<?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-5118815797389152945</id><updated>2011-08-16T01:33:33.989-07:00</updated><category term='soulja crew'/><category term='term'/><category term='babble'/><category term='original poem'/><category term='sad'/><category term='visual hooks'/><category term='cuts'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='cry'/><category term='tired'/><category term='giddy'/><category term='nicol noble'/><category term='unlucky'/><category term='short film'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='perflit'/><category term='thesis statement'/><category term='here'/><category term='date'/><category term='hyper'/><category 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term='going with the flow'/><category term='shaine'/><category term='monthsary'/><category term='novels'/><title type='text'>Rainbows and Cookies</title><subtitle type='html'>Weaved Thoughts of Ideality: There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in proportion.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7318730365005626659</id><published>2011-08-16T01:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:33:34.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I feel like trying my voice out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I think my voice has talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Maybe it's a sign? Hahaha. I've been having a bit of a small breakdown regarding life at the moment (I do miss my ducklings a lot). Maybe a job that's really random would take my mind off of the harsh reality of &lt;i&gt;death&lt;/i&gt;. Cynical, might be. Or maybe I just need some ice cream in my system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Double dutch ice cream does sound good right about now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-7318730365005626659?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7318730365005626659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7318730365005626659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7318730365005626659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7318730365005626659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-i-know-what-voldemort-feels-like.html' title='I feel like trying my voice out.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3905946494687912152</id><published>2010-02-27T03:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T03:12:43.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-direct me to somewhere better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Follow me on LiveJournal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll probably get lost in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://ellicole.livejournal.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-3905946494687912152?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3905946494687912152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3905946494687912152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3905946494687912152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3905946494687912152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2010/02/re-direct-me-to-somewhere-better.html' title='Re-direct me to somewhere better.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8127615236812832698</id><published>2009-06-30T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:21:30.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabaw.</title><content type='html'>I didn't mean to make you jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Nor make you feel like you're worthless to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to keep you guessing--&lt;br /&gt;whether I'm dating on days I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to keep using your friends--&lt;br /&gt;into making you the funny guy I loved seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help but love the way you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;after all the curses and the screams of frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to take care of you and--&lt;br /&gt;make you feel like you're not alone. I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I won't leave you alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8127615236812832698?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8127615236812832698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8127615236812832698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8127615236812832698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8127615236812832698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabaw.html' title='Sabaw.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8076027676472614170</id><published>2009-04-26T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:01:02.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't say.</title><content type='html'>But I just like it when you care.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're an asshole about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't stop. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even when you said you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, deep inside, just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8076027676472614170?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8076027676472614170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8076027676472614170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8076027676472614170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8076027676472614170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-say.html' title='Can&apos;t say.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-5056331839379194386</id><published>2009-04-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:57:10.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Level lower than before.</title><content type='html'>When you kissed me on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;           On the cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;                    On my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And told me you missed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And told me you loved me--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;            as a sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't you erase those messages, then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... why can't I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not about listening to words anymore... but listening to actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So tell me, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, what do you really want? What are you telling me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because getting drunk alone can't numb the feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were there. You were frowning. You were worrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care of yourself. I'm always worrying for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But... what do you want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-5056331839379194386?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5056331839379194386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=5056331839379194386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5056331839379194386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5056331839379194386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/level-lower-than-before.html' title='Level lower than before.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3336856476816217264</id><published>2009-04-24T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:37:27.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate sad endings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So right now, the book I've been focusing on is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Omens&lt;/span&gt; since I have four days to read it before the owner takes it back. Anyways, from what I've gathered, it's about the planning of the apocalypse and the fallen angel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crowley&lt;/span&gt; is aiding Hell to victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this story that I've read in the book--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more like information about a place, but it has a story, nonetheless--&lt;/span&gt;and it's about this saint, Beryl. She was betrothed to this pagan, Prince Casimir. On their wedding night, she prayed to God for Him to intercede but instead, he gave her the ability of endless chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was strangled by the prince and she died as a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hate sad endings.&lt;br /&gt;So I switch the TV off--&lt;br /&gt;and turn it on again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoping the ending would change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5118815797389152945-3336856476816217264?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3336856476816217264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3336856476816217264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3336856476816217264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3336856476816217264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-sad-endings.html' title='I hate sad endings.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7254380154664989573</id><published>2009-04-23T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:57:44.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo nga pala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi nga pala tayo,&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito lang ako,&lt;br /&gt;Nangangarap na mapa-sayo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've expected too much. I guess it's time for me to back down. Even for just a little. &lt;em&gt;Because I'm lucky you're a good friend&lt;/em&gt;. And maybe, the reason why since I've met you--&lt;em&gt;and I've felt those butterflies&lt;/em&gt;--I couldn't seem to look for anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed those butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't felt those in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I dreamt of that.&lt;br /&gt;That dance that you got.&lt;br /&gt;Sway of hips and small pecks.&lt;br /&gt;Lips against each other's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said dreams don't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;I wish they did sometimes.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-7254380154664989573?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7254380154664989573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7254380154664989573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7254380154664989573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7254380154664989573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/oo-nga-pala.html' title='Oo nga pala.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6261150581339765055</id><published>2009-04-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:59:51.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For a change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Se9IwwIJssI/AAAAAAAAByM/NrXPhvSX7VM/s1600-h/IMG_7458.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's my breather?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why I always seek for the pain that comes along with knowledge. Like when I read a really long, boring book... in the end, even if it's one tiny fact, I actually have the pleasure to learn something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And sometimes, with emotions it feels as if when I hurt, I'll always have the reason to fight more for it because it's worth it in the end. Or so I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny how everything conspires against me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The people I love as friends fall for me. And the guy I want to fall for me just won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I'll always be seen as the girl who's one of the guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But hey, since it's a privilege... I'm happy.&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/5118815797389152945-6261150581339765055?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6261150581339765055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6261150581339765055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6261150581339765055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6261150581339765055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-change.html' title='For a change.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4153363401502826419</id><published>2009-04-21T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:58:48.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future is where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad gave me a talk about my future and compared it to his from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the reason why he's so loose with me... because he never got that freedom from before. And I'm grateful that he understands me. I really, really do. But for him to say that I've lost my identity--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I honestly don't think I have precise one, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for him to say that I'm not doing well with my classes... well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once upon a time I had fours in almost all my terms&lt;/span&gt; and he didn't even notice them. He just said, "is that the biggest grade you've got?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... well, it is, technically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just feel so under-appreciated.&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/5118815797389152945-4153363401502826419?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4153363401502826419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4153363401502826419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4153363401502826419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4153363401502826419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/future.html' title='Future is where?'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1221142924794788496</id><published>2009-04-21T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:59:20.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation is like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, you should paint my love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;are so annoyingly &lt;u&gt;weird&lt;/u&gt;! I swear, I don't know why I even like you sometimes! You probably even &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; that I like you. But then you tease me to Mr Potter and my exes! From my analysis of men from before, when they tease you, it means they like you but you! Omg. You are &lt;em&gt;so different&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because I know you &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; want sex. &lt;em&gt;Oh, but not from me, right? Cos I'm &lt;strong&gt;one of the guys&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I don't even know if &lt;em&gt;I'm your type&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your brother said I was. But then again, maybe your brother is screwing around with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So why the hell am I wasting my time with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-1221142924794788496?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1221142924794788496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1221142924794788496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1221142924794788496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1221142924794788496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/infatuation.html' title='Infatuation is like.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3552889511831000352</id><published>2009-04-19T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:09:30.