grew up watching Nickelodeon. But then, after a few joyous years, I stopped. Why? Well, the shows changed. The shows that I loved got canned, and no longer aired. A new generation of shows started swomping in...and I wasn't a fan of those shows. I stopped watching Nickelodeon. In my opinion, the old Nick Shows were better. Here are some of my faves. (Wow, I had a lot of favorite shows! I have a feeling this is going to be a loooooooooong entry.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6V7vksR-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/MHbzK9vOkqA/s1600-h/nickelodeon_logo_240_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6V7vksR-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/MHbzK9vOkqA/s320/nickelodeon_logo_240_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340871061723170786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Nickelodeon Logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one commercial portion wherein they asked random kids to spell Nickelodeon. I tried spelling the word on my own, but I couldn't. The one kid got it right, so I learned from him (it was a him, I think). I learned to spell a new word!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; NICKELODEON! Nick-nick-nick-ni-nick-nick-nick-nickelodeon!&lt;/span&gt; See, who told you you watching TV is a total waste of time? No it is not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving on. My favorite shows from the Old Nickelodeon. Every weekday, after I eat my breakfast (Yes, I ate breakfast back then) and after my bath, my Mom would turn on the T.V. and let me watch two of my favorite shows back then. Yeah, I woke up early in the morning so I could watch TV. Hehe. Anyway, the morning shows were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rugrats&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Arnold! &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6Y5y1G-DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6vcfjSOLQjs/s1600-h/rugrats.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6Y5y1G-DI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6vcfjSOLQjs/s320/rugrats.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340874326772480050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rugrats&lt;/span&gt;. Talking babies. Come on, they were cute and I found them! I loved bald-headed Tommy, the naughty twins Phil and Lil, fearful Chuckie and even the evil Angelica!!! Plus, they were babies..and they could speak (to each other at least). They may have mispronounced a lot of words, and did really gross stuff...but that was what I loved about the show! It was light and funny. And very entertaining, for the young version of me at least. There was never one boring episode. Oh, one word I remember: the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "compooper"&lt;/span&gt;. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6bCiRE6_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/d9fdouoIZCA/s1600-h/hey-arnold-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6bCiRE6_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/d9fdouoIZCA/s200/hey-arnold-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340876675968461810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Arnold!&lt;/span&gt; From babies to 4th grade kids. I still remember most of the characters...Arnold the Football Headed boy. Helga Pataki the Meanie, Gerald Johanssen the black kid with the really tall hair (sort of like Marge Simpson's hair). The minor characters like the Clumsy Eugene, Rich GirlRonda,  Helga's best friend Phoebe and fat wait...what's his name...crap. I forgot the fat kid's name. Anyway, Arnold lives with his grandparents, because his parents died in a plane crash when he was still a baby. Arnold is basically a nice kid, but sometimes people take him for granted. Oh, and Helga has a huge crush on him. She carries this locket around which has Arnold's picture on it and kisses it every time Arnold passes by. Of course, she is mean to Arnold to cover-up her true feelings. She used to punch this kid all the time. I forgot his name too. OH!! The Fat Kid's name is Harold! Fat Harold, and Chocolate Boy. The boy who loves chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6ilXPjknI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1UOAy8iER18/s1600-h/bluespic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6ilXPjknI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1UOAy8iER18/s200/bluespic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884970886107762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then during lunch breaks, my Mom would pick me up from school. I would eat my lunch in the car. When I'd get home, I'd change into another set of uniforms and watch...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue's Clues&lt;/span&gt;! Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper. Their baby Pepprica. Mailbox. The Handy Dandy Notebook. Thinking Chair. Magenta (Magenta is a boy!), Blue (Blue is a girl!), and that mean green puppy. Of course, I liked Steve better. But then apparently he "went off to college", so his brother Joe took over. I didn't like him. He was annoying, and a bad singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the shows after school and on weekends. I watch TV after I studied, and did my homework of course. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6eRx03i5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RBmVmWpCEEI/s1600-h/AllThatLogo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6eRx03i5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RBmVmWpCEEI/s320/AllThatLogo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340880236378033042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THAT&lt;/span&gt;. ALL THAT! ALL THAT was awesome!!! The cast were composed of natural comedians and commediens, the script and scenes were hilarious! I am talking of the old All That. Do you remember Kenan? Kel? Lori Beth? the little girl who is now Amanda Bynes? All of them? The part where Lori Beth was a news reporter...Amanda's Ask Ashley...the end where there would be musical guests. And the cast would say, "it's ALLLLL THAT!" Also, I loved their credits at the beginning...when the cast were jumping while being introduced. Anyway, the later seasons of this show was just plain boring and dull. It wasn't funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6fbvyEW_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7B0Xt8B4e-U/s1600-h/kenanandkel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6fbvyEW_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7B0Xt8B4e-U/s320/kenanandkel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340881507139738610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who loves orange soda? K-K-K K-Kel loves orange soda. Is it true? Mm-hmm! I do, I do, I do-Ooh!"&lt;/span&gt; Sound familiar? Yeap! It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenan and Kel&lt;/span&gt;! Kenan and Kel were two stars of the hilarious All That show, and they kept the audience laughing in their own show. In the Kenan and Kel show, the best friends would be in crazy, but hilarious situations. I will never forget how Kel professes his love for orange soda, and how he would get free orange soda from the grocery store where Kenan worked. I still remember the mananer's name. Chris Potter. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the shows that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; to watch everyday. Of course, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liked&lt;/span&gt; other shows too..such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6g72k9Q7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eEO57rj4pps/s1600-h/RocketPower_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6g72k9Q7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eEO57rj4pps/s200/RocketPower_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340883158231237554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocket Power&lt;/span&gt;! Believe me, I wanted to learn how to skate and surf because of this show. Tsk. And to live in a house shaped like a boat. Well, half of a boat.  I just thought they lived a really, really, cool life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6jP5TL9AI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_0mg9GX6TZA/s1600-h/are.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6jP5TL9AI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_0mg9GX6TZA/s200/are.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340885701582648322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like shows that have morals. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are You Afraid of the Dark?&lt;/span&gt; is a show that have morals to share with the viewers. A group of kids sit around a campfire and share scary stories. There stories weren't soooooo scary, but some did creep me out. I was a kid. Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6kRs7FBTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/K4bHPGpnLHA/s1600-h/wild-thornberrys-group-4900790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6kRs7FBTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/K4bHPGpnLHA/s320/wild-thornberrys-group-4900790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886832131671346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wild Thornberrys!&lt;/span&gt; Ok, when I watched this show. I wanted to travel around the world and live in a "Combie" too. That's what the family called their car that could transform into a boat, and had really cool weapons in case of dangerous situations. Eliza, the girl who could talk to animals had her annoying moments, but I liked her still. Debbie, the big sister was...everything a big sister should be like! hahaha! Well, no. She didn't really care about anything other than herself. Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Thornberry were pretty entertaining. I liked Darwin the Chipanzee and the jungle boy kid...I forgot his name. Oh, Donny!!! I think I mispelled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6k7vXTq5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3XpGODeqeaQ/s1600-h/cousin-skeeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6k7vXTq5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3XpGODeqeaQ/s320/cousin-skeeter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887554341448594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skeeter&lt;/span&gt;. AAAAAHHH, Cousin Skeeter. The puppet who ate, drank, talked, danced, sung, write, read...everything. The show was enternating. I liked the characters. I forgot the two lead human character's names though, but still. The show was good. Skeeter was funny, and I liked their theme song! But...I don't remember how it goes anymore. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't all about the cartoons and comedy shows. I watched those action/game shows too! Like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Figure it Out&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Legends of the Hidden Temple&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guts&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6lkJguyII/AAAAAAAAAHA/RXlQHJ2a8no/s1600-h/figureout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6lkJguyII/AAAAAAAAAHA/RXlQHJ2a8no/s320/figureout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888248555063426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Figure it Out&lt;/span&gt;! It made my brain work. I tried to figure out the words too. Using all the clues and everything. The contestants were usually stars from All That, so I watched it. The host was pretty cool too. Also, at the end of the show, they would have these people who had absurd talents. One kid cried milk! MILK! :-&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6mG1f_euI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-nlp4SmmZ30/s1600-h/LegendsTitlecard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6mG1f_euI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-nlp4SmmZ30/s320/LegendsTitlecard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888844478675682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Legends of the Hidden Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6mgYuxZjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JrlUfPQ9pBc/s1600-h/guts_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6mgYuxZjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JrlUfPQ9pBc/s200/guts_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340889283432638002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were shows that I didn't like at all. At my age, I already thougt they were stupid! No offense to the fans though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6nU6i40wI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gpmpNc8r5Qg/s1600-h/rocko3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6nU6i40wI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gpmpNc8r5Qg/s200/rocko3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340890185862796034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocko's Modern Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I disliked Catdog and AAHH Real Monsters too. tsk tsk. I didn't bother google-ing for the pictures. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these brought back a lot of memories. Reminded me how much I loved these shows. Okay, I'm gonna stop now. My fingers hurt. My back hurt. My eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-7116879577808781843?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7116879577808781843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=7116879577808781843' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/7116879577808781843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/7116879577808781843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-nickelodeon.html' title='The OLD Nickelodeon'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sh6V7vksR-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/MHbzK9vOkqA/s72-c/nickelodeon_logo_240_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-751516588766247983</id><published>2009-05-27T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:54:15.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quiz about Me LOL</title><content type='html'>I got this thing from Facebook. I love answering stuff like this. One of the few things I'm patient about. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last beverage&lt;/span&gt; = Iced tea...came with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last phone call&lt;/span&gt; = call from Dad. He phoned me to go down and eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; last text message&lt;/span&gt; = from Anthony. His theory about why my dad doesn't eat pork.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last song you listened to&lt;/span&gt; = Forever with You by Portrait&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last time you cried&lt;/span&gt; = Last night. I was watching the season finale of Grey's Anatomy. Izzie and George died. I feel so sad for Alex...and the rest of the group! I was crying! Real tears! *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dated someone twice&lt;/span&gt; = Nope.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been cheated on&lt;/span&gt; = Yep.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it&lt;/span&gt; = Nope.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost someone special&lt;/span&gt; = Of course. Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been depressed &lt;/span&gt;= A little bit...&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been drunk and threw up&lt;/span&gt; = Nope. It would be okay though. Just for experience. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;12. Red&lt;br /&gt;13. Black&lt;br /&gt;14. Blue (this used to be my number one favorite color! But then...I met red!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made a new friend&lt;/span&gt; = Yes. I hope to make new ones too when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallen out of love&lt;/span&gt; = Yes. It's the saddest thing.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughed until you cried&lt;/span&gt; = When I'm with my girlfriends. I miss them. :(&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met someone who changed you&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah. I'm lucky, really.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found out who your true friends were&lt;/span&gt; = Yes! Another lucky event in my good life.&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found out someone was talking about you&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissed anyone on your fb friend's list&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL:&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life&lt;/span&gt; = like..95% of it.&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any pets&lt;/span&gt; = No. I'm not a fan of animals.&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you want to change your name &lt;/span&gt;= Nope.&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. What did you do for your last birthday&lt;/span&gt; = dinner with friends and had coffee after. Good people. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What time did you wake up today&lt;/span&gt; = 11:12 A.M. Exact time! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;28.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What were you doing at midnight last night&lt;/span&gt;= watching Grey's Anatomy, and bawling my eyes out!&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name something you CANNOT wait for&lt;/span&gt; = Since I'm still hung up on Grey's..then..Grey's Anatomy Season 6!&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you saw your Mother&lt;/span&gt; = like..20 minutes ago. She sleeps in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is one thing you wish you could change about your life&lt;/span&gt; = Nothing, really. I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you listening to right now &lt;/span&gt;= All in My Head by Nick Lachey. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satellites...blasting through the universe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever talked to a person named Tom&lt;/span&gt; =Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's getting on your nerves right now&lt;/span&gt; = Uhm..nothing. I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most visited webpage&lt;/span&gt; = Facebook, Multiply, Plurk, Twitter&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicknames&lt;/span&gt; = Angel, Ange, Ge, GeGe, Amik&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationship Status&lt;/span&gt; = Single :P&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zodiac sign&lt;/span&gt; = Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male or female?&lt;/span&gt; = Female&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elementary? &lt;/span&gt;= Zamboanga Chong Hua High School&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Middle School&lt;/span&gt; =  Zamboanga Chong Hua High School&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High school/College&lt;/span&gt; = Zamboanga Chong Hua High School/ University of Santo Tomas&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair colour &lt;/span&gt;= Black&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long or short&lt;/span&gt; = Long&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt; = 5'1"&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you like about yourself?&lt;/span&gt; = I'm real. No fake.&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piercings&lt;/span&gt; = Ears.&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tattoos&lt;/span&gt; = No permanent one..I got a Henna tattoo over the summer though.&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Righty or lefty&lt;/span&gt;= Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;52.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; First surgery&lt;/span&gt; = No. I haven't been sliced open yet. haha&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First piercing&lt;/span&gt; = Ears.&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First best friend&lt;/span&gt; = Paula, I think. Way back in grade..3 or 4?&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First sport you joined&lt;/span&gt; = Badminton.&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First vacation&lt;/span&gt; = Zamboanga to Manila.&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First pair of trainers &lt;/span&gt;= None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eating&lt;/span&gt; = I'm not eating anything.&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drinking &lt;/span&gt;= I'm not drinking anything.&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm about to&lt;/span&gt; = answer the next question. haha!&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to&lt;/span&gt; = the characters speak in How I Met Your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting on&lt;/span&gt; = the world to Change...it's a John Mayer song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Want kids?&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah. I want my first baby to be a boy. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Married?&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Career?&lt;/span&gt; = Maybe in the medical field...or law. A small business like a coffee shop would be good too. I love coffee shops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lips or eyes&lt;/span&gt;= Eyes. Windows to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugs or kisses&lt;/span&gt;= Hugs. I'm huggable. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shorter or taller&lt;/span&gt;= Taller.&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Older or Younger&lt;/span&gt; = Older. Not so old..like maybe only a couple of months gap.&lt;br /&gt;71.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Romantic or spontaneous &lt;/span&gt;= A little bit of both. I'm romantic, and I love surprises!&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice stomach or nice arms&lt;/span&gt; = Nice arms? There's such thing as a nice stomach? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sensitive or loud&lt;/span&gt; = Sensitive. But not too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hook-up or relationship&lt;/span&gt; = Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trouble maker or hesitant&lt;/span&gt; = Trouble Maker. Where's the fun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kissed a stranger &lt;/span&gt;= Nope.&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drank hard liquor &lt;/span&gt;= Yes.&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost glasses/contacts&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah. I lost one of contacts, and I didn't even notice!&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex on first date&lt;/span&gt; = Nope.&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken someone's heart&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah, I guess. 8-|&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had your own heart broken&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been arrested&lt;/span&gt; = No. Imagine my parents' reaction! hahaha! The HORROR!&lt;br /&gt;83.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Turned someone down &lt;/span&gt;= Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cried when someone died&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallen for a friend?&lt;/span&gt; = Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yourself &lt;/span&gt;= Yes. I do. Very much. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miracles&lt;/span&gt; = Miracles happen once in a while...when you believeeee!&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love at first sight&lt;/span&gt; = No.&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt; = Yes.&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah..when I was...6 or 7.&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss on the first date&lt;/span&gt; =  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels&lt;/span&gt; = Yeah. An Angel is answering this! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;93.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Had more than one bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt; = Truthfully you say...then no.&lt;br /&gt;95.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Did you sing today?&lt;/span&gt; = Yes. I sing everyday! I'm a wanna-be singer!&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever cheated on somebody? &lt;/span&gt;= Nope. That's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could go back in time, how far would you go, and why?&lt;/span&gt; = I won't. If I would go back and change something, then I wouldn't be the person I am today. I wouldn't have the life that I love today.&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; = Christmas day with my family.&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;/span&gt; = Nope.&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posting this as 100 truths?&lt;/span&gt; = No. 100 truths sounds lame. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-751516588766247983?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/751516588766247983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=751516588766247983' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/751516588766247983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/751516588766247983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-quiz-about-me-lol.html' title='Another Quiz about Me LOL'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-4634196072591384614</id><published>2009-05-21T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:37:29.