<?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-3128958631910589058</id><updated>2011-07-31T12:57:31.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for her falling STAR</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-4400937032272897069</id><published>2009-10-12T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:02:23.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the WORST days of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't know what really happened today, all i know is that a lot of things happened and i want to forget it all. i don't know where to start but i certainly want to end it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(i don't know hope i would express how i feel so sorry if filipino words start to pop up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this days started normally. well, for me it was normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;it just had a wrong turn in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really don't get the point of people making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;paasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; other people. i find it WRONG. W-R-O-N-G, WRONG! well, what do you really get from that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;wala naman diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really don't find this my fault fully. y'know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;may kasalanan ka rin e!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you should have never made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;paasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a person like me. and also, (i quote ida alli) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"nakakapanglinlang lang talaga siya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;pero di ko talaga makita lahat nang point nang mga pangyayari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you know how easily i get hurt and you know HOW i get hurt. you know how hard it is for me to move on and let go. you know that all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;alam mo lahat e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. you know me, and i know you as well. still, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;YOU MADE ME FALL FOR YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if all of these were just games, then why, of all people, did you pick me to play this game with you? don't you see how hard it is for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"let's play a love game, play a love game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;do you want LOVE or you want FAME?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-certainly, FAME is all you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maybe for you, all of this is just a game. but for me, its not. everything for me was so real and so true. pure and free from lies. yet now, seeing you, i see our current relationship as a relationship full of lies and secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yet can't you see how hurt i am everytime something "wrong" would happen. kung hindi mo man makita, well, bulag ka. kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hindi mo man maramdaman, edi manhid ka. di pa ba enough yung mga sinasabi, pinapakita at ginagawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ko para sayo para maparamdam sayo na you are important and special to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hindi ko pa ba napprove sayo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;how much i really love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;also, i thought you were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akala ko iba ka&lt;/span&gt;. that is why i was not afraid (well, a little) to fall for you. yet, you turned out to be exactly like all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;pare-pareho lang pala kayong lahat. pare-pareho nang ugali. at pare-pareho ng pananaw sa buhay. pare-pareho lang din kayo ng gawain. kaya tama ngang pinagsama-sama kayo. at mabuti pa, isama niyo na rin yung mga hindi niyo pa kasapi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and now, dahan dahan mo pa akong nilalayuan. yes. i could feel it. (hindi ako manhid katulad mo.) what is the problem? what is our problem? we were so happy and so fine before SHE came into the picture. ganoon na ba katindi yung panglalason niya sa utak mong inosente para layuan mo ko ng ganito? the problem is, you don't feel what i feel. you don't get to go through each day on my shoes, in my position. its so hard living this way. trying to live happily and trying to seem happy and look happy for everyone to see. yet deep inside me, my heart is slowly, silently, breaking into pieces. and you don't have a damn clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and to that person who just can't get enough of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;TAMA NA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; PLEASE! you really were born to get everything i want. to have a step earlier than me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahat na lang inaagaw mo sakin.&lt;/span&gt; can't you find your own? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganoon ba "ka-perfect" yung mga nakikita kong tao&lt;/span&gt; that you just snatch them off me. can't you see how much you have damaged my life already. little by little you ruin my life. and to think that you are my friend. i trust you. well, i TRUSTED you. and i just can't see why i keep on trusting you even if i know that you blab all my secrets to the world. and also, backstabbers bring no good so please, stop being one! i know, i am not the only one who hates you but certainly, i was the one brave enough to blog about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;(ang tamaan, wag magagalit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; blogging about you may not change you, you may not even get the chance to read this. but for me, this is my first step. my first step to confronting you. wait, for my second, it would be a whole lot worse. i try not to hate you but i just can't. everything that you do makes me more and more pissed by your existance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i want is to have an exciting and memorable year this school year. all i want is for this year to be close to perfect. to be able to spend it with the people i love the most and get to meet people before i make my "grand exit" from Assumption Antipolo. but how will i be able to do that if people around me would get in the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-4400937032272897069?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/4400937032272897069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=4400937032272897069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/4400937032272897069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/4400937032272897069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-worst-days-of-my-life.html' title='one of the WORST days of my life'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-1458488263561157982</id><published>2009-07-05T17:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:44:36.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after 965321450287566 years</title><content type='html'>okay, after 965321450287566 years, i am now updating my blog (yey me!!). okay? because of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;saying "yey me" i remembered that during our last class encounter meaning last school year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(3rd year) i got the "london tipton award". YEY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;anyway, at last, i am done with all those freaking homeworks given to us. (oh how much i hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;every freaking homework given to us). and since our printer is dead (for like 2 years now) i had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;everything printed at a computer shop and guess what? i had almost 30 papers printed. great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and as of now, its like just 5:30 pm and i am done! actually, i didn't do anything today. i finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;everything yesterday. okay. its been like a century since i have blogged about anything. and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't know why. i don't believe that i was busy, well maybe these past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;so, we were in a 10 day quarantine period bla. and we were given tons of homework. (GOSH!