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We do it like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;April 18, 2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;An interesting day, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I awaited to be picked up by Topet at my pad, my friends: Ralph and Vya, hungout at my place and we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Longest Yard&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old School&lt;/span&gt;. But then again, I was doing my papers while they were cuddling on my bed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went off around 6 PM, though. And I was left to ponder whether I would still get out of the house. And Topet texted that he was gonna pick me up around 9 or so. The asshole picked me up at 10. Haha. And I was already so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got in the car, he "introduced" me to two of his friends that I already know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he said, "Where's your glasses? Aw, now you don't look like a secretary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only roll my eyes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a turd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; stayed quiet the whole trip and he was curious why I wasn't so talkative and hyper. I can only smile in the darkness and basically, I just felt awkward being the only girl in the car. So &lt;em&gt;he wrapped his arms around me and held me close--when he noticed his friends looking, he loosened his hold but didn't move.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. But it was fun listening to them being perverted assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the bar and he paid for my entrance. Haha, and he should since he was the one who invited me and all. Tsk. We went inside and we saw a lot of Canlubangers there. Haha. That term is really retarded but anyways--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--basically, what went on that night was he bought me a WengWeng and I drank two beers. I was supposed to help him look for a woman, but all he got was me. Haha. He didn't leave my side and he acted like a protective boyfriend. &lt;em&gt;He held my hand and hugged me from behind. He took my hand and danced with me at the side. It felt as if I was the only person around as he took my frail body and held it against his own. &lt;/em&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I destroyed private property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It ain't a party when you don't destroy private property. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bouncer even gave me a long lecture about getting drunk. Haha. And Topet was just there, laughing at me. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I puked on the side of the street. Humiliating night, but fun nonetheless. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's stopping you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not his type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are. Just let him do the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I realized in the car that... as he held me in his arms and rubbed my back to calm me down, he really is a gentleman. And the whole night, when he was supposed to have fun and not even mind me that much, he never left my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why... but suddenly, I felt butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-3552889511831000352?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3552889511831000352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3552889511831000352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3552889511831000352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3552889511831000352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-do-it-like-that.html' title='We do it like that.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3697442203773164779</id><published>2009-04-18T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:05:08.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And here I thought--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're nice one time and an asshole on another. And I don't know whether you're here for laughs or spell trouble. Dear, why won't you try to give me a scream? I want to tell you how much I hate it when you keep on swaying on other women's feet when--&lt;em&gt;I'm. Right. Here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then again, you remind me so much of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're nice one time. An asshole on another... but then again, you spell trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shouldn't even fall for all the dirty tricks my mind plays when all you want is to get laid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-3697442203773164779?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3697442203773164779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3697442203773164779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3697442203773164779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3697442203773164779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-here-i-thought.html' title='And here I thought--'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2029224893734467440</id><published>2009-04-17T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:07:44.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In front of you.</title><content type='html'>notice those stares.&lt;br /&gt;amidst perfect &lt;em&gt;stairs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice me.&lt;br /&gt;you stupid idiot.&lt;br /&gt;and why i hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-2029224893734467440?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2029224893734467440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2029224893734467440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2029224893734467440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2029224893734467440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-front-of-you.html' title='In front of you.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4021180434400246615</id><published>2009-04-16T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:06:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knocking on my door, just a little.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've got this cut from last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It hurts and I want it gone. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, too much to drink. Hangover is a bitch. Jager shots &amp;amp; Jagerbombs, vodka, mudshake, and TonTonaters. Joke times, creepy times. All the same... they're all good times. The cross-shaped stars point to the north. And the big dipper at the opposite side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you get lost, just look for them up at the sky. You'll find your way. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr. Prick, who do you think is so pretty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr. Good Guy, is it okay for me to pick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr. I-Don't-Care, would you rather I stay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr. I'm-Not-There, do you even miss those days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4021180434400246615?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4021180434400246615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4021180434400246615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4021180434400246615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4021180434400246615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/knocking-on-my-door-just-little.html' title='Knocking on my door, just a little.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4874403558171755775</id><published>2009-04-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:22:49.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my own self-worth and man.</title><content type='html'>I'm dealing with reality and trying to survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4874403558171755775?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4874403558171755775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4874403558171755775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4874403558171755775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4874403558171755775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-my-own-self-worth-and-man.html' title='I am my own self-worth and man.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-903220819849514757</id><published>2009-04-13T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:30:57.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From what I've heard--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;--destiny is death. It's our free will that gives us the choice how we get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324245174547985938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SeOExvYFNhI/AAAAAAAABx8/VMmylftW0_E/s400/12242406.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is essential is invisible to the eye... and most likely, it's my intuition that always serves me right. *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-903220819849514757?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/903220819849514757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=903220819849514757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/903220819849514757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/903220819849514757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-what-ive-heard.html' title='From what I&apos;ve heard--'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SeOExvYFNhI/AAAAAAAABx8/VMmylftW0_E/s72-c/12242406.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7807675182275429799</id><published>2009-04-11T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:15:30.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SeB7guYoXfI/AAAAAAAABw0/E0Xl23ASOMc/s1600-h/IMG_8128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SeB7guYoXfI/AAAAAAAABw0/E0Xl23ASOMc/s320/IMG_8128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323390561689296370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I don't know what to do or feel anymore. :)&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/5118815797389152945-7807675182275429799?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7807675182275429799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7807675182275429799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7807675182275429799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7807675182275429799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-smile.html' title='Just smile.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SeB7guYoXfI/AAAAAAAABw0/E0Xl23ASOMc/s72-c/IMG_8128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3430046538143174286</id><published>2009-04-09T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:27:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close your eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sd3bXTkFB7I/AAAAAAAABrw/szJRPIDeTK8/s1600-h/IMG_7735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sd3bXTkFB7I/AAAAAAAABrw/szJRPIDeTK8/s320/IMG_7735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322651528056866738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;When are you coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't leave me, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to watch the fireworks before--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's such a shame&lt;/span&gt;--but I took them so you can see them and remember that within darkness, there's light at the end of the day. More beautiful, vibrant with different colours--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scattered&lt;/span&gt;--in blank canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because when I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you. Just you.&lt;br /&gt;Only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you're slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m o v i n g  o n&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;While I'm stuck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;in this&lt;br /&gt;make-believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;fairytale&lt;br /&gt;with no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ha p py- end in g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5118815797389152945-3430046538143174286?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3430046538143174286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3430046538143174286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3430046538143174286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3430046538143174286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/close-your-eyes.html' title='Close your eyes.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sd3bXTkFB7I/AAAAAAAABrw/szJRPIDeTK8/s72-c/IMG_7735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-5227761018540966888</id><published>2009-04-08T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:37:23.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay pag-ibig.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pusong inakalang ayos na...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pusong bigong hindi pa rin humihilom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bakit ka ganyan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322344903701623058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SdzEfa0-8RI/AAAAAAAABro/hJKfQ8PEGJA/s320/Only.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;[litrato na ginawa bago pa mag-hiwalay. Sayang at hindi mo nakita.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ikaw pa rin ang laman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-5227761018540966888?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5227761018540966888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=5227761018540966888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5227761018540966888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5227761018540966888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/04/hay-pag-ibig.html' title='Hay pag-ibig.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SdzEfa0-8RI/AAAAAAAABro/hJKfQ8PEGJA/s72-c/Only.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7966149017839520127</id><published>2009-03-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:55:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--even with everything you're putting me through, I still find all the little things that keeps on making me love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316412233324194786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScewwjbUa-I/AAAAAAAABrg/U4pVSzhQego/s320/IMG_4744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hungout with ate Anna, MJ, and James today at The Point. Haha. And then hungout and chatted and met up with other Koreans. It was absolutely fun. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-7966149017839520127?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7966149017839520127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7966149017839520127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7966149017839520127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7966149017839520127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wonder-why.html' title='I wonder why--'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScewwjbUa-I/AAAAAAAABrg/U4pVSzhQego/s72-c/IMG_4744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4986124095154040951</id><published>2009-03-22T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:25:00.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I--</title><content type='html'>--am still crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4986124095154040951?