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially a Growling Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GO USTE! I am officially a GROWLING TIGER! ROAR!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got home around 30 minutes ago. I'm drained, I'm sleepy, and yet I'm still blogging! Oh, and I'm finally enrolled!!! I am officially a college student! Going to a university, not having straight classes, having "professors" and P.E.! hahaha! Yes, our high school didn't offer P.E. classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early...slept only for 6 hours? Yeah, around 6 hours. I spent 2 hours in bed...just staring at the ceiling, and waiting for people's replies. I didn't take my breakfast, because we had to leave early. I went to enroll with 6 hours worth of rest, and an empty tummy. Fortunately, the enrollment procedure was very convenient and easy to follow. I didn't have to sweat much (Euw, I know!) UST's College of Science didn't want their Freshies to suffer. So, they didn't set up enrollment stations outside. It was all inside the buildings. No falling in line under the heat of the sun, which means--no sweating like a faucet. I got my section, my schedule, went to choose my P.E., paid the stuff that needed to be paid, went to get my I.D. photo taken (I didn't look so haggard! Just a bit!), and went to fit and buy my all-white-oh-no!-what-if-I'm-having-my-period uniform. P.E. uniform will be available with the P.E. profs. Ok--so I didn't get my first choice for P.E. (which is arnis), but at least I got a good class schedule, and I got my second choice for P.E. (which is softball). Yes, other people prefer to stay indoors, but I--the ever-so-hard-headed-Angelica, prefer to stay outdoors. Why choose these P.E. classes? Well, I'm in a new city. In a new school. I want to experience new things! Enjoy life while you're young...and beautiful! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to type my class sched...but then I'll just post a picture of it tomorrow. No more energy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN--I'M A COLLEGE STUDENT! YEHEY!!! CHEERS FOR MEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-4634196072591384614?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4634196072591384614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=4634196072591384614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/4634196072591384614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/4634196072591384614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/05/officially-growling-tiger.html' title='Officially a Growling Tiger'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-5098684035434732910</id><published>2009-05-20T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:56:04.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog--Away from Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't blogged in ages. Ages--my BFF loves that word. He got in from the Potter books. This is my first blog away from home. :( Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, it's been about a week since I posted something new. Well, update: This is my first blog out of the comfort of my own room, and not using my own fast DSL Internet connection. Instead, I'm using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Globe Broadband Tattoo&lt;/span&gt; and I'm at my Aco's place here in Manila! Tattoo--it's a portable USB internet thing, it's pretty useful and surprisingly speedy too. It costs me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5php/15 minutes&lt;/span&gt;. I've still got extra load left, so yay! More net time for me. \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I got here (Manila) yesterday, around 6:30 P.M. I took the afternoon flight (via Ceb Pac). It wasn't a pleasant flight. Turbulence was present throughout the flight--it was raining cats and dogs! The kid who sat beside me was cute though. I gave him one of my doughnut. Hehe. But the kid who sat across us was crying throughout the flight! Apparently, her ears hurt..so I can't blame her. The flight was horrible, remember? Well, okay..there were good stuff too. Since I booked my ticket online, I got to reserve a seat. Seat 4A. Window seat. Favorite spot...but I couldn't enjoy the view since it was cloudy..raining...cloudy...raining..boring. I couldn't go to sleep (though I really wanted to), so I blasted music with my iPod instead. I honestly do not know what to do without my iPod and my phone. I'd die--really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow I'll be enrolling. I will be an official Growling Tiger! (Words of my BFF again). I'm excited...but I hope my schedule won't suck, and I hope I'd get the P.E. course that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok--phone just rang. Gotta go have lunch. Have a good day, reader. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. yeah, this blog pretty sucked. Just typing whatever the voice in my head is saying. Hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-5098684035434732910?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5098684035434732910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=5098684035434732910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5098684035434732910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5098684035434732910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-blog-away-from-home.html' title='First Blog--Away from Home'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-8990153797923881614</id><published>2009-05-10T12:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:57:31.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mom's Day :)</title><content type='html'>It's May 10, 2009. Sunday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would not be here without my ever wonderful Momma Marichu. :P Thanks for everything, Ma. I'm sorry for all the headaches I've given to you, but I'm a growing kid. I make mistakes, but I'm learning. I'll make you proud, Ma. :) I love you always. No one else comes close to you. &lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dedicate this song to my Mama. And to all the mothers out there. :) Also, I dedicate this to my ever supportive Aunts. Aco Emy, Diko LenLen, Beko NorNor, Achim Judith. And my Ammah! :) They have always been a mother figure to me. Ever since I was that spoiled little girl. :P Love you guys!  Plus, to my teachers in school who never gave up on us :P  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SgZhtBGJNEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bxp6_XNAJ58/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SgZhtBGJNEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bxp6_XNAJ58/s320/mother.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334058234683143234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SgZiMJMQm9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iK-OUOzy9Nk/s1600-h/diko.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SgZiMJMQm9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iK-OUOzy9Nk/s320/diko.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334058769432222674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diko and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SgZjMKDV_rI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lo7ajW3Y8I0/s1600-h/dkobeko.