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why, from now on, i pray that we would not have planned suspensions anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;BECAUSE WE ARE GIVEN MILLIONS OF HOMEWORKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh people of this world, please pray that our kapatiran would not be removed. i would not want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;that to happen. because so many activities were deprived from our batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i remember that during the last day (before quarantine period) we took pictures.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling kasi namin hindi na kami magkikita kita e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SlB0hMWeFWI/AAAAAAAAADw/C_C0Tkby2Rg/s1600-h/K062309-091.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/_5de7VfxrTCg/SlB0hMWeFWI/AAAAAAAAADw/C_C0Tkby2Rg/s400/K062309-091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908070543496546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i love this photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_5de7VfxrTCg/SlBz-P2KJVI/AAAAAAAAADo/hx_-zOkebEI/s1600-h/K062309-097.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/_5de7VfxrTCg/SlBz-P2KJVI/AAAAAAAAADo/hx_-zOkebEI/s400/K062309-097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354907470186292562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;this too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/3128958631910589058-1458488263561157982?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/1458488263561157982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=1458488263561157982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1458488263561157982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1458488263561157982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-965321450287566-years.html' title='after 965321450287566 years'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SlB0hMWeFWI/AAAAAAAAADw/C_C0Tkby2Rg/s72-c/K062309-091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-5640441452277022011</id><published>2009-05-28T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:29:29.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are my space girl</title><content type='html'>'kay. i have no idea how i would start this post (actually, by doing this, i'm starting already)&lt;br /&gt;so, i am placing the chorus of a cute song i recently listened to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its out of this world by the jonas brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was on her way to Mars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then she ran into a star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she fell into my arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you gravity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never let her go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll hide her UFO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She'll never have to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's my space girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she's out of this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find the song awfully cute. and i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;when i tried to listen to it like a thousand times consecutively, i realized that the song had a whole other meaning than the lyrics its self. that every word, every phrase, and every stanza has another meaning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay, ayoko na magexplain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after like 23 million years, i finally went online again on my Y!M. sometimes, its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakakatamad na e!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wala na akong masabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-5640441452277022011?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/5640441452277022011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=5640441452277022011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/5640441452277022011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/5640441452277022011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-my-space-girl.html' title='you are my space girl'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-401096169043820100</id><published>2009-05-19T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:53:52.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't have everything i want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;i am so exhausted like woah.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but lately, i have been thinking for dying.&lt;br /&gt;(no reason not to. right?)&lt;br /&gt;[suicidal mode much!]&lt;br /&gt;also, i have been saying that, "&lt;em&gt;pagod na akong mabuhay&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know why but this is my "philisophy" right now.&lt;br /&gt;but i realized that i should look at the positive side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that my friends are the BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that there are other people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;that you are my crush like OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that you affect me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that i may really love you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that i should permanently remove you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that other people are really just born to be a *****.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and that i should be able to decide for my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yes! in my world, my rainbow ends with the color pink.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that my friends ar the BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last May 16, my friend and i went to eastwood to celebrate Pauline's 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;we had lots of fun. we played arcade, ate fooooood, and played hide and seek in front of eastwood mall.&lt;br /&gt;playing hide and seek was so tiring. i usually hid behind huge pillars near the "construction" site. a weird place to hide but a very smart place too. since the once "it" did not find me.&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to thank cza for taking me home!!! THANKS CZA!!!&lt;br /&gt;even if that day bothered me with a lot of stuff, issues and all, by the end of the day, i was so happy, i did not regret one bit for going to Pauline's birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that there are other people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES PATRICIA RIVERA!!! there are other people in this world!&lt;br /&gt;so i should not center my self to just a single person who brings me no good.&lt;br /&gt;i should surround my self with people who would be there foe me always and would not let go of me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;and how i wish that i would find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, &lt;em&gt;i have found someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;that you are my crush like OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! i have a crush and its NOT omg!!&lt;br /&gt;are you shocked? maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;well, i really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my blog = my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(keep that in mind)&lt;br /&gt;i am so head over heels on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;napapa-woah ako dahil sayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that you affect me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! you affect me so much.&lt;br /&gt;as in, i have no time to think when i am thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;(where the heck did i get that??)&lt;br /&gt;and that you affect my decisions even if you don't expect me to.&lt;br /&gt;you are truly different&lt;br /&gt;(i hope its not too early to speak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that i may really love you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, just MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;but i am ready to take the risk&lt;br /&gt;(or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that i should permanently remove you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i think i should do it now.