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4986124095154040951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4986124095154040951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4986124095154040951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4986124095154040951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/i.html' title='I--'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-5686997550360967235</id><published>2009-03-21T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:51:01.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd let everything he does go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScXDEq1LvoI/AAAAAAAABrY/TkOqiEdj6lo/s1600-h/213051d9dovu07ls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315869420164988546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScXDEq1LvoI/AAAAAAAABrY/TkOqiEdj6lo/s320/213051d9dovu07ls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Uta no youni, koori tsuku kisetsu sae kaeranara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not trying to win you back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to win you over.&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl crush, I'm no sober.&lt;br /&gt;But baby, all I want is to win you over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I didn't go to any of my Saturday classes. I decided to become a bad influence to my friend, Alexis, and we played L4D instead and met up with Nap at PC Buts and Tacky at 7/11. Around nighttime, ate Anna picked me up and we went to the church for the Lenten Recollection. Afterwards, we dropped off some people at Brgy. Malamig and I'm seriously tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh, and I'm posting a new novel on Facebook called, "&lt;em&gt;Star-Deceased&lt;/em&gt;". The title sounds weird so it might be just a temporary name. Anyways, excerpt? Here you go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“So… you’re going to treat us out, right?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He smirked as my head turned to him in shock, my jaw dropped and my eyes wide open. My voice wouldn’t come out from my lips as I mouthed the words, but not saying them.“W-what?” I stuttered. “B-but… I’m broke!”He raised a brow at me and said haughtily, “I just saw earlier that you had six hundred bucks in your wallet, rich kid.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I cringed and he knew he won. &lt;em&gt;The bastard&lt;/em&gt;, I seethed silently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-5686997550360967235?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5686997550360967235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=5686997550360967235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5686997550360967235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5686997550360967235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/youd-let-everything-he-does-go.html' title='You&apos;d let everything he does go.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScXDEq1LvoI/AAAAAAAABrY/TkOqiEdj6lo/s72-c/213051d9dovu07ls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7426129962371478688</id><published>2009-03-19T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:42:19.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving mountains.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScJZnK_gY2I/AAAAAAAABrQ/E4dzedbtQPw/s1600-h/IMG_4584+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScJZnK_gY2I/AAAAAAAABrQ/E4dzedbtQPw/s320/IMG_4584+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314909039751095138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even release the tears I'm holding on to in my own room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to let them out. But I can't. I don't want to look weak in front of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my heart open, ready and steady. And when I checked again, it was gone and all that was left were trails of blood... almost forgotten. I can do this, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do when the psychological / emotional problem I have started in my very own home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could, I'll fight for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you let me, I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want, I'll stay for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't... no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Tears, don't you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not now. If you can--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;never at all.&lt;/span&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/5118815797389152945-7426129962371478688?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7426129962371478688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7426129962371478688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7426129962371478688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7426129962371478688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-mountains.html' title='Moving mountains.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScJZnK_gY2I/AAAAAAAABrQ/E4dzedbtQPw/s72-c/IMG_4584+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6890596755433872536</id><published>2009-03-18T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:59:54.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Luckie me, luckie you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScDwCyrNWOI/AAAAAAAABrI/juVAltFC4QA/s1600-h/IMG_7221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314511491050592482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScDwCyrNWOI/AAAAAAAABrI/juVAltFC4QA/s320/IMG_7221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I HAVE A NEW PUPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I don't know what to name her, yet. Haha! My sisters keep on teasing me to name her after... *cough*, though so I could remember him but then again... she's a girl. Haha! But I want to name her Luckie, though. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well... today~ I hung out with Lexy and Myco! We played Left4Dead and then ate at Mc D's for some late lunch around... 2 PM. Haha! Afterwards, some ice cream and slurpees at 7/11. Then we went to Bel Air 1 and chilled at Myco's pad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We played with his game console and talked. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't know I was talked of by friends that I trusted. Really... who can I trust nowadays? Haha! Seriously, people. I'm trying to attract &lt;strong&gt;good Karma&lt;/strong&gt;. Help me out here, won't you? I don't want to think that I'm going to sail alone here in this journey with issues that I have yet to sort out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And wish me luck on this plan I have! Can't wait. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-6890596755433872536?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6890596755433872536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6890596755433872536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6890596755433872536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6890596755433872536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/luckie-me-luckie-you.html' title='Luckie me, luckie you.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScDwCyrNWOI/AAAAAAAABrI/juVAltFC4QA/s72-c/IMG_7221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8514979777999550637</id><published>2009-03-17T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:11:48.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Tues-date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sb-7KIpEiFI/AAAAAAAABq4/kmgkt5mjd8A/s1600-h/2623_74576780784_581610784_2035167_4790265_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314171868113307730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sb-7KIpEiFI/AAAAAAAABq4/kmgkt5mjd8A/s320/2623_74576780784_581610784_2035167_4790265_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A date with two of my BBs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed them muchos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad note&lt;/strong&gt;: Failed TRIGMAT due to absences. Shiz. And I look dead... in a weird pale way. Haha! And I'm scared of commuting now. I thought I was going to die as the tricycle driver drove too fast along the dark road going to my village. Ugh. Must. Remember: No such thing as luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8514979777999550637?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8514979777999550637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8514979777999550637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8514979777999550637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8514979777999550637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/tues-date.html' title='Tues-date.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sb-7KIpEiFI/AAAAAAAABq4/kmgkt5mjd8A/s72-c/2623_74576780784_581610784_2035167_4790265_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8853311558963667608</id><published>2009-03-16T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:31:13.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jam'/><title type='text'>I laugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Happy 21st birthday, Kyle Lazo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314473296046217938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScDNTjMiWtI/AAAAAAAABrA/kwmAZktR5d8/s320/DSCN1053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had uuuuuber fun jamming with you guys. And your dad is so awesome. Haha. Anyways, the food was great. The company was great. The jamming was great. And although it drizzled, it was still great. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My voice changed, though. Haha. But it sounds "cooler" or so Paul Junio says. Haha! And apparently, I was a "gatecrasher" even though I was unofficially invited by people. Haha! Ohwells. :P&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/5118815797389152945-8853311558963667608?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8853311558963667608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8853311558963667608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8853311558963667608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8853311558963667608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-laugh.html' title='I laugh.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/ScDNTjMiWtI/AAAAAAAABrA/kwmAZktR5d8/s72-c/DSCN1053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2556608221323813128</id><published>2009-03-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:10:57.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going with the flow'/><title type='text'>Hey happiness.</title><content type='html'>Independence. Freedom. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;He's in love with the world and--&lt;br /&gt;sometimes these feelings can be so misleading,&lt;br /&gt;He turns and says, "Are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I must be fine cause my heart's still beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just can't wait for summer to come. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... still in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. Still hooked. But hey, what can a girl do? Just wait and let him come to you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sb0ZvQUnp9I/AAAAAAAABqo/fwM0O4Bb3Ps/s1600-h/IMG_4837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sb0ZvQUnp9I/AAAAAAAABqo/fwM0O4Bb3Ps/s320/IMG_4837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313431434993051602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Note to self&lt;/span&gt;: I seriously should try becoming an actress someday. I'm so good at acting it makes me want to slam my head against the wall. Haha!&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/5118815797389152945-2556608221323813128?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2556608221323813128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2556608221323813128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2556608221323813128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2556608221323813128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-happiness.html' title='Hey happiness.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sb0ZvQUnp9I/AAAAAAAABqo/fwM0O4Bb3Ps/s72-c/IMG_4837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1675199559801271235</id><published>2009-03-14T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:49:20.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have 302 blogs--</title><content type='html'>--and you're in 289 blog &lt;a href="http://gossipxqueen.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-heart-breaks-it-dont-break-even.html"&gt;posts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sometimes, silence is the loudest kind of noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back when it was so easy. Like one, two, three... without the square roots and the variables from a to z. Like when chemistry didn't mean check out the temperature and if the ingredients were right, but how you blend with the person you love and how you feel happy when they're around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back when holding hands meant never letting go and keeping you till the end of the get-go. Like when poetry is romantic and the words used were deep and the response would be ecstatic. Like when playing with her hair meant &lt;strong&gt;I like you&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;I don't mind spending this time with you&lt;/em&gt;, because it meant so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like when you get lost, you stay where you are and wait. Because you'll know someone will look for you... and someone will always find you. Like when you were at the smoking area and you were writing on the ground as I watched you from afar. Wishing I was there to draw with you, talk to you, laugh with you, and just be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And back when all I have ever done was write you love poems. And some days there will be the occassional &lt;em&gt;hurt poetry&lt;/em&gt; but they wouldn't really matter. Because deep down, there will always be those love poems amidst the scary black cloud that surrounds it. And I wrote you those love poems, everyday, with those soft sweet words of surrender when I kiss your jaw and snuggle on the crook of your neck--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--and all I ever wanted was your kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Want to kiss you beneath that mane of hair. Want to kiss you as I hugged you from the back and your nape ready and bare. Want to kiss you with open eyes and smile as I see your eyes closed. Want to kiss you in front of strangers, uncaring and display of how everything is. Want to kiss you on your earlobe and see your lips lift up to a grin. Want to kiss you on the nose, your cheeks, your eyes, your lids, your eyebrows, want to play with your hair as I hold your head steady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Want to kiss you and tell you I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But that was back when it was so easy as ABC and not caring how many numbers there are after one, two, three. So now I keep all these feelings bottled up in silence. And time is all I'm counting on when all I want will come amidst this space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Because sometimes, silence... really is the loudest kind of noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312977208651579586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sbt8nzVsgMI/AAAAAAAABqg/vd7IwGW4ynk/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-1675199559801271235?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1675199559801271235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1675199559801271235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1675199559801271235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1675199559801271235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-302-blogs.html' title='I have 302 blogs--'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sbt8nzVsgMI/AAAAAAAABqg/vd7IwGW4ynk/s72-c/IMG_3648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3890763828999255100</id><published>2009-03-13T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:03:30.