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=hDQZK8UTur" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=hDQZK8UTur" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=hDQZK8UTur" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=hDQZK8UTur" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/hDQZK8UTur/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/kyrose/music/3vZRNW4W/backstreet-boys-the-perfect-fan/"&gt;The Perfect Fan - Backstreet Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to know what is love&lt;br /&gt;It's not the big things,but the little things&lt;br /&gt;That can mean enough&lt;br /&gt;A lot of prayers to get me through&lt;br /&gt;And there is never a day that passes by&lt;br /&gt;I don't think of you&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me ang guiding me&lt;br /&gt;Always to succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me&lt;br /&gt;When I was young just how to grow&lt;br /&gt;You showed me&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I should know&lt;br /&gt;You showed me&lt;br /&gt;Just how to walk without your hands&lt;br /&gt;'Cause mom you always were&lt;br /&gt;The perfect fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so good&lt;br /&gt;Blessing me with a family&lt;br /&gt;Who did all they could&lt;br /&gt;And I've had many years of grace&lt;br /&gt;And it flatters me when I see&lt;br /&gt;A smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you for what you've done&lt;br /&gt;In hopes I can give back to you&lt;br /&gt;And be the perfect son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me&lt;br /&gt;When i was young just how to grow&lt;br /&gt;You showed me&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I should know&lt;br /&gt;You showed me&lt;br /&gt;Just how to walk without your hands&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Mom you always were&lt;br /&gt;The perfect fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how to love(you showed me how to love)&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how to care(you showed me how to care)&lt;br /&gt;You showed me that(always be there)&lt;br /&gt;You would always be there&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you for that time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud to say you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me(you showed me)&lt;br /&gt;When I was just how to grow&lt;br /&gt;You showed me&lt;br /&gt;Everything that i should know&lt;br /&gt;You showed me&lt;br /&gt;Just how to walk without your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause mom you always were,&lt;br /&gt;Mom you always were&lt;br /&gt;Mom you always were&lt;br /&gt;You know you always were&lt;br /&gt;'Cause mom you always were...&lt;br /&gt;The perfect fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mom. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-8990153797923881614?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/8990153797923881614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=8990153797923881614' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/8990153797923881614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/8990153797923881614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-moms-day.html' title='Happy Mom&apos;s Day :)'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SgZhtBGJNEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bxp6_XNAJ58/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-2092653518739176402</id><published>2009-05-10T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:23:19.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Know You - Miley Cyrus feat. David Archuleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I do not like Miley Cyrus. No offense to the fans. I'm just not fond of her. She sounded horrible in Just Stand Up (the song for cancer), her single Fly on the Wall and The Climb were...uhm..let's just say neither is on my player. :) Anyway, I listened to her duet with the Idol Runner-Up David Archuleta, and it was good. Surprisingly good. A cute song, actually.  They sound pretty good together! It's called I Wanna Know You. Here's the video and a link for you to download the mp3 version. Enjoy! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO (Archuleta's acting! hahaha!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UQ2eKiicz8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UQ2eKiicz8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?nmuzjgzyjmm"&gt;CLICK FOR MP3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-2092653518739176402?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2092653518739176402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=2092653518739176402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/2092653518739176402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/2092653518739176402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-know-you-miley-cyrus-feat-david.html' title='I Wanna Know You - Miley Cyrus feat. David Archuleta'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-43384834160673831</id><published>2009-04-26T00:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:32:39.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of the Morning Pt. 2 (Bublé Madness!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have good news! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It wouldn't really affect anybody, but it's good news for me. Hey, it's my blog :P)&lt;/span&gt; What's the news? Sleeping isn't so difficult anymore. I just text/chat in the dark 'til my eyes burn, and I'm off to bed. I sleep around 2 now. That's an hour earlier than last week! PROGRESS, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, songs for tonight are all from the oh-so-sexy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Bublé's&lt;/span&gt; album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call Me Irresponsible&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swoon&lt;/span&gt; over his voice. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own &lt;/span&gt;his album!! How did I get it? Well...you guessed it right! I downloaded it. Hehe. *wink* If I were his wife &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dream on, i know 8-| )&lt;/span&gt;, I would make him sing to me every single night! :"&gt; His voice is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SfNIYtZpTsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7UEi2ulyHIc/s1600-h/michael_buble-call_me_irresponsible_%28special_edition%29-2007-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SfNIYtZpTsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7UEi2ulyHIc/s200/michael_buble-call_me_irresponsible_%28special_edition%29-2007-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328682373450649282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Call Me Irresponsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(album cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doesn't he look dashing? ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the three &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(plus one for Bublé!)&lt;/span&gt; songs: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Way You Look Tonight &lt;/span&gt;(it's not his original song, but I'm in love with his rendition), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L O V E&lt;/span&gt; (the singer himself is LOVE)! &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qON5MMCbt2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qON5MMCbt2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every minute of my everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,&lt;br /&gt;And you know that's what our love can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Zjee9-6zBc/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Zjee9-6zBc/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; It touches my foolish heart.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Shows that the little things that you notice causes your heart to skip a beat..as long as you deeply care for that certain person.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/C3xqR6rFKW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/C3xqR6rFKW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; 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is for the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; is for the only one I see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; is very, very extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; is even more than anyone that you adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my heart but please don't break it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reader, please enjoy! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-43384834160673831?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/43384834160673831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=43384834160673831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/43384834160673831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/43384834160673831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/songs-of-morning-pt-2-buble-madness.html' title='Songs of the Morning Pt. 2 (Bublé Madness!!!)'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SfNIYtZpTsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7UEi2ulyHIc/s72-c/michael_buble-call_me_irresponsible_%28special_edition%29-2007-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-6250254245298538493</id><published>2009-04-22T01:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:21:45.