&lt;br /&gt;because its now or NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;if i would want to live my last school year the best way i want then i should do it. and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;you may have been a big part of my life but i got hurt to much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that other people are just born to be a  *****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;masakit mapagmukhang tanga&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and when you do that to me. REVENGE FOLLOWS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that i should be able to decide for my self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;this my life and i only get to live it once, so basically, i should live it the best way  could and not let anyone get in the way of how i want to live out my life. for this is one thing that no one could take away from me. for no one else could own it but me and no one else could live it the best but me. for i started it. and therefore, i also have the right to own it. and live it the way i want to live it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I CAN'T GET EVERYTHING I WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;right? we can't control the future or what it brings us. we just have to deal with the things that God gave us and maybe he has a reason why he did not give us the things we desire most. for there might be somehting better to come our way. that maybe, we should not ponder on a single opportunity for there are other more opportunities to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-401096169043820100?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/401096169043820100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=401096169043820100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/401096169043820100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/401096169043820100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-exhausted-like-woah.html' title='i can&apos;t have everything i want'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-306979198348469805</id><published>2009-04-15T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:48:17.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04.15.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my summer so far is so random.&lt;br /&gt;one thing i could say is that my summer is totally different for the past summers i had.&lt;br /&gt;and so far, i could say that i am having a darn good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past two summers, it just worried me about some problems i left for the past school year.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, i left everything behind and tried (and still trying) to enjoy my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet this time, i do not know if to expect something or not.&lt;br /&gt;or just lay low or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, there is still a constant question that i ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;"is everything real?"&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/3128958631910589058-306979198348469805?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/306979198348469805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=306979198348469805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/306979198348469805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/306979198348469805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/04/041509.html' title='04.15.09'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-1437146821369198213</id><published>2009-03-20T08:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:33:37.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BARKO!!!!!!!!!! at CME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/ScLwkBiX9xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/z2E6Xxz3r1o/s1600-h/DSC07531.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/_5de7VfxrTCg/ScLwkBiX9xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/z2E6Xxz3r1o/s400/DSC07531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315075011929175826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the last day of school and coco, janine, pauline, za and i went to club manila east. first pumunta muna kami sa bahay kasi lumamon pa kami ni janine then we waited for the others sa gate ng subd. ni pauline. then the fun started!!! kasi malakas ang loob namin, nag two piece kami!! well, except for cza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/ScLss-CTC8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/PQu8ikzNo-M/s1600-h/DSC07526.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/_5de7VfxrTCg/ScLss-CTC8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/PQu8ikzNo-M/s400/DSC07526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315070767561640898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we swam and swam and swam, lahat na ata nang pool, including kiddie pool, nilubluban namin. super coolz namin eh! then nagkayak kami ni janine, nagkayak kami tapos nahiga kami sa kayak, then nagusap!!! emo time on water! beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/ScLtnToE6RI/AAAAAAAAADA/qC5vD2IzOq8/s1600-h/IMG_3580.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/_5de7VfxrTCg/ScLtnToE6RI/AAAAAAAAADA/qC5vD2IzOq8/s400/IMG_3580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315071769789655314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos yung sa wave pool, intense yung wave. muntik na kaming malunod ni janine. sa sobrang intense as in dinadala kami nang alon!! super coolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none stop photo shoot din, as in kahit saan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/ScLvAt1YBeI/AAAAAAAAADI/26ey0MrMK-g/s1600-h/DSC07701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/ScLvAt1YBeI/AAAAAAAAADI/26ey0MrMK-g/s400/DSC07701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315073305833113058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when night had fallen, nagslide kami ng nagslid. intense slide-ness. (and also intense blair dares!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will end this entry with a blind item:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIND ITEM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinong male actor na galing sa isang realtily show na mayroong kasamang babae sa club manila east na parang nanay niya. tago natin ang girl sa pangalang "bilog alog". silang dalawa ay magka-holding hands habang naglalakda at bumibili ng food. then, while swimming on the wave pool ay mayroong something fishy na ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-1437146821369198213?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/1437146821369198213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=1437146821369198213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1437146821369198213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1437146821369198213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/03/barko-at-cme.html' title='BARKO!!!!!!!!!! at CME'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/ScLwkBiX9xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/z2E6Xxz3r1o/s72-c/DSC07531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-1112249424750187419</id><published>2009-03-13T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:42:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kasi marami akong ginagawa!</title><content type='html'>"feeling naman niya crush ko siya! . . . TOTOO NAMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---very weird line ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so for the past week, i have been sleeping late. and i hate it. i do not get enough sleep and today, i was left by my bus because i failed to wake up early! ARGH!!! i can't wait anymore!! summer, where art thou? why are you still so far away. yet, thank god is friday!! so, once again, since i can't blog everyday i shall make a timeline once again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMELINE-ISH (march 9 - march 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winners of the science congress we're announced! CONGRATS to mafee, nadine, catan, gen, bianca, and fatima!!! omg! classes once again. i was expecting to receive the grades from the test we took last week but not a single test result was returned. also, it was announced that tomorrow we would have no classes, that we would be in the sports complex the whole day, and the best part is, dum-dum-dumdum, we would wear casual a.k.a. batch shirt! we are kind of happy because we get to take a break from all the stress we were going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Marie Eugenie Sports Complex blessing!!! it was fun!! really and very! on our way there, nakatayo si angie and liang with their cameras so lahat nang dumaan dun, nagpapa-picture sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpA2HvZhxI/AAAAAAAAACY/Yb4QV1FquPo/s1600-h/DSC-0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpA2HvZhxI/AAAAAAAAACY/Yb4QV1FquPo/s400/DSC-0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312630008971888402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang ganda niya kasi ang laki niya! it was so spacious. ang daming space, so luwang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpAlaHgvtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gRcIt-yjbMA/s1600-h/DSC-0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpAlaHgvtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gRcIt-yjbMA/s400/DSC-0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312629721847086802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we had a mass. and the whole high school was seated on the second floor. YES! elevated us! cool kami eh! nasa taas. tapos yung banyo, ang ganda!!! parang nasa hotel lang! banyo pa lang, PANALO NA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there was a basketball exhibition game by the assumption dream team and the ex-PBA players. HUY!!! ang hot nang tatay mo! parang ikaw lang!!!! =))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpCHj074hI/AAAAAAAAACg/wDBuE0Oqh_w/s1600-h/IMG-9697.