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next time I hold her, I won't let her go, he says.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;If he still loves you, then he'll go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;If he comes back to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;... then you'll know it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312620430225695218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sbo4IkIV4fI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Ks610irGYKI/s320/IMG_6822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last day of the CA week. Wasn't what I expected... wasn't what I wanted. But then it happened. So really... who could I blame? Haha. Life... it's some crazy shit that I have to live. And I lost &lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt; weight. Damn. I'm a skeleton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had so much &lt;a href="http://d.scribd.com/docs/22oegprfcg6lnyhf7r85.pdf"&gt;optimism&lt;/a&gt; last night. I was so positive that I was grinning like crazy. I had so much &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;, but then again... today. I wasn't even so sure about it. Haha! People keep on asking me how I was holding up--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I want to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I'd say I want to blow you... away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Guess I'm wishing my life away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;With these things I'll never say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-3890763828999255100?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3890763828999255100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3890763828999255100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3890763828999255100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3890763828999255100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-time-i-hold-her-i-wont-let-her-go.html' title='Next time I hold her, I won&apos;t let her go, he says.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sbo4IkIV4fI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Ks610irGYKI/s72-c/IMG_6822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6132948632975071809</id><published>2009-03-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:57:56.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh damn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sbk-_pHgnVI/AAAAAAAABqI/r70fSlw2wG8/s1600-h/sv_lims-challenge7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312346498550242642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sbk-_pHgnVI/AAAAAAAABqI/r70fSlw2wG8/s400/sv_lims-challenge7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is optimism such a bad thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And--people keep on telling me... "&lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt;" but then my heart (and the beer talking) tells me that I should start on "&lt;em&gt;the work&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isn't it too early?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Pre, malay mo--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;bukas wala ng oras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Mas maganda ng--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;maaga. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-6132948632975071809?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6132948632975071809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6132948632975071809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6132948632975071809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6132948632975071809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-damn.html' title='Oh damn.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sbk-_pHgnVI/AAAAAAAABqI/r70fSlw2wG8/s72-c/sv_lims-challenge7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7740721820967468334</id><published>2009-03-11T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:19:37.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A corner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sbe6K29qaRI/AAAAAAAABp4/a3qlR-ayuZ4/s1600-h/IMG_6722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311918981222394130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sbe6K29qaRI/AAAAAAAABp4/a3qlR-ayuZ4/s320/IMG_6722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-7740721820967468334?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7740721820967468334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7740721820967468334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7740721820967468334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7740721820967468334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/corner.html' title='A corner.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sbe6K29qaRI/AAAAAAAABp4/a3qlR-ayuZ4/s72-c/IMG_6722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6337888609674003098</id><published>2009-03-10T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:15:10.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><title type='text'>I lost four pounds in two days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everywhere I go, there you go. With that goofy smile and that hilarious laugh. I open my eyes wide and I can see you there. When I blink for a minute, you go away. But when I close my eyes and imagine, I can feel your kisses. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311607244924466866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbaepawdNrI/AAAAAAAABpw/5O7Ekg18D4Y/s320/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;[this is the look of a girl with no sleep.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Might've failed my TRIGMAT exam again... but I'm trying to attract the good vibes so no. I'm not going to fail. Yes? Haha! Oh! And I curled my hair. I like it. I might do it continuously from now on. Just to distract myself right now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Burger King. &lt;strong&gt;Sundae&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;White Chicks&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Half-Baked&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Little black dress&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lingerie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Groceries.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-6337888609674003098?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6337888609674003098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6337888609674003098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6337888609674003098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6337888609674003098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-lost-four-pounds-in-two-days.html' title='I lost four pounds in two days.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbaepawdNrI/AAAAAAAABpw/5O7Ekg18D4Y/s72-c/DSC00150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8386861293991096574</id><published>2009-03-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:27:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8386861293991096574?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8386861293991096574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8386861293991096574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8386861293991096574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8386861293991096574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6316120640072765892</id><published>2009-03-08T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:16:58.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mix'/><title type='text'>Fever dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPTG9o6gPI/AAAAAAAABpQ/hzqRbatmCuE/s1600-h/IMG_57641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310820502178791666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPTG9o6gPI/AAAAAAAABpQ/hzqRbatmCuE/s320/IMG_57641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the mornings when I wake up--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--I would wish you were beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-6316120640072765892?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6316120640072765892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6316120640072765892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6316120640072765892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6316120640072765892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/fever-dreams.html' title='Fever dreams.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPTG9o6gPI/AAAAAAAABpQ/hzqRbatmCuE/s72-c/IMG_57641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1144473512006235339</id><published>2009-03-07T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:28:55.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ang Unang Kendeng ni Nene.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was late for DEVCOMM class for an hour--&lt;em&gt;like always&lt;/em&gt;. It was our report for our COMCOMM today. I think we did well. Thank God. Around lunch time, our professor dismissed us early, so Lex, Cat, Jem, Sandovie, and I went to Paseo and had lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lex and I went around to ask for prices. We then went to Humana and was going to ask Roy for a price list, but apparently, he was busy. So we went to Jollibee instead and ate lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After some lunch, which was around 2 PM, we were already late for our next class. Lex and I went back to Humana and picked up Jordan and Sho. We went to class, but not really. After that stupid stupid time, we went back to Humana and hungout till 6-something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819469117478962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPSK1L52DI/AAAAAAAABpI/k8xjk_m4MJU/s320/IMG-9123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We (Bee, Roy, Sho, Jordan, Mickey and I) went to Bicutan for Ralph's gig at The Checkpoint Bar under Brainchild Productions that night. We were early so we went to Pizza Hut and ate dinner. When we went back, we were still early so we stayed on the front steps with the rest of the semi-early people. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPRc9BuNjI/AAAAAAAABow/IghfA_VehBI/s1600-h/IMG_6245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310818680948274738" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPRc9BuNjI/AAAAAAAABow/IghfA_VehBI/s200/IMG_6245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPRdDnH7ZI/AAAAAAAABo4/u7NmaIS0fiw/s1600-h/IMG_6214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310818682715762066" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPRdDnH7ZI/AAAAAAAABo4/u7NmaIS0fiw/s200/IMG_6214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bands who played were just awesome. Really. The range was from Metal, Chill, JRock, and Rock. Mostly metal. I had fun. Went home around 4.30 AM really, really tired that I fell asleep in the car in Joji's arms. Unfortunately, he had to move to the back, because there was already space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPRcqYUv_I/AAAAAAAABoo/uC6ELGxU0Jg/s1600-h/IMG_6450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310818675942801394" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPRcqYUv_I/AAAAAAAABoo/uC6ELGxU0Jg/s200/IMG_6450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPRdqjp8wI/AAAAAAAABpA/UZzVtUmWSOg/s1600-h/IMG_6373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310818693170197250" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPRdqjp8wI/AAAAAAAABpA/UZzVtUmWSOg/s200/IMG_6373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you, Roy, for the awesome day. Thank you, Jordiee, for lending me your 50 MM lens. And thank you, Bumbum... for the hugs and care. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-1144473512006235339?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1144473512006235339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1144473512006235339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1144473512006235339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1144473512006235339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/ang-unang-kendeng-ni-nene.html' title='Ang Unang Kendeng ni Nene.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPSK1L52DI/AAAAAAAABpI/k8xjk_m4MJU/s72-c/IMG-9123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2719367426627063347</id><published>2009-03-06T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:24:55.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Southside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exam on TRIGMAT was moved to next week! Omg, yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822548341847554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPU-EMM9gI/AAAAAAAABpY/OR7HWcD3_V0/s320/IMG_6121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822559023213090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPU-r-1qiI/AAAAAAAABpg/c-gimbZVYqs/s320/IMG_6153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skatepark at Calamba. And then Yellow Cab at Paseo for a midnight dinner.&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/5118815797389152945-2719367426627063347?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2719367426627063347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2719367426627063347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2719367426627063347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2719367426627063347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/southside.html' title='Southside.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SbPU-EMM9gI/AAAAAAAABpY/OR7HWcD3_V0/s72-c/IMG_6121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3670114688506429315</id><published>2009-03-05T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:15:55.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><title type='text'>So young and naive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa_dqdcCxVI/AAAAAAAABng/x0lrjWfcoPI/s1600-h/IMG_5916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309706207219598674" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa_dqdcCxVI/AAAAAAAABng/x0lrjWfcoPI/s200/IMG_5916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa_dqmpDI0I/AAAAAAAABno/-5vMt6yagYQ/s1600-h/IMG_5908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309706209690067778" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa_dqmpDI0I/AAAAAAAABno/-5vMt6yagYQ/s200/IMG_5908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa_dFDmnMWI/AAAAAAAABnY/nlzR2LvsYfE/s1600-h/IMG_5984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309705564629447010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa_dFDmnMWI/AAAAAAAABnY/nlzR2LvsYfE/s320/IMG_5984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day of boredom.&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/5118815797389152945-3670114688506429315?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3670114688506429315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3670114688506429315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3670114688506429315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3670114688506429315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-young-and-naive.html' title='So young and naive.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa_dqdcCxVI/AAAAAAAABng/x0lrjWfcoPI/s72-c/IMG_5916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4059823680180792239</id><published>2009-03-04T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:19:23.