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm. I can't sleep. :( This has been my problem for a couple of days now...Weeks, actually. I go to bed around 3 A.M. Why do I do for all my waking hours? I don't know. Time just flies by. Anyway, I can't do anything. So, instead of doing absolutely nothing and rotting here, I'd want to share what I've been listening to. I'm a music freak, yes. :) So, I've been listening to Bryan Adams' Everything I Do (I Do for You) since Anoop Desai sang it on American Idol for Movie Week (He was awesome!!!). Also, Gavin DeGraw just released his album--it's called Free. And I got it for FREE! (thanks to &lt;a href="http://jonwire.blogspot.com/"&gt;JonWire&lt;/a&gt;. You can download lots of cool and up-to-date songs here, just give 'em credit.). hehehe. I got no money to buy the actual albums, so I do what I do best! I download them all! NYAHAHAHA! That's supposed to be an evil laugh. &gt;:) Anyway, here are Imeem versions of the song. I couldn't find good YouTube videos, and Daily Motion and Veoh wouldn't let me view the videos because "it's not available in your country". Yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! My favorite part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Search your heart--search your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And when you find me there, you'll search no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yeah, I know it's an old song..but it doesn't matter. It's such a sweet song. :"&gt; Someone sing me this song. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OoPzCinWa1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OoPzCinWa1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=OoPzCinWa1" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=OoPzCinWa1" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=OoPzCinWa1" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=OoPzCinWa1" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/OoPzCinWa1/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/HImR7CY/music/_LZAoSwr/bryan-adams-everything-i-do/"&gt;Everything I Do - Bryan Adams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOSUDwV57hY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOSUDwV57hY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I found a good one of Glass on Youtube, and none on Imeem. Sorry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-6250254245298538493?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/6250254245298538493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=6250254245298538493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/6250254245298538493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/6250254245298538493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/songs-of-morning.html' title='Songs of the Morning'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-5154696623782725204</id><published>2009-04-18T00:51:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:32:59.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Pirate &amp; Crying Snow White</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We attended a kiddie's costume party. The longest kiddie's party I've ever been to. The wedding receptions that were held at the same location as the kiddie's party already ended...but the kiddie's party still continued. I think they played parlor games for 2 hours. Boring..for me. I guess my sibs enjoyed..or not. Take a look at these photos. :)) Oh, btw, it was a costume party. Brother dressed up as a Pirate (he had this sword that had lights and sound effects...kinda like a Jedi's lightsaber!) and Sister went as Snow White (Dad's choice of the Disney Princess). He has a thing for Snow White. :-?? I think they just decided to make costumes yesterday...rushed costumes. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amikangel.multiply.com/photos/album/92/Pirate_and_Snow_White"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CLICK FOR MORE PHOTOS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shobe Maxime "Snow White"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei25qUEkOI/AAAAAAAAADA/Jzj9F9G1QXc/s1600-h/DSC_9997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei25qUEkOI/AAAAAAAAADA/Jzj9F9G1QXc/s200/DSC_9997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325707661092884706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoti Edward "Pirate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei3LanVVTI/AAAAAAAAADI/fnoIu2hb44U/s1600-h/DSC_9987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei3LanVVTI/AAAAAAAAADI/fnoIu2hb44U/s200/DSC_9987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325707966116353330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going pretty well. Kids were playing. Then Shoti's lightsaber/sword got busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei35XdlqBI/AAAAAAAAADY/CTgw0TiKO14/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei35XdlqBI/AAAAAAAAADY/CTgw0TiKO14/s200/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325708755544156178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is him getting rid of the batteries. He actually blamed our Mom, coz she didn't get him new batteries. According to him he asked for new batteries before we left. HE IS SO DEMANDING. HE IS SO CUTE. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoti: Nah! I don't like this anymore. (Hands the toy over to Shobe) Shobe, yours na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, ain't he? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei44-9LOlI/AAAAAAAAADo/HXf0lVyK__U/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei44-9LOlI/AAAAAAAAADo/HXf0lVyK__U/s200/DSC_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325709848477383250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like they're having FUN, right??? hahaha. I think they were starving already. I know I was. They were all jolly again when they were fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei5RfHhyEI/AAAAAAAAADw/5JPwxam5wMI/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei5RfHhyEI/AAAAAAAAADw/5JPwxam5wMI/s200/DSC_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325710269427599426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Shoti, smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoti: I don't like. (He sulks a lot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shobe: Smile na, Ahia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoti: OK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Smiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Look at the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei5wBcOXmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oVw6YL-Y-b8/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei5wBcOXmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oVw6YL-Y-b8/s200/DSC_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325710794037288546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the moment we've all been waiting for...sister started to cry!!! She was tired. So she cried. She didn't even want to fall in line to get the goodies that the hosts were giving out. Yeah, well, I did that for her. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei723f024I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZknG1_-XdCg/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei723f024I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZknG1_-XdCg/s200/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713110650379138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother hating the crown that the hosts made him put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei8v9tn4GI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KbzMkoc2-5I/s1600-h/DSC-0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei8v9tn4GI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KbzMkoc2-5I/s200/DSC-0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325714091571404898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Spidey! See my swordy?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, He didn't say that. I did. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching kids playing for 2 hours, we finally went home. My sister was crying, and my brother was irritated because my sister was crying. FUN. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-5154696623782725204?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/5154696623782725204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=5154696623782725204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5154696623782725204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/5154696623782725204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/jedi-pirate-crying-snow-white.html' title='Jedi Pirate &amp;amp; Crying Snow White'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sei25qUEkOI/AAAAAAAAADA/Jzj9F9G1QXc/s72-c/DSC_9997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-4374009639781401646</id><published>2009-04-13T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:16:56.