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/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpCHj074hI/AAAAAAAAACg/wDBuE0Oqh_w/s400/IMG-9697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312631408080708114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry kayo! iba center of attention sa mundo ko eh!!! :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, there was a basketball game naman by the seniors and the varsity team minus the seniors. for me, mas intense yung game na ito compared dun sa first. mas feel ko siya. well, the sad/happy part is the game ended with a tie. i think its a good ending. everyone wins!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpDsmpezmI/AAAAAAAAACo/Oi5Zl7h3BDE/s1600-h/DSC05003.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/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpDsmpezmI/AAAAAAAAACo/Oi5Zl7h3BDE/s400/DSC05003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312633144004759138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intense pa si janine mag-cheer! and here are some qoutable quotes by janine de vera!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! whooooooooooooo!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kasi dad! ganito yun! sino bang champion satin? diba ako?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dad! palit nga tayo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm so proud of you son! ay! daughter pala! nadulas ako"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO SON! GO SON!!! *pinass yung ball* ANG GWAPO MO! ANG GWAPO MO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di naman masyadong maganda itong blog post ko noh? wait! tuesday pa lang ang haba na nang blog post ko!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march 11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day was so BLAH!!!! grades were given back. all of them were fair enough. haha. i don't want to talk abou my geades. IT SO LOW!!! argh much!!! i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! chem! it was hard. well, sort of. nakatulog ako in the middle of the test. buti na lang nagising ako before its to late. buti na lang talaga. kundi hindi ko natapos yung test ko. then, CLE galore. 2 periods of CLE in a day. mas malala yung sa section 3, 3 CONSECUTIVE periods ba naman daw!! CLE GALORE!!! para na nga daw pari si sir J. then, computer! whoa! may speakers na around the computer room!! ASENSO baby!! SAYA! was dismissed around 3:30 pm. how laye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up ULTRA late. as in quarter to 7 na ako nagising! any, late ako. MALAMANG! danced during P.E.! experiment during LAB! MQT during FILIPINO! was in section 3 during CLE! and short story submission during ENGLISH! then, durig CLUBS, we watch the pamu play! galing nila eh! sorry na. hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpFyFrWfRI/AAAAAAAAACw/Wtup_skzr_U/s1600-h/GoTC-ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpFyFrWfRI/AAAAAAAAACw/Wtup_skzr_U/s400/GoTC-ticket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312635437256703250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay? QTs next week!! GOOD LUCK TO US!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-1112249424750187419?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/1112249424750187419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=1112249424750187419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1112249424750187419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1112249424750187419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/03/kasi-marami-akong-ginagawa.html' title='kasi marami akong ginagawa!'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/SbpA2HvZhxI/AAAAAAAAACY/Yb4QV1FquPo/s72-c/DSC-0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-6016651416608319279</id><published>2009-03-07T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:53:08.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>one o'clock na!!! omg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-6016651416608319279?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/6016651416608319279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=6016651416608319279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/6016651416608319279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/6016651416608319279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-2387027362381276443</id><published>2009-03-06T20:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:22:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night i was waiting for nothing.</title><content type='html'>i know you wouldn't come, yet i wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;i know you are some place else and having fun, yet i want you to come home.&lt;br /&gt;i know you will never come cause i know you ain't coming home soon.&lt;br /&gt;i know you also wished that i could be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but now, sitting here, in front of the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you have no idea how long the night has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;by the lower right corner i was waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;for a single name that would change everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;admit it or not&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i really wait for you every night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cause no matter how long the day might have been, you could make me feel light.&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea that you make me joyful.&lt;br /&gt;after a day that was tiring and stressful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-2387027362381276443?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/2387027362381276443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=2387027362381276443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/2387027362381276443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/2387027362381276443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-i-was-waiting-for-nothing.html' title='the night i was waiting for nothing.'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-1628900316790521673</id><published>2009-02-19T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:51:06.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PULLED OUT BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>today, i was expecting a BORING and SLOW day inside the classroom but surprisingly, this morning, ara v. told me that i am going to be pulled out THE WHOLE DAY. yeppie!!!! anyway, i spent the WHOLE day at the multi. i missed A LOT daw. but i believe that missing a lot inside the classroom is worth it for the PROM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the multi, we taped japanese paper/papel de hapon (papel de japanese and paper de hapon according to me) by the windows of the backdrop. the japanese paper was SO FRAGILE (like my heart :))) as in, isang wrong touch lang butas na and we have to replace it with a new one. after, we made the vines AGAIN but i was becoming an expert with it. (im cool like that!!) then, we ran out of japanese paper and the bookstore ran out of stock, we went idle for awhile. after, we placed the "stones" by the side of the stage. we then ran out of masking tape and maxine had to buy from the bookstore. (gosh!!! 25 pesos for a roll of masking tape?? MAHAL!!!) then, during lunch, i ate two MOO sandwich ice creams. then we were then provided with japanese paer and we continued doing the windows. after, we were supposed to have a class on geom but we choose to ditch it (sorry sir!!) to see the backdrop being put up. the moment the backdrop was put up. i then felt excited for the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang ganda nung backdrop and i think SOME PEOPLE are going to be shocked when they ALL see it for the FIRST TIME tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WILL BE SO AMAZED AND THEY WILL BE SUCCUMED BY THE AMAZEMENT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our prom will be the best prom ever. BE PRESSURED!!!!! :)))))))))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-1628900316790521673?