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening'/><title type='text'>Vow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incrediblesushi.com/tamago-nigiri-recipe"&gt;Bee&lt;/a&gt; picked me up from my pad around lunchtime and we went to the LTO at Susana Heights. The wait was long, but I didn't feel like it was. We probably stayed there for an hour and a half, but the time was quick to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally have my student's license after two fucking years of waiting. You read that right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We walked around SM Muntinlupa for a while and went on the road. We had a pitstop at the gasoline station going back to Laguna. We ate at McDonald's and chilled for a while. Afterwards, off to his pad where we took naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309361748011182242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa6kYS5A6KI/AAAAAAAABnA/u7o2ImvpcY4/s320/IMG_5802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We woke up around 7 or so and had a tickle fight. That's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I facebooked. He multiplied. Listened to imeem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And off I go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Kapag ikaw nawala sa akin siguro--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;lahat ng babae... lolokohin ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4059823680180792239?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4059823680180792239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4059823680180792239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4059823680180792239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4059823680180792239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/vow.html' title='Vow.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa6kYS5A6KI/AAAAAAAABnA/u7o2ImvpcY4/s72-c/IMG_5802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1624418952476302124</id><published>2009-03-03T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:18:07.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Pag-ibig, kasintahan, may malalim na kahulugan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to Bee's place after my TRIGMAT class. Walked through the searing heat, but it was worth all the trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309007174349138802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa1h5ZEUq3I/AAAAAAAABm4/7zE4IrmXreM/s320/IMG_5799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Photoshoot with Bumbum. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, he took me to SM to watch this Filipino movie called, "You Changed My Life" or something along the lines of that. And it actually reminded me of our own love story. Haha. Oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ate pizza from Pizza Hut, buttered popcorn, Pasta Bowl and Snack box from KFC for dinner. Haha. It was a fun day. Although, I'm dreading my TRIGMAT exam on &lt;s&gt;Thursday&lt;/s&gt;Friday. Oh my. I do hope I pass. *fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'll figure things out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-1624418952476302124?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1624418952476302124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1624418952476302124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1624418952476302124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1624418952476302124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/pag-ibig-kasintahan-may-malalim-na.html' title='Pag-ibig, kasintahan, may malalim na kahulugan.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Sa1h5ZEUq3I/AAAAAAAABm4/7zE4IrmXreM/s72-c/IMG_5799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8463271987232489934</id><published>2009-03-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:21:41.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>What do you see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a good friend once said, "We see a lot of things that we didn't see in our future when we were kids that are now here, anyway."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Take what it is when it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SawHEYyShsI/AAAAAAAABmg/RtWtD37F0q4/s1600-h/IMG_5722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308625832717223618" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SawHEYyShsI/AAAAAAAABmg/RtWtD37F0q4/s200/IMG_5722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SawHFZZzmGI/AAAAAAAABmo/tVCy8_g5NoA/s1600-h/IMG_5697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308625850062837858" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SawHFZZzmGI/AAAAAAAABmo/tVCy8_g5NoA/s200/IMG_5697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insane&lt;/em&gt;? No. &lt;u&gt;Raaaaaamen&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Let's change restaurants, since I'm craving for it&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Do you think I'm already the one&lt;/strong&gt;? Heaven doesn't need porn because they're all naked up there, anyways. &lt;em&gt;You're so beautiful&lt;/em&gt;... thank you. &lt;em&gt;Ichi&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Oh? Nasaan na yung kapal&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Well, I played frisbee and I learned new tricks, Bee&lt;/em&gt;. Orly? Well, I can beat your arse on that even though I'm wearing a skirt. *raises brow* &lt;strong&gt;Or... maybe not. Because you're so manly and so strong. Oh my.&lt;/strong&gt; Damn right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am I insane? &lt;u&gt;No, why are you even thinking that way&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Then why are you thinking that way&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Bullshit&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; I love you&lt;/em&gt;. How much? &lt;em&gt;This much... from this point, all around the world, until this point&lt;/em&gt;. My girlfriend is so smart. &lt;em&gt;You're so awesome. I expect so much more from you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It's how I see myself in the future.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;As much as I want to, I keep hoping that maybe&lt;/u&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I just want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;a part of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8463271987232489934?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8463271987232489934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8463271987232489934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8463271987232489934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8463271987232489934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-see.html' title='What do you see?'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SawHEYyShsI/AAAAAAAABmg/RtWtD37F0q4/s72-c/IMG_5722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-5064259686324595874</id><published>2009-03-01T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:09:14.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthsary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Eleventh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Happy 11th Monthsary, Bumbum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431504293539490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SatWU-_orqI/AAAAAAAABmY/4Mgd2lhgmEw/s320/March+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to SM with my family for some grocery shopping. Haha. Basically, that's what's all that happened today. And we watched the Oscars around the nighttime. Although, I feel bad for Bee's family since what's happening right now. I do hope his gramma's sister gets better or if not, may her soul rest peacefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-5064259686324595874?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5064259686324595874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=5064259686324595874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5064259686324595874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5064259686324595874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/eleventh.html' title='Eleventh.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SatWU-_orqI/AAAAAAAABmY/4Mgd2lhgmEw/s72-c/March+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8058897651248501059</id><published>2009-02-28T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:04:57.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>We dance, we play, we rant, we rave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Happy birthday, Antoinette (my dear dramatic sister)~! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308095515426966530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Saokv27eTAI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZAjAzyEx1zo/s320/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baked mac&lt;/em&gt;. Cards. &lt;strong&gt;Pusoy dos&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Bluff? No, bullshit&lt;/em&gt;! Two exams. &lt;u&gt;Two&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;What are you wearing&lt;/em&gt;? You look really beautiful today. &lt;em&gt;How was your first kiss&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Aw, ka-ibigan&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;So what are you making? Oh, let me guess... a video&lt;/em&gt;. I need a picture of him and me doing the some pose. &lt;u&gt;I'm shy that way&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I know when you're feeling down. You have this aura surrounding you and I can't get through&lt;/strong&gt;. Cat. Alexis. &lt;em&gt;I hope you're not mad... I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;. Mirror door. You. Looking at me. &lt;em&gt;Smile.&lt;/em&gt; Look down. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paano ito... monthsary pa namin bukas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shameless Advertising:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rebornro.net/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; awesome out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8058897651248501059?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8058897651248501059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8058897651248501059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8058897651248501059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8058897651248501059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-dance-we-play-we-rant-we-rave.html' title='We dance, we play, we rant, we rave.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/Saokv27eTAI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZAjAzyEx1zo/s72-c/IMG_1577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-5923286422051653768</id><published>2009-02-27T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:51:31.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>--wildlife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was uber fun (if not a bit tiring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakOeeDpIAI/AAAAAAAABlY/QvKPEDxEcEU/s1600-h/IMG_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakOeeDpIAI/AAAAAAAABlY/QvKPEDxEcEU/s320/IMG_5064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307789552460046338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakPV2KMPII/AAAAAAAABlo/toKtP5vHE9Y/s1600-h/IMG_5040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakPV2KMPII/AAAAAAAABlo/toKtP5vHE9Y/s200/IMG_5040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307790503822769282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakPVuE4y5I/AAAAAAAABlg/BbjV6VeaHTg/s1600-h/IMG_5049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakPVuE4y5I/AAAAAAAABlg/BbjV6VeaHTg/s200/IMG_5049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307790501653040018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really silly shoot with a bunch of my friends, namely: Cat, Zy, Myco, and Jordiee around the afternoon after our ASIAWST class. We watched &lt;em&gt;Dangerous Beauty&lt;/em&gt; which had more passionate sex than anything else I've watched... lately. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways, then, Jordiee, Paul Victor, and I went to Humana. I saw Bee there. And anyways, Paul and I went to &lt;em&gt;PC Butlers&lt;/em&gt; to check-out who were playing. I was supposed to play Left4Dead but then, there weren't any available PCs. So Paul and I went back to Humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakV4kOUrdI/AAAAAAAABlw/t9CoabGZ_aM/s1600-h/IMG_5444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakV4kOUrdI/AAAAAAAABlw/t9CoabGZ_aM/s200/IMG_5444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307797697373449682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakV5AK-ZMI/AAAAAAAABl4/bUSjj5gdxog/s1600-h/IMG_5449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakV5AK-ZMI/AAAAAAAABl4/bUSjj5gdxog/s200/IMG_5449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307797704875599042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys: Bee, Roy, and Ralph skated. I took pictures alongside Jordiee. And hungout with Paul and ate Anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakV5obCv7I/AAAAAAAABmA/2O7RnCd2XmQ/s1600-h/IMG_5328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakV5obCv7I/AAAAAAAABmA/2O7RnCd2XmQ/s200/IMG_5328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307797715680411570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakV6N90XbI/AAAAAAAABmI/orOnixH7ers/s1600-h/IMG_5439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakV6N90XbI/AAAAAAAABmI/orOnixH7ers/s200/IMG_5439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307797725758381490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until nighttime, where the regular skater boys around that area went there. They all skated and it was so awesome. Haha. They were all so good and so funny... it looked like they were all high. Haha. Oh, and Craig came!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then the boys skated some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went with Paul to Jollibee for some dinner. When we went back, the boys were still skating. Haha. Except they let little kids borrow their boards and it was so sweet. Haha. Then, we went to the Jollibee walkway place and hungout there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Craig dropped me off at home. And oh my gosh, so many pictures to upload. Dammit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... but I'm glad to learn something new. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-5923286422051653768?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5923286422051653768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=5923286422051653768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5923286422051653768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5923286422051653768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/wildlife.html' title='--wildlife.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SakOeeDpIAI/AAAAAAAABlY/QvKPEDxEcEU/s72-c/IMG_5064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2740446753934914795</id><published>2009-02-26T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:51:23.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><title type='text'>Childlike.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Is it any wonder how I miss your smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Is it any wonder how I write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Pages layered upon pages--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;which to no one else but me can be accounted for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;For this moment's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307149498301052722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SabIWaggdzI/AAAAAAAABlI/qT7-4enRCr8/s320/IMG_3839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh is that blood&lt;/em&gt;? Blue cheese. Love love&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;. Death Face. &lt;em&gt;I want to pee.&lt;/em&gt; Eggs and corned beef. &lt;em&gt;We have to finish everything.&lt;/em&gt; Hugs. Facebook. &lt;em&gt;You didn't think I was kidding&lt;/em&gt;? Skateparks. Pasong tamo. &lt;em&gt;Okay, someday, we'll commute going to Makati so you'll know. Better take note of that.&lt;/em&gt; Carpet burns. &lt;em&gt;I'm the drama queen&lt;/em&gt;. Friendster. &lt;em&gt;Aww, I miss her, too&lt;/em&gt;. Exposed. Tears. &lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt; I love you. &lt;em&gt;Headband&lt;/em&gt; and dresses and terraces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-2740446753934914795?