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Person in Mind Survey</title><content type='html'>Think of one person which is your friend. Base your answers on that person. No changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Is he/she your contact on multiply?&lt;br /&gt;- YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Why did you pick him/her as your person?&lt;br /&gt;- He's usually the first person I text every day. Oh, and I make sure to chat/text with him every single day. I actually get worried whenever I don't hear from him. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Where and when did you first meet?&lt;br /&gt;- I dunno when. School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) What song reminds you of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- LOTS. oh my gosh, lots and lots of songs! But since I have to chose one...it would be the merpeople song from Harry Potter! hahaha! If you want a more popular song...hmm..Insomnia by Craig David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Why?&lt;br /&gt;- Merpeople Song--he has the lyrics inscribed on his brains. He loves the annoying song. Insomnia..because this was our dance song for the Grad Ball presentation, and he was our choreographer a.k.a. Germond-but-only-cheaper! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Is he/she tall or short?&lt;br /&gt;- Tall :( unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Does he/she sing nice?&lt;br /&gt;- Honestly, no. He does not have a good singing voice. hahaha! =)) But sure, if you want a good laugh..let him sing. hahaha I am mean. I'm sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Does he/she have a look-alike celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;- Do Alvin and the Chipmunks count??? If so, YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Have you seen him/her mad?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Smile?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Cry?&lt;br /&gt;- UNFORTUNATELY, NO :(( NO :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) What's his/her favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;- He's tragon. He eats...A LOT. He likes sweets. Pastries, chocolates, stuff like that. Actually, he eats anything..except fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Did he/she ever make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (about college) Everything will change na noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him: Yes. Don't worry. Change is normal. But I'll always be your BFF-AIF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (crying a river in front of the computer. Pathetic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Did you ever make him/her cry?&lt;br /&gt;- No. NOT YET. Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) What's his/her favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;- As of now? He has a new favorite song every hour!!! As of now, I guess it's...Get Ready - Danny Gokey. But I dunno, as I've said, it changes every hour. Or maybe half an hour...he's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) What do you call him/her and what  does he/she calll you?&lt;br /&gt;- I call him Dude or BFF. He calls me AIF or Dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Message for him/her:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey dude. :) See. I answer fast. Anyway, see you in school. hahaha! Man pansin bo kumigo or else bakecha yo kombo. hahahaha Arnis pa man yo! I will habol you with those arnis sticks! Pensa mga hente...hysterical yo..so, hindi yalang. Man tampo yalang yo kunikaw forever. hahaha Maskin loka yo dude, I'm still happy that we're BFF-AIF. &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..do you know who I'm talking about? You'd get a prize if you answer!!! Buzz me for your prize. Seriously. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-4374009639781401646?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/4374009639781401646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=4374009639781401646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/4374009639781401646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/4374009639781401646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-person-in-mind-survey.html' title='One Person in Mind Survey'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-6448423817976160978</id><published>2009-04-11T14:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:47:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kid's Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SeA7HjcLyNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QRUcQTaNFME/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SeA7HjcLyNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QRUcQTaNFME/s200/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323319760510503122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My brother and I recently had a very interesting...yet short...conversation. Last night, I went over to my parents' bedroom and found my 7 year-old brother writing something on a piece of paper. Apparently, he was writing his English and Chinese names (I dunno why though). So anyway, I sat beside him and looked at his massive penmanship. He's seven--still learning to write legibly. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just trying to annoy him, really. He gets grumpy really quickly!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SeA7eE4UBBI/AAAAAAAAACY/TXfRl6Ow07I/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SeA7eE4UBBI/AAAAAAAAACY/TXfRl6Ow07I/s200/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323320147443975186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Shots, what are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt;: Writing. Can't you see? (What a brat. Smack him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Shots, I'm going to Manila to study na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt;: *looks at me* Why? Who will make my projects now? *sad face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;dilemma. What a sweet sweet brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-6448423817976160978?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/6448423817976160978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=6448423817976160978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/6448423817976160978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/6448423817976160978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-dilemma.html' title='A Kid&apos;s Dilemma'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/SeA7HjcLyNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QRUcQTaNFME/s72-c/IMG_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-2454582974890516880</id><published>2009-04-07T23:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:57:50.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brown Nose</title><content type='html'>After a short trip to Manila, I came home and found my little cute cousin with a brown nose. I got her an animal stuffed toy. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sdt2XOVW2cI/AAAAAAAAABw/YU8-VVdYZPA/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sdt2XOVW2cI/AAAAAAAAABw/YU8-VVdYZPA/s200/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321977526025116098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sdt2z2DGTMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tlNFiFhjn5U/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sdt2z2DGTMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tlNFiFhjn5U/s200/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321978017722289346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sdt3YOEXxAI/AAAAAAAAACA/vL96V_5cV1g/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sdt3YOEXxAI/AAAAAAAAACA/vL96V_5cV1g/s200/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321978642645369858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elysha Maris (The Baby Cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Engel! Engel!"&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, she calls me that. She leaves out the "Achie" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cute little button nose turned tomato red...then muddy brown. haha! I loved her white complexion...which is now slightly ruined for the meantime. Poor kid, they didn't put on enough sunblock before swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I find her adorable still. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sdt2z2DGTMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tlNFiFhjn5U/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-2454582974890516880?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/2454582974890516880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=2454582974890516880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/2454582974890516880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/2454582974890516880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/brown-nose.html' title='The Brown Nose'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tlc4R-7R6Mo/Sdt2XOVW2cI/AAAAAAAAABw/YU8-VVdYZPA/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-781428836003038764</id><published>2009-04-07T15:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:37:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together - Ruben Studdard</title><content type='html'>No. This is not Ne-Yo's version of the song. This is Ruben Studdard's--the second American Idol. Ne-yo's version was cool, but Ruben's is cooler! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would it take to show you I'd be by your side? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_p-wXn0-e8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_p-wXn0-e8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just something about this song that makes me want to listen to it over and over and over...Instead of blogging about something more interesting (like my stay in MNL), I choose to blog about this song. Since I've downloaded it off &lt;a href="http://jonwire.blogspot.com/"&gt;JonWire&lt;/a&gt;, I haven't stopped listening to it. And I have this tendency of listening to one song for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wwwwhhhhoooolllleeeeee&lt;/span&gt; day. Seriously, I put the song on loop and don't bother to hit the pause or stop button  on my iTunes.  This has been the first and last song I listen to for the past week. 7 days. :| I don't think I am relating to the song as of now...since I don't have a lovelife. haha! Oh, one last  thing--there's a link under that Youtube vid's description that allows you to download the mp3 file. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! (OK--you don't have to be obsessed with it...though I think I am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to the MNL post...soon. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-781428836003038764?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/781428836003038764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=781428836003038764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/781428836003038764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/781428836003038764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/together-ruben-studdard.html' title='Together - Ruben Studdard'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-7961144533202334928</id><published>2009-04-01T10:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:36:40.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving On a Jet Plane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...I know when I'll be back again! It's not really like the song since I know exactly when I'll back.  Coincidentally, Leaving On a Jet Plane really is playing as I type this! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will be leaving for Manila (oo, Manila pa lang hahaha) this afternoon. I was surprised to find out that Dad bought a PAL ticket instead of Cebu Pacific. He's stingy--no, thrifty. hahaha! I can stand the stone-like Cebu Pacific seats for 2 hours. Kidding. Also, it's my first time to not take the first flight in the morning. Usually, whenever I leave for Manila, I'd be up at around 3 AM coz my flight would be at 5 am! So imagine how happy I was to find out that I'd be on an afternoon flight. I know..I know..shallow. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'll be staying with Aco for the next 5 days. No internet connection. I can feel myself getting weaker already. :(( But I think I'll be out most of the time so I won't have to suffer THAT much. Yes, I can't live without internet. No cable is fine. No internet is not. It's not a matter of WANT anymore, but a matter of NEED. NEED. NEED. No, I'm not exaggerating. Well, I have to get over the no-net-for-5-days dilemma. It's either I leave the comfort of my aunt's place to go to some internet place, or stay at home. I won't be home most of the time (at least I hope not), so I think I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it's going to be a pretty busy 5-day trip for me. Busy but fun. Yay! Oh... Except for one thing...I have to get through that UST interview. Wish me luck! I have to go to college. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done packing yet (just the toiletries. Clothes and others are in the bag already!). Gotta go. *waves* See you again in 5 days. I know (hoping) that I have lots to post about. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-7961144533202334928?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/7961144533202334928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=7961144533202334928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/7961144533202334928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/7961144533202334928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving On a Jet Plane...'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035168267181069620.post-451525434412774186</id><published>2009-03-31T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:15:12.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first entry ever'/><title type='text'>El Primero Entrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have have a multiply account--I blog there. I used to have a blogger account (apart from this)--I used to blog there. I have a Friendster Blog--I used to blog there too. Out of all those three accounts, the only active and semi-updated blog is my Multiply one. I barely have time--ok, i'm just really too lazy--to blog about stuff there. I do it occasionally, but not as often as I want to. Blogging has always been one of my hobbies, so what's usually stopping me? Laziness. One damned thing I have to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to college, and laziness is a definite no-no. It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be scrapped out. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why make another account? I'm not even positively sure that I can keep this site alive for a long time--but I want to, and I am determined. In a few weeks, I'm heading off to college. Just like all the freshies, I'm going to have a fresh new start. New place. New people. New experiences. More stuff to share, talk and blog about. It's pretty exciting--the heading off to college thing. So...Fresh new Life. Fresh new Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best to keep this blog updated. Mostly, about the new stuff (things, people, alalala)I have tried and encountered. Yeah, I know most people won't really care about what's happening in the world of Angelica. But as I've mentioned, Blogging is a hobby. As I type, my layout is plain white...with plain black (or gray-ish) font colors. But expect that as soon as my site will be filling up with posts, my layouts will be filling up with colors too. Progress. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so dear reader, wish me luck. I'll try to keep the posts as interesting as possible, and will try to update as often as I can. Lord, please help me not be lazy and help me get Internet Access 24/7 in Manila. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035168267181069620-451525434412774186?l=borntobeawesome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/feeds/451525434412774186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035168267181069620&amp;postID=451525434412774186' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/451525434412774186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035168267181069620/posts/default/451525434412774186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://borntobeawesome.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-primero-entrada.html' title='El Primero Entrada'/><author><name>Angelica Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013355172883757146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQx-5G4Iiw8/TwvYjFXt2rI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FNvgzEvrSog/s220/IMG_2621.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