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/1628900316790521673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=1628900316790521673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1628900316790521673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1628900316790521673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/02/pulled-out-baby.html' title='PULLED OUT BABY!!!'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-3153977466781385505</id><published>2009-02-10T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:25:52.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timeline-ish life of mine!</title><content type='html'>oohhh!!!! i have a lot of kwento!!!!! we shall start from saturday, feb. 7, 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timeline-ish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, 02/04/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched some parts of the fiesta festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and the rest was history!!! HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not for this place!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, 02/05/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had classes because the dancers were so good daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed notes with ayna. AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about WEIRD stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, 02/06/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched fiesta festival run through twice!!! mas maganda yung first!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUNTIK NA AKONG MAHULOG SA BALCONY 2!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran round and round to find miss vikai who has our OJT money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, 02/07/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our OJT at friday's. it was fun fun fun. we ate and drank. (malamang!!!) basta, fun. then nung wala kaming ginagawa, pumunta si ayna, gen, and denise evang to pick up jamie for their gig. after that, ara and gail arrived. made sabay to them going home. they went down sa village east to do something for the prom. ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAIL: "FISHING!!!"   ~ benta toh sakin forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, did nothing at home. nagpakabulok ako dun =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, 02/08/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my dad's birthday celebration so all of us were at my lolo's house. did the usual. i called cham to make kwento. told my cousin something which is only half true. (but she will never know!!!! hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, 02/09/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were super late. as in pag dating namin sa may harap ng multi, pinapatayo na yung students!!! forever na talaga kaming late!!!! ma-kkick out na kami nito eh!!! painted things for the prom and fiesta festival. ooohhh. exciting!!! half day. talked to ms. morales about something private. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texted ida and cham up to 12 mn. slept only for 5 hours. insomnia daw sabi ni ida!!! (whatever that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, 02/10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's birthday!!!! yey!!! did nothng at school. half day once again. painted the REALLY BEAUTIFUL lamp posts for the prom!!! ang ganda talaga. feeling ko, maganda ng super ang prom namin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set up an appointment with sr. irene!!! yes!!! i am cool like that!!! haha. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIEL MERCADO: "sa asian fest pa lang naman natin, kita na maganda yung prom natin eh."&lt;br /&gt;ME: *no comment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of my timeline-ish life. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-3153977466781385505?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/3153977466781385505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=3153977466781385505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/3153977466781385505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/3153977466781385505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/02/timeline-ish-life-of-mine.html' title='timeline-ish life of mine!'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-6823175909292049028</id><published>2009-01-30T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:44:12.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on tight. don't let go.</title><content type='html'>practice once again. so, we painted.... AGAIN!!! walang katapusang pagppaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMELINE-ish!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;highschool assembly. ohh... like-ing that one!! then aien and i went up for a while then when we came down, we folded blue stuffs. dapat daw, fan yun. as in pamaypay. and it should have nine EQUAL folds!!!! struggle!!! pero jem and i did two thingy. di ko na alam kung paano idescribe. then, after recess. we painted hats. wth?? basta color yellow yung hat!!!! thats all i could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon!!&lt;br /&gt;lunch, aien and i made tambay sa playground. dun sa may swing and nag-heart to heart talk kami. its nice to let everything out of my system. we stayed there for more than 30 minutes and some year 1 or 2 made gaya us!!! well, we don't own the playground!!! then we went to our "respective" tables sa caf. and we talked. we talked prom seating arrangement. OMG! bago na daw. oh well!!! then janine and i went running to the bathroom kasi i was about to cry. talked in the bathroom for a while then decided to went up. we sat dun sa may sofa. then we decided not to paint anymore for we were so so tired!!! mel, janine, and i hung out with gail, gen and mafee. it was fun. then algebra activity sheets were given. so gail and i decided to do it. and we ended up doing it together!!! and we finished it!!! we are so good!!! haha. then went home. arrived early. which is goo. and now, i am so ready to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~S.E.C. (satisfying everyones curiosity)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-6823175909292049028?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/6823175909292049028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=6823175909292049028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/6823175909292049028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/6823175909292049028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/01/hold-on-tight-dont-let-go.html' title='hold on tight. don&apos;t let go.'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-1365679286226478738</id><published>2009-01-20T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:48:07.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faye Camille Sagoon Corpuz ... THE KURIMAW QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. CLE test was BLA. But was the Health test was not that hard. After Health, Geom wherein I didn't listen at all. And Chem where we lost the black marker &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(but it was actually in front of you, Tricia. BLINDYYY. =))) -Janine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-Talking with Janine (who is actually typing this) on the phone. Okay, that was weird. So I'm saying I'm talking to me? WHUTT? :))-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. Faye is the kurimaw queen. You know the story naman eh. FISH. Faye Is So Hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. Reebell -Faye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OhMayGuzz -Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reeggeed -Tricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alam ko NUH -Tricia &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(AGAIN. BWAHA.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. Tricia says: &lt;em&gt;"Wala na kong malagay"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Janine says: &lt;em&gt;"Uhhh. Kewl."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. Prom Tablemates: Monet, Janine, Mel, Tricia &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(You are the tablemate of yourself, Tricia. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6. 29/50 ******,s CLE Long Quiz Score&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-WOULD STOP IT?! :))))-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7. Wacthed Dekada '70 &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-you know, I read this as: Dekada Seventy :)))-&lt;/span&gt; It was very very brutal. Nangyayari pa pala yun nung sinaunang panahon? It was so terrifying. YUNG ELECTRIC &lt;u&gt;CHAIR&lt;/u&gt; NAKAHIGA. So HINDI SIYA CHAIR. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Yeah, we figured that out. =)))-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8. * Janine next to her friend (Mikah, I think) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-No, you don't THINK. You KNOW.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: "Janine, ANG PUTI NIYA 'NO?" &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-And I am agreeing to type this, WHY? =)))-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Her friend walks out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Oooh. It's my favorite number!-&lt;/span&gt; Janine, hindi tinatalikuran ang mga taong mahal mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you'd look at me that way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your beautiful eyes looking deep into mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telling me more than any words could say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't even know I'm alive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, to you all I am is the invisible man&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Aww, Tricia. Awww.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Kung may Self-Steam, meron ding Self-STEM. Sariling Tangkay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11. May joke ako...&lt;br /&gt;Tanungin mo sakin kung anong past, present and future tense ng LABA.&lt;br /&gt;J: Anong past tense ng laba?&lt;br /&gt;Meeee &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Youuuuu):&lt;/span&gt; Naglaba&lt;br /&gt;J: Ano yung present tense?&lt;br /&gt;Meeee: Naglalaba&lt;br /&gt;J: Eh, future?&lt;br /&gt;Meeee: NAGSASAMPAY =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12. Ayna is kunsintihing me. Tinutulungan ba naman akong manglandi? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;13. Janine De Vera is the best person in the world.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; -I know right?-&lt;/span&gt; Thankyou for invading my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** The STUFF(s) in Orange are Janine's comments :)) Again, I invaded you blog. **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-1365679286226478738?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/1365679286226478738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=1365679286226478738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1365679286226478738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1365679286226478738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/01/faye-camille-sagoon-corpuz-kurimaw.html' title='Faye Camille Sagoon Corpuz ... THE KURIMAW QUEEN'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-4731367775323768099</id><published>2009-01-16T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:18:14.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 reasons why i am blogging right now</title><content type='html'>1) as usual, i was my hyper and perky self today. well, except for this morning for i was totally sleepy. i slept at 11 pm out of habit. who says you need a lot of sleep to function? who ever did, is totally wrong. MWAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) practical test in P.E. we look really . . . uhm . . . WRONG!!!!! dancing was not really meant for us people. :)) but bonding with my classmates outside of the classroom (a.k.a. sa labas ng assumpta) was really really fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) oc and i have a new ACTION SONG. . . it goes like this. .&lt;br /&gt;"WHO SAID THAT?&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAID THAT?&lt;br /&gt;SAY IT!&lt;br /&gt;SAY IT!"&lt;br /&gt;i won't tell you anymore why this happened or how this was formed. baka makick out pa ako eh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) because H.C. is H.O.T. well, it really is true. walang mangengealam!!!! mangelam . . TSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) time to thank ARA!!!! ara is my "sketch-er". she sketched my prom dress!!! thank you ara dear.. pina-photocopy ko yung drawing mo para pag may gusto ako baguhin. hindi masisira yung "original".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) because QTs are next week. its the 3rd quarterly tests next week and i think i would find it impossible to make a blog again. busy busy busy. need to study (A LOT for english!) of all subjects, ENGLISH? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) because i love a new old song!!!! there is this song i love singing right now. its kinda old but i really LOVE singing it!!!! love love love!!! its LOVE STORY BY TAYLOR SWIFT. i really love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) lastly, because i had a wonderful day. barkada, classmates, and busmates are the "cherries" on top of everyday in my life. and i really love to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***its weekend again. i would not see my CHERRIES!!!!!!!!!!***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-4731367775323768099?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/4731367775323768099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=4731367775323768099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/4731367775323768099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/4731367775323768099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/01/8-reasons-why-i-am-blogging-right-now.html' title='8 reasons why i am blogging right now'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-5224317887156567896</id><published>2009-01-15T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:37:45.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay out of my life</title><content type='html'>why can't you just leave? stay out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a semi-eavesdropper!!! alam ko pagpinaguusapan ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for one thing!!! di ako despirado. at kung oo man. pakelam mo ba? buhay mo ba ito? di naman right? so, STAY OUT OF IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LABAS!!! you are so un-welcome here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala mo ang galing galing mo. that you knowt things. but you are so wtong!!! makakaalam ka na lang, mali pa!!!! eh ako, RELIABLE mga sources ko. di kagaya nung sayo!!! mga imbento kagaya mo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang you thing you are so good!!! that you are so beautiful. that you are all that!!! but you are so not. dream on girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala naman akong ginagawa sayo ah?? ikaw lang naman nagsimula nito eh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hate you as a person, hate you as you are. stay out of my life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-5224317887156567896?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/5224317887156567896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=5224317887156567896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/5224317887156567896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/5224317887156567896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/01/stay-out-of-my-life.html' title='stay out of my life'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-6286277138950148547</id><published>2009-01-08T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:06:18.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed up, pissed off!</title><content type='html'>today = RANDOMLY WEIRD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) may multo sa banyo ng second year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;~alam niyo yung banyo ng second year? yung malapit sa computer room!!! OMG!!! may multo dun!!! kas ganito. computer namin. eh malamig at wala akong jacket. so nagpaalam ako kay ms. vikai kung pwede mag-washroom. so, lumabas ako ng computer room. then pumasok na ako ng banyo, then pumunta ako dun sa cubicle. buti na lang di ko pa sinasara yung pinto kasi biglang nag-flush mag-isa. kaya bumalik na lang ako sa computer room. WAAA!!!! scary!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) NEW issue (nanaman??)&lt;br /&gt;~NAKO!!! lech naman oh! may bago nanamang issue? issue nanaman? iba nanaman? ano ba yan, lahat ba ng tao dapat maging crush ko. minsan nakakainis na kasi sinabi na nga na hindi pinagpipilitan pa. bakit mo pa tinanong kung hindi ka rin naman maniniwala. nagtanong ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;~AND!!!! and to all the people i trust diyan na hindi ko naman pala talaga mattrust, SCREW YOU!!!! screw you all!!! i trust people so easily, yan ang problema sakin eh. akala ko pagsinabi ko sayo, mananahimik lang kayo. but NOOO!!!! you are even the ones who start this non-sense. i am so pissed today. especially after lunch. sobra na kasi eh. oo, di ako ganoon ka-pikon, pero pagnapikon ako. mananahimik na lang talaga ako. LECH talaga!!! LECH!!!&lt;br /&gt;~by the way!!! thank you to ara na nilapitan ako after lunch and asked me if i was okay and kung ano yung nangyari. LOVE YOU ARA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) at ang ISSUE na hindi namatay-matay!!&lt;br /&gt;~eto!!!! minsan nakakasawa na eh. parang everyday na lang may nagtatanong sakin, "kayo ba ni *toot*?" eh hindi nga eh!!! for the nth time. NO NO NO and NO!!! kung ayaw niyo maniwala edi wag kayo magtanong. yun lang yun. and kung ikakasaya niyo na tanungin ulit ako, grabe!!!! sasapatusin ko na talaga kayong lahat!!!! samahan lang ako sa business office may issue na. lagi na lang. kahit may kasama kaming iba, may issue pa rin. kahit classes, may nagtatanong sakin kung naging kami ba (sinabing hindi nga eh!!!), may issue pa rin. issue, issue, ISSUE!!!! sa totoo lang, di pa ba kayo nagsasawa sa aming dalawa? lagi na lang eh. well, kami di nagsasawa kasi di naman namin pinapansin eh kasi. kung para sa LAHAT ng tao may malice, samin WALA. kasi alam naman namin sa mga sarili namin ang totoo. right dear?&lt;br /&gt;~PONDER on that friends of mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~love you, hate you.. 50/50 chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-6286277138950148547?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/6286277138950148547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=6286277138950148547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/6286277138950148547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/6286277138950148547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/01/mixed-up-pissed-off.html' title='mixed up, pissed off!'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-9090967202540043428</id><published>2009-01-01T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:38:34.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fireworks are equal to big stars</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR Y'ALL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba ito. new year na new year nasa bahay ako. and i'm so so so *SO* bored!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing productive happening here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night na nga lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we went to MOA and there we celebrated our new year. it was fun. especially when the rain stopped. but on our way home. it started raining again. what could i do? mother nature is doing here thing eh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any, i hope that this year would be really different from all the other years that have gone. i really want to have a memorable 2009. i want 2009 to be a quiet yet exciting year. i want it to be where all my wishes would come true. can't wait for 09-09-09.. cool date!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-9090967202540043428?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/9090967202540043428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=9090967202540043428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/9090967202540043428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/9090967202540043428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2009/01/fireworks-are-equal-to-big-stars.html' title='fireworks are equal to big stars'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-6273960378964059001</id><published>2008-12-29T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:25:23.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWNGRADED!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>today, was a very common day. today is the date wherein my planner starts. yes, my planner starts on december 29. how weird!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any, today, jem and cham went to my house, again!!!! wala naman silang ginawa dito kundi kumain. at least they brought their own food kasi wala akong papakain sa kanila if ever. haha. :))))))) then, we went to aika's house. there we watched shrek the third and ate again. hahaha :))))))))))))))) we called i-ris and pau. but short conversations lang naman yun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, i went home. and watch charlie and the chocolate factory. great!!!! for the seventy-seventh time!!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my phone was DOWNGRADED!!!!!! from my new motorola razr, im back to nokia 6600. this will go on up to january 4. "masisira daw flex ko pag di ko tinigilan pag gamit sa phone ko this christmas break" &lt;-- my mommy. GREAT!!!! JUST GREAT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-6273960378964059001?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/6273960378964059001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=6273960378964059001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/6273960378964059001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/6273960378964059001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2008/12/downgraded.html' title='DOWNGRADED!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-1453128852014717301</id><published>2008-12-25T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:35:06.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a chick with guns that drives hot rides.</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL PEOPLE OUT THERE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU JANINE PASCUA DE VERA!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for your "christmas gift" to me. you made me smile. as in smile talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, was christmas so we went somewhere in Pandacan, Manila. i was wearing a black dress so i looked a bit older than my age. anyway, i was with my whole family, as in my lolo and lola, my titos and titas, my whole family, and of course my cousins. it was really fun. after lunch, we parted ways and we (my family) went to bonifacio high street. actually, there was nothing much to see. there, it was so "buliding-y". after that, we decided to go to eastwood mall. infairness, the interior was nice, purple-ish. it was nice there. many of the stores were either close for christmas or just plainly still close. so we ended up going to timezone. since my brother bought along his card thingy he just uploaded credits but for me, i had to buy a new card since i left my wallet at home. after paying for my card my mom asked me if we would like to sing. and even though i really don't know how to sing, i still sang. we ended up singing songs my dad picked. actually, they are not that old. most of the songs that we sang were just introduced a few years ago. when we got bored my dad, my brother, and i played the games you see at timezone. i played racing games and gun *bang bang* games. and basketball too. me and my dad were against each other. and he lost against me twice out of two games that we played. and by the way, i did all of those while still wearing my remarkable little black dress!!! and now we are here. at home resting after a very tiring day. how fascinating. :))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-1453128852014717301?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/1453128852014717301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=1453128852014717301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1453128852014717301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/1453128852014717301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-chick-with-guns-that-drives-hot.html' title='i am a chick with guns that drives hot rides.'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-7647662033132291600</id><published>2008-12-25T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:03:37.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Else Was Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hello Tricia :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hello everybody out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yo, date! :-j&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would like to apologize for hacking your blog &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You see, this Christmas break turned out to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; unproductive one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I do not like being unproductive ... most of the time, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was supposed to do some Adobe exploration but unfortunately I could not install it in our computer. WTH. That pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tried multiply but I ended up staring at my page for 10 minutes. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went to a certain site to watch some Japanese/Chinese/Anything-ESE drama but the video was taking an awfully long time to load. That pissed me off. AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I changed my&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stupidityimpulses.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; skin yesterday and I can't change it today 'cause that would be freakin' stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Soooo, I ended up fixing &lt;strong&gt;YOURS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sorry for sticking my intrusive nose into your blog affairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's a pity this blog is not &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Believe me, I tried to look for pink skins but all that came out were ones with fairies and teddy bears and rabbits and you know, child stuff? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I did find some that were okay. But they were not PINK &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I know you like your stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (whatever stuff that may be) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;really, REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I settled for this one. It's not entirely pink but I like it. It's cute, isn't it? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh My Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am prattling. Haha:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I shall now end this nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for intruding :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, &lt;a href="http://stupidityimpulses.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;JANINE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-7647662033132291600?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/7647662033132291600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=7647662033132291600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/7647662033132291600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/7647662033132291600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2008/12/somebody-else-was-here.html' title='Somebody Else Was Here'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-7609651035830372657</id><published>2008-10-09T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:42:39.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous lines which are not so famous... AT ALL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is really a better day than yesterday. &lt;s&gt;And the day before yesterday.&lt;/s&gt; English MQT was so WRONG, hard, and difficult all at the same time. What else? I'm so happy today. Soooo happy. I built a house! With a CHIMNEY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Text mode; Tricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;3's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PINK!!! (blink blink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is so fun. Magddownload na ko ng Q Basic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm so happy, happy, happy, happy, happy today. And Janine knows why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;COMMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course I do. Haha:)) --Janine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I didn't bring my History book home so all my stuff would be pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Myx VJ Search afro guy is singing. Disturbing disturbia!&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna say pa ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh! I have this favorite person &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;COMMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Na favorite din namin ni Pauline:&gt; --Janine) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and I call her PLASMA. Kasi kasing tangkad niya yung plasma TV pag nakapatong sa sahig. Haha! And I also love my "BESTFRIEND" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;COMMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Na bestfriend din ni Faye:&gt; --Janine) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HI SPECIAL FRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You're my special friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Naiinis ako sa isang tao!! Feeling niya naman tinitignan ko siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;COMMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Go Tricia! I'm cheering for youuu! --Janine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Hindi siya yung inaakyat ko. AT MAS LALONG HINDI SIYA YUNG PINUNTA KO SA PENTHOUSE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;COMMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Go Tricia! Ipaghiganti mo ko! --Janine) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And most of all, HINDI SIYA YUNG TINITIGNAN KO! FEELING NAMAN NIYA ANG GANDA NIYA. Oo, sige. May itsura siya &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;COMMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; MERON NGA! :&gt; --Janine) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pero para sa kanya ang galing niya. TWO TIMING B*TCH, takot sa matao, takot sa maliwanag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In short, MATAKOT KA RIN SAKIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;COMMENT:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, kanina pa ko comment ng comment. Any, I LOVED THAT! --Janine) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"DON'T ASSUME. KASI PAG NAG-ASSUME KA, MASASAKTAN KA LANG!" --Sir Andy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mali ka ng inaassuman at mas lalo ng mali ka ng kinalaban! You don't know what I could do and things that could do woudn't make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Tricia's evil tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. This blog entry was typed by Janine. That's why I have so many comments there. Haha:)) Peaaace. But it was Tricia who made this. I was typing, she was talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-7609651035830372657?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/7609651035830372657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=7609651035830372657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/7609651035830372657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/7609651035830372657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2008/10/famous-lines-which-are-not-so-famous-at.html' title='Famous lines which are not so famous... AT ALL!!'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128958631910589058.post-5214047078811006587</id><published>2008-10-07T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:52:15.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promises are meant to be broken</title><content type='html'>i feel so bad.. i think the meanest person on earth. but i was pissed. what could i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a brand new day. i would get some rest actually, a lot of rest i hope. i would have time to think about things and to see was really is the right thing to do. and maybe, God would lead me right and just "magically" wake up the next morning, knowing the answer to my "problem" alam ko ang babaw ng reason ko para magalit but gets? if ever you were in my position what would you do? i know you would do the same. malabo man ang mga nangyayari. everything will be clear aftrwards. i just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahal na si God tomorrow. its a brand new day which means ita a new beginning. its time to close the chapter of OCTOBER 7, 2008 and open the chapter of OCTOBER 8, 2008. things would come to order. everyone would stop with all this non-sense.. why did this even start in the first place?? i dunno. i just want to know, why is this happening again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128958631910589058-5214047078811006587?l=triciatotherescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/feeds/5214047078811006587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128958631910589058&amp;postID=5214047078811006587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/5214047078811006587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128958631910589058/posts/default/5214047078811006587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triciatotherescue.blogspot.com/2008/10/promises-are-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='promises are meant to be broken'/><author><name>♥ tricia ♥</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5de7VfxrTCg/StQZM5wBxPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7amEAUFbqS4/S220/pic8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