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2740446753934914795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2740446753934914795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2740446753934914795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2740446753934914795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/childlike.html' title='Childlike.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SabIWaggdzI/AAAAAAAABlI/qT7-4enRCr8/s72-c/IMG_3839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2345521430149254650</id><published>2009-02-25T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:59:58.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><title type='text'>And oh my gawd, I can't believe it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashes on your foreheads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 13th day of my period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please say goodbye soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306780645045114034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaV44VDVFLI/AAAAAAAABlA/f5c0ZtPC7f8/s320/IMG_4885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the usual day for boredom. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;If anything's growing--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;it's our history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-2345521430149254650?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2345521430149254650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2345521430149254650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2345521430149254650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2345521430149254650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-oh-my-gawd-i-cant-believe-it.html' title='And oh my gawd, I can&apos;t believe it.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaV44VDVFLI/AAAAAAAABlA/f5c0ZtPC7f8/s72-c/IMG_4885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4282446012432384434</id><published>2009-02-24T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:14:19.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><title type='text'>Thespian, I say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today hasn't been very good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaQOk3INOJI/AAAAAAAABk4/nBRnXsc8Hjs/s1600-h/IMG_4841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaQOk3INOJI/AAAAAAAABk4/nBRnXsc8Hjs/s320/IMG_4841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306382287385737362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lately, for that matter. But ain't it sweet to know that people actually believe the smiles you conjure up in front of them? Ain't it awesome to believe that every person you talk to, every person that laughs with you, everyone thinks that everything is dandy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it just absolutely wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the state of... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, I'm that girl who wishes things were different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I wish that you knew when I said two sugars--&lt;br /&gt;actually... I meant three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I wish people would look beyond what's presented. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I'm starting to understand you a little bit more, Nicol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good luck to the ILAW and LACAD party alike in the elections. I can't really say who'll win, but in all honesty, I hope politics won't be the reason for friendships to end. Friends are far more important than pride, hunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for myself, a little note to self: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop being weak. Grow some balls, or in your case, some dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish you couldn't figure me out,&lt;br /&gt;but you'd always want to know what I was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5118815797389152945-4282446012432384434?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4282446012432384434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4282446012432384434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4282446012432384434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4282446012432384434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/thespian-i-say.html' title='Thespian, I say.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaQOk3INOJI/AAAAAAAABk4/nBRnXsc8Hjs/s72-c/IMG_4841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8685516293721145301</id><published>2009-02-23T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:24:05.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><title type='text'>Go ahead and just smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. Another plan that went down the drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305998145599448146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaKxM3dWJFI/AAAAAAAABkw/c2LzFXqWFj8/s320/IMG_4592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to go into detail anymore, but anyways. I was bored so I watched a movie, but not really. I listened to &lt;em&gt;Lily Allen&lt;/em&gt; the whole day and then had a boredom shoot again. Same shit, different bucket, I guess--&lt;em&gt;except for the thirteen missed calls I got from Bee, haha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8685516293721145301?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8685516293721145301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8685516293721145301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8685516293721145301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8685516293721145301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-ahead-and-just-smile.html' title='Go ahead and just smile.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaKxM3dWJFI/AAAAAAAABkw/c2LzFXqWFj8/s72-c/IMG_4592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4065670253801815405</id><published>2009-02-22T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:51:00.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Mr. Happy, where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaIpZtZAdLI/AAAAAAAABkQ/s_yMeSMG2Iw/s1600-h/IMG_2403+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848832653817010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaIpZtZAdLI/AAAAAAAABkQ/s_yMeSMG2Iw/s200/IMG_2403+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walking under the sun is actually fun as long as you have trees for shelter. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I reached Bee's house around 3 or so and then watched &lt;em&gt;The Last Samurai&lt;/em&gt;. Then &lt;em&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/em&gt; and afterwards, &lt;em&gt;Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/em&gt;. We ate pasta for dinner and chocolate cake, and then his family came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hungout with Sammie. Afterwards, hungout with the brothers and we all wrestled. Haha. It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, there was an issue today. Remember the shoot in a previous post of mine? Yeah, it has something to do with that. But I'll keep you guys posted when I get more info on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4065670253801815405?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4065670253801815405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4065670253801815405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4065670253801815405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4065670253801815405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr-happy-where-are-you.html' title='Mr. Happy, where are you?'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaIpZtZAdLI/AAAAAAAABkQ/s_yMeSMG2Iw/s72-c/IMG_2403+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7816487469762257397</id><published>2009-02-21T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:17:19.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Patience, dear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaA3Ax7kXBI/AAAAAAAABkA/RHsxBETRCCE/s1600-h/other60.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305300847585156114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaA3Ax7kXBI/AAAAAAAABkA/RHsxBETRCCE/s400/other60.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday classes are so shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After class, which I didn't even give my attention to, I went with Bee to Humana so we could meet up with Roy and his parents. Off to Sta. Elena and hungout there. I played Final Fantasy and Devil May Cry on PS2 and fell asleep at their second floor living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really, the whole day was spent sleeping or napping. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tiring. Very tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-7816487469762257397?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7816487469762257397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7816487469762257397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7816487469762257397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7816487469762257397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/patience-dear.html' title='Patience, dear.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SaA3Ax7kXBI/AAAAAAAABkA/RHsxBETRCCE/s72-c/other60.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3088155342180963645</id><published>2009-02-20T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:25:20.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Knock on my door.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today has been a weird day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After my ASIAWST class with Bee, I hungout with the ILAW party (Jordiee, Paul Viktoree, Nicole S, and this dude who I forgot the name of I'm sorry). After that, Bee, Jordiee, and I went to Paseo (thanks for the ride, Mikee!) and met up with Roy and Mickey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We commuted to Mc D's and Bee treated me out to the Chicken burger. Then, off to his pad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We watched &lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Scrubs&lt;/em&gt;! Absolute love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But during &lt;em&gt;Scrubs&lt;/em&gt;, Roy and Mickey went to the other room and Jordiee went home. I hope you feel better, Jordiee. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bee and I were left alone in the room and I admit, we tousled. Haha. But more of a playful thing and we watched this Korean movie, "&lt;em&gt;Love is Magic&lt;/em&gt;". Haha! We waited for the couple to come back, then they took me home so I could write my paper for DEVCOMM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yay. I'm done. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304931616503112546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ7nMs9oI2I/AAAAAAAABj4/BIbTOd46LY8/s400/bes2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALI&lt;/span&gt;~ ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-3088155342180963645?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3088155342180963645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3088155342180963645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3088155342180963645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3088155342180963645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/knock-on-my-door.html' title='Knock on my door.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ7nMs9oI2I/AAAAAAAABj4/BIbTOd46LY8/s72-c/bes2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-659605929403095534</id><published>2009-02-19T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:33:04.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulja crew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Different bucket.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4Vsqb23_I/AAAAAAAABjg/_tdMVqo5ZCk/s1600-h/IMG_4491.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JWr04-TI/AAAAAAAABiY/QIA0drIuRr8/s1600-h/IMG_4362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304687696415357234" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JWr04-TI/AAAAAAAABiY/QIA0drIuRr8/s200/IMG_4362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JXD-XMjI/AAAAAAAABig/FVS_OMrM9QE/s1600-h/IMG_4370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304687702897537586" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JXD-XMjI/AAAAAAAABig/FVS_OMrM9QE/s200/IMG_4370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went home after the GA meeting that came after COMPART and then, Bee called me around 12.30 asking if I could take pictures of the school. So he picked me up and I did. And then I went around the school with Myco (partially) and Sean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hung out at the &lt;em&gt;wallow tree&lt;/em&gt; and took some more pictures&lt;em&gt;--alone&lt;/em&gt;, though&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JXSRGehI/AAAAAAAABio/UkPvtQwDJZk/s1600-h/IMG_4381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304687706734230034" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JXSRGehI/AAAAAAAABio/UkPvtQwDJZk/s200/IMG_4381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JXij7JtI/AAAAAAAABiw/5ZmGsqxz9pM/s1600-h/IMG_4426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304687711108146898" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JXij7JtI/AAAAAAAABiw/5ZmGsqxz9pM/s200/IMG_4426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I went back to the cafeteria, I met &lt;em&gt;Bono&lt;/em&gt;... the pedobear. Haha. I hungout with Jordiee and him till Pappi came and chilled with us, too, because class was boring. Tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bee came, then we borrowed Bono's mini laptop so Bee could download his report for our class, but the lappy was too slow. So I watched &lt;em&gt;The Nanny Diaries&lt;/em&gt; while he asked the IT staff to download his report for him. Tee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His report was awesome, btw. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After class (actually, we went ahead by fifteen minutes), we (Bee, Roy, Jordiee, and I) went to Makati to check out the photoshoot of ate Liezl and kuya Eric. We took random shots, but the shoot took so long that we couldn't get our chance. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JXuYaogI/AAAAAAAABi4/MmamIcnbrkc/s1600-h/IMG_4430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304687714281103874" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JXuYaogI/AAAAAAAABi4/MmamIcnbrkc/s200/IMG_4430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4SYHGWKcI/AAAAAAAABjA/UdLnEuu6ozA/s1600-h/IMG_4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304697616520849858" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4SYHGWKcI/AAAAAAAABjA/UdLnEuu6ozA/s200/IMG_4438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We met new Japanese friends, tee hee. Sir Shinji-san and Naka... shita-san? I forgot the older dude, but yeah. They were planning to bring a new line to the Philippines. I forgot the name, but it rivals &lt;em&gt;Armani&lt;/em&gt; and the others, Bee said. I wish we could get freebies, though. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304701266097751474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4Vsi1SRbI/AAAAAAAABjY/inyhycZxT9U/s320/IMG_4464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While the shoot was on-going, we went to Greenbelt for some dinner at CPK. (thanks, Bee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304701270827662450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4Vs0c-_HI/AAAAAAAABjo/g5tTt6_qi0w/s320/IMG_4498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304701278124486562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4VtPorr6I/AAAAAAAABjw/Vx3tE_O4U2s/s320/IMG_4519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After dinner, we went to the Shangrila hotel to check-up on little Sammie because she was sick. Aw. We went back to the shoot and got our stuff, afterwards, went to Bee's condo to chill for a while. We watched the first part of this &lt;em&gt;Jackass&lt;/em&gt; movie about getting laid. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4SYUeecuI/AAAAAAAABjI/CsIgCGrdks4/s1600-h/IMG_4539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304697620111717090" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4SYUeecuI/AAAAAAAABjI/CsIgCGrdks4/s200/IMG_4539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4SY3bLmtI/AAAAAAAABjQ/M4qPpKNUCaU/s1600-h/IMG_4544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304697629493140178" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4SY3bLmtI/AAAAAAAABjQ/M4qPpKNUCaU/s200/IMG_4544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, off to Bee's tito's pad to get Bee's car. We went to &lt;em&gt;Hungree Burger&lt;/em&gt; afterwards and got huge-ass patties and we ate it along the way. We had a stop-over at &lt;em&gt;Petron&lt;/em&gt; and bought drinks. (thanks, Jordiee!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And finally, off to home. We dropped off Roy first at Sta. Elena before Bee and Jordiee dropped me off at my pad. It was a different day... and I had a lot of fun. I wish I had a car, though, so I could experience new things everyday, too. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohwells, all I can do... is wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-659605929403095534?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/659605929403095534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=659605929403095534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/659605929403095534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/659605929403095534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-bucket.html' title='Different bucket.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZ4JWr04-TI/AAAAAAAABiY/QIA0drIuRr8/s72-c/IMG_4362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6579193972774065724</id><published>2009-02-18T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:15:51.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagaytay'/><title type='text'>Collect and reflect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwVc61IbuI/AAAAAAAABho/ym0jiDLxaBo/s1600-h/IMG_4056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304138047708229346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwVc61IbuI/AAAAAAAABho/ym0jiDLxaBo/s320/IMG_4056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tagaytay for recollection. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwXai5U5wI/AAAAAAAABhw/9CY1IqMT_F0/s1600-h/IMG_4081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304140205946889986" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwXai5U5wI/AAAAAAAABhw/9CY1IqMT_F0/s200/IMG_4081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwXa_zXfHI/AAAAAAAABh4/_IUV2JTG5J4/s1600-h/IMG_4089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304140213706521714" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwXa_zXfHI/AAAAAAAABh4/_IUV2JTG5J4/s200/IMG_4089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwXbB0sAgI/AAAAAAAABiA/1m5AOC4VLOA/s1600-h/IMG_4168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304140214248931842" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwXbB0sAgI/AAAAAAAABiA/1m5AOC4VLOA/s200/IMG_4168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwXbS-07dI/AAAAAAAABiI/CcxtCO2y4VU/s1600-h/IMG_4158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304140218854862290" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwXbS-07dI/AAAAAAAABiI/CcxtCO2y4VU/s200/IMG_4158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lot of pictures... as expected. Haha. It was a fun experience... although the talks were a bit boring. But as Ralph stated, it was just the "&lt;em&gt;tamang chill&lt;/em&gt;" type of hangout. Pictures, fly in the soup, and the &lt;em&gt;maturity&lt;/em&gt; talks. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Why would you give someone the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;chance to tell you what exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;is your SELF-WORTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-6579193972774065724?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6579193972774065724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6579193972774065724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6579193972774065724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6579193972774065724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/collect-and-reflect.html' title='Collect and reflect.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwVc61IbuI/AAAAAAAABho/ym0jiDLxaBo/s72-c/IMG_4056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6214938953352051316</id><published>2009-02-17T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:20:20.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'>"True Love Waits", or so he says.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwY9z47CyI/AAAAAAAABiQ/22jiCBoTtsA/s1600-h/me90.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304141911315647266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwY9z47CyI/AAAAAAAABiQ/22jiCBoTtsA/s400/me90.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Absolutely tiresome day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was late for TRIGMAT again, and I only got to actually stay for 10 minutes or so. After that, hungout with Cat at the COMLAB and tried to hack to the system. Failed a few times but we got to hack it! Yay. Free internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways, we went to the INLUVKNB talk at the auditorium and I must say that it was actually quite an interesting symposium. The speaker talked about sex. Haha. All the points he has given were valid and at the same time connects to what the youth stands for on the topic of sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, hungout with the ILAW party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went home with Jordan and Paul by shuttle... but on foot as soon as I was dropped off at the spine road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-6214938953352051316?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6214938953352051316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6214938953352051316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6214938953352051316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6214938953352051316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-love-waits-or-so-he-says.html' title='&quot;True Love Waits&quot;, or so he says.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZwY9z47CyI/AAAAAAAABiQ/22jiCBoTtsA/s72-c/me90.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2982122246065326024</id><published>2009-02-16T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:08:09.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>You gotta be stronger than you appear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZlzBCSFZrI/AAAAAAAABhg/ZVmmI1ibMio/s1600-h/you4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303396497835255474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZlzBCSFZrI/AAAAAAAABhg/ZVmmI1ibMio/s320/you4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hated today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was tiring. I was exhausted the whole day. I made our brochure alongside Bee while Pat and Tres presented it in front of the class. I don't even think that sir thought we made the brochure. Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, tiring. Just... absolutely tiring. But at least I made Bee feel a little bit better when I gave him chocolate and my third card. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Smoking ain't the way.&lt;br /&gt;Music is a better vice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-2982122246065326024?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2982122246065326024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2982122246065326024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2982122246065326024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2982122246065326024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-gotta-be-stronger-than-you-appear.html' title='You gotta be stronger than you appear.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZlzBCSFZrI/AAAAAAAABhg/ZVmmI1ibMio/s72-c/you4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2785109417322088767</id><published>2009-02-15T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:59:04.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Paranoia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZjWHxCsKuI/AAAAAAAABhY/B_6v5EnSOww/s1600-h/IMG_3000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223990140807906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZjWHxCsKuI/AAAAAAAABhY/B_6v5EnSOww/s200/IMG_3000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, a post-Happy Valentines' Day celebration for me and my family (well, including my tito Jun who's too freaking noisy. Oh gads, he annoys me). We had pizza, chicken, and pasta! It was delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After eating, I went around Paseo and I bought my medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I already felt dizzy... I had to go to mass, though, to pray for my wretched soul. Although, I didn't get to stay because my dizziness was already taking control of me. So I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talked to Joji and then played on Facebook till I fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-2785109417322088767?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2785109417322088767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2785109417322088767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2785109417322088767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2785109417322088767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZjWHxCsKuI/AAAAAAAABhY/B_6v5EnSOww/s72-c/IMG_3000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6662101269823240140</id><published>2009-02-14T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:16:47.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>It felt a million miles away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So... &lt;strong&gt;Valentines&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My first &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; Valentines day that I get to spend with someone I love. I used to spend Valentines either with friends or alone because guys used to find it easier to just give me teddy bears and flowers and they think it would already make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately, the memories on that day means so much more to me than just the gifts I receive. So I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeJyKWRE0I/AAAAAAAABgo/FSXLeMHYxo4/s1600-h/IMG_4039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858581116261186" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeJyKWRE0I/AAAAAAAABgo/FSXLeMHYxo4/s200/IMG_4039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeJyu_hpSI/AAAAAAAABgw/o4iwfXv4ivE/s1600-h/IMG_3999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858590952989986" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeJyu_hpSI/AAAAAAAABgw/o4iwfXv4ivE/s200/IMG_3999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He showed up at my house with these. ♥] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeJx93tVfI/AAAAAAAABgg/tYdupgNqui8/s1600-h/IMG_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858577766864370" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeJx93tVfI/AAAAAAAABgg/tYdupgNqui8/s200/IMG_3947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeJxkCttZI/AAAAAAAABgY/RxbMKTgTJlg/s1600-h/IMG_3972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858570833704338" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeJxkCttZI/AAAAAAAABgY/RxbMKTgTJlg/s200/IMG_3972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeNPnJY6YI/AAAAAAAABg4/u3kDUSw1hbQ/s1600-h/IMG_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302862385597966722" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeNPnJY6YI/AAAAAAAABg4/u3kDUSw1hbQ/s200/IMG_4016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeNPp5AyZI/AAAAAAAABhA/vcZ2vbXAcYE/s1600-h/IMG_4017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302862386334583186" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeNPp5AyZI/AAAAAAAABhA/vcZ2vbXAcYE/s200/IMG_4017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Some of the rides.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302852137532516754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeD7GIL6ZI/AAAAAAAABfw/kPrIGF7n_Ls/s320/IMG_3930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;[My sister and Sammie. ♥]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302852152653024450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeD7-dMjMI/AAAAAAAABgA/KY3LvK1SBbU/s320/IMG_3985.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;[Haha, I'm just the photographer now.]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeNQN6w-_I/AAAAAAAABhI/0-U7E_PAdP4/s1600-h/IMG_4035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302862396005612530" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeNQN6w-_I/AAAAAAAABhI/0-U7E_PAdP4/s200/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeNQZs4P4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/DiV9pezTnzk/s1600-h/IMG_3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302862399168593794" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeNQZs4P4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/DiV9pezTnzk/s200/IMG_3997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302852153244398546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeD8AqMM9I/AAAAAAAABgI/Q94LoNQg68E/s320/IMG_4019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;[The scenes.]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I wasn't in the mood for anything like that at the moment since I was bleeding and the hormonal imbalance was kicking in. However, Bee was so excited to go and I just couldn't ruin it for him. But even though, I actually had some fun even though I felt absolutely cranky most of the time... &lt;em&gt;and dizzy as well&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry &amp;amp; thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cada segundo que gasto con usted,&lt;br /&gt;yo mantengo a caer más en-amor con usted.&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/5118815797389152945-6662101269823240140?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6662101269823240140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6662101269823240140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6662101269823240140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6662101269823240140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-felt-million-miles-away.html' title='It felt a million miles away.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZeJyKWRE0I/AAAAAAAABgo/FSXLeMHYxo4/s72-c/IMG_4039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8562355106896423020</id><published>2009-02-13T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:49:20.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>So he said?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Oh gads. Please... just... &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302309528565004994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZWWbGNJOsI/AAAAAAAABfo/WBdML1KOJBI/s400/us64.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways... it was declared a &lt;em&gt;green day&lt;/em&gt; today, except on the inside of me, it was a &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt; day. Haha. If you know what I mean. Anyways, Bee and I went to Bel-Air II after classes to drop off Eya at her place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then we saw ate Jamie and the others so we hung out there and sold chocolates, ate a lot of food, and chilled till the sun went down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, Bee and I went to his pad so he could use the bathroom and I watched &lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Scrubs&lt;/em&gt;, and then partial of the &lt;em&gt;Crime Scene Investigation&lt;/em&gt; show thingy. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, shower. &lt;em&gt;*twitch, twitch*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8562355106896423020?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8562355106896423020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8562355106896423020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8562355106896423020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8562355106896423020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-he-said.html' title='So he said?'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZWWbGNJOsI/AAAAAAAABfo/WBdML1KOJBI/s72-c/us64.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6771409867575072902</id><published>2009-02-12T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:40:12.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumbum bee um-ni cobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Past vs Present.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Why does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301918735720346530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZQy_9aZc6I/AAAAAAAABfg/LvXQCHIISa4/s320/abernalEx8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;COMPART class was fun. I made a picture with just a brush and smudge tool. After that class, I went straight home because I didn't have a class after that since PRNTMED was cancelled for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bee came over and we skateboarded till we reached the park where we hungout for a while. A bunch of kids were in awe with him as he did tricks... and it was so sweet that he taught them how to skate... safely. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He, then, invited me if I wanted to eat BBQs at Ph5. I said yes, so we went there by car. He actually wanted to eat somewhere else, but I said I wasn't dressed so we took a U-turn and went to Ph5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ate BBQs and Kwek-Kweks then talked. We walked around the park, danced underneath the stars, teased, played, Bee scared me shitless, tickled me till I cried (er, a few), and role-played. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a fun night. And omg, look! Tomorrow is Friday the 13th! A day before Valentines day, too! *squeeshu*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I hope my plan for tomorrow night pulls through! If it rains... I'll have to do a raincheck on it. *suds*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-6771409867575072902?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6771409867575072902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6771409867575072902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6771409867575072902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6771409867575072902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-vs-present.html' title='Past vs Present.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZQy_9aZc6I/AAAAAAAABfg/LvXQCHIISa4/s72-c/abernalEx8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2307708531940246826</id><published>2009-02-11T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:30:55.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Like those days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So... it was an off day&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Hopefully, not an off week. Please, dear God. Have mercy. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301500451578228914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZK2knjksLI/AAAAAAAABfY/PcwdGBQR0-M/s320/IMG_3901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301500445779083394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZK2kR88wII/AAAAAAAABfQ/tDAkNg8uAGg/s320/IMG_3913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bee's car's radiator has a hole so he couldn't use it. I commuted to Paseo, played Left4Dead with the guys while I waited for Bee. He came, we commuted till SM, ate at Pizza Hut, and then walked around. Commuted back towards Paseo, went to BJ Avenue for a quick chill... we danced while this musician played at this restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then 9.30, I went home as soon as my dad picked me up, and Bee commuted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and I failed my TRIGMAT exam. Good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I woke up after lunch and then watched, &lt;em&gt;Fred Claus&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;My Bestfriend's Girl&lt;/em&gt;. Both movies were absolutely adorable. Haha.&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/5118815797389152945-2307708531940246826?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2307708531940246826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2307708531940246826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2307708531940246826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2307708531940246826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-those-days.html' title='Like those days.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZK2knjksLI/AAAAAAAABfY/PcwdGBQR0-M/s72-c/IMG_3901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4227624380181226827</id><published>2009-02-09T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:22:19.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Off day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, I skipped class again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My prof in COMPART told me that I had four consecutive lates and he counts them as absences. So I have two more absences to go before I'm dropped from the course. Well... good job. Haha. I hate him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300986274953153826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZDi7mXNzSI/AAAAAAAABfA/5-pMTIyNKlg/s320/IMG-7516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300986539329623058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZDjK_PelBI/AAAAAAAABfI/65y5lhlQDj0/s320/IMG-2506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I went to Paseo with Pappi and Jordiee and hungout for a while with Bee and Roy at his workplace. Then went to Mocha Blends for some chill and foodtrip (thanks to Jordiee for the drink!). Skated, went to National Bookstore, Shakeys, Chowking, back to Mocha Blends then off towards home! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... what a weird day.&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/5118815797389152945-4227624380181226827?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4227624380181226827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4227624380181226827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4227624380181226827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4227624380181226827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/off-day.html' title='Off day.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SZDi7mXNzSI/AAAAAAAABfA/5-pMTIyNKlg/s72-c/IMG-7516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1935127932347220067</id><published>2009-02-08T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:34:20.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Our story, incomplete.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY-V6OUQXTI/AAAAAAAABe4/rmLdi7CEYOY/s1600-h/DSC03862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300620113946369330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY-V6OUQXTI/AAAAAAAABe4/rmLdi7CEYOY/s320/DSC03862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Happy happy 18th, Jane~y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had fun. I woke up too early, though. 7 AM: because that's what Alexis told me. *sigh* We went on the road around 10 AM and then arrived at SM Las Pinas just in time for the party. Storyland~ the place to be when you're young. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300620110485507586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY-V6BbHzgI/AAAAAAAABew/AmrShZN_YTo/s320/IMG-0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were already old, though, but relieving memories were great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vya, Ralph, and I went on our separate ways, though, and went around SM after a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then met up with the rest to ice-skate! It was fun, although painful. I fell twice and I think I strained my shoulders and elbows. I also scraped my palm. And my legs were numb. But... still... I learned. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we went home, Winston, Jerome, Heinz, Ralph, Nap, and I went to Paseo to look for &lt;em&gt;kwek-kwek&lt;/em&gt;s... but there were none. So we ate &lt;em&gt;balot&lt;/em&gt; (bird fetus) instead and then hungout at Starbucks for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a tiring, but fun day. I'm glad I came. :)&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/5118815797389152945-1935127932347220067?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1935127932347220067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1935127932347220067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1935127932347220067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1935127932347220067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-story-incomplete.html' title='Our story, incomplete.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY-V6OUQXTI/AAAAAAAABe4/rmLdi7CEYOY/s72-c/DSC03862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4436112456257402423</id><published>2009-02-07T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:49:18.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumbum bee um-ni cobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>S-stutter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My classes for today were dismissed early because my professor is a lazy t&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;rd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY2szvQJXPI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Z1uon065e3w/s1600-h/IMG_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300082341342436594" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY2szvQJXPI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Z1uon065e3w/s200/IMG_3802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY2szvpiZAI/AAAAAAAABeY/BIg9qPd0tXM/s1600-h/IMG_3824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300082341448934402" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY2szvpiZAI/AAAAAAAABeY/BIg9qPd0tXM/s200/IMG_3824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I hungout with Bee today. We chilled at his place and watched TV shows. We had a random photoshoot and just had fun. I missed being lazy and just chilling in front of the telly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300080735494664370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY2rWRAM8LI/AAAAAAAABeI/5Tyt4wZMBEQ/s320/IMG_3841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Shit, I love not knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;where this love is headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4436112456257402423?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4436112456257402423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4436112456257402423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4436112456257402423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4436112456257402423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/s-stutter.html' title='S-stutter.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY2szvQJXPI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Z1uon065e3w/s72-c/IMG_3802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-5260866067231231395</id><published>2009-02-06T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:00:02.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Yielding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY2vg0h6G5I/AAAAAAAABeg/cq-aFzIoDYo/s1600-h/IMG-7517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300085314876480402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY2vg0h6G5I/AAAAAAAABeg/cq-aFzIoDYo/s320/IMG-7517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So... now, it's me and my Son Goku. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love him to bits. My sunshine... literally and figuratively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was fun. *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYxtJ9ExHkI/AAAAAAAABdw/IUupGluQYPQ/s1600-h/IMG_3717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299730879289040450" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYxtJ9ExHkI/AAAAAAAABdw/IUupGluQYPQ/s200/IMG_3717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYxtKJbQCjI/AAAAAAAABd4/i7RTM8FDXR0/s1600-h/IMG_3723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299730882604567090" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYxtKJbQCjI/AAAAAAAABd4/i7RTM8FDXR0/s200/IMG_3723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had this shoot with Myco and Vya--&lt;em&gt;trying out my camera for their enjoyment in my expense&lt;/em&gt;. And then after Bee's PE class, met up with Jordie for a quick hangout and dinner. They took me home and I went to Ted's place to get my beanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then we decided to jam for a while so we did. I got home before 11 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-5260866067231231395?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5260866067231231395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=5260866067231231395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5260866067231231395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5260866067231231395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html' title='Yielding.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SY2vg0h6G5I/AAAAAAAABeg/cq-aFzIoDYo/s72-c/IMG-7517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6127678317596009428</id><published>2009-02-05T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:37:06.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumbum bee um-ni cobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>We're still young--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--but I can't help but wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299336920622207186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYsG2irMkNI/AAAAAAAABdg/P5uNzjYyMcY/s320/IMG0780A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scenarios are made when you can't stand to think how reality would end up. You want to manipulate the outcome or how the middle of your story would flow. And I'm in desperate need of shutting my brain up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't care before, you know? It was so easy to think of myself rather than anyone else. And it would be so &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; to forget everything and leave them behind. It would be &lt;em&gt;so &lt;u&gt;freaking&lt;/u&gt; easy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then you'll have a taste of Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you wouldn't want to leave. Because then you'll miss every breath, every warmth, every sweet kisses, every loving words passed through lips, just... &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. It's an entirely different world. And you just don't want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to travel the world. I wanted to experience different kinds of culture. I wanted to get odd jobs, but be known for my talent anyways. I wanted to be a famous Hollywood actress someday. I wanted to experience &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then you came along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And every want, every need, every love changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You came along... and you were suddenly a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to travel the world with you. I wanted to experience different kinds of culture with you and laugh at how unusual most of them are. I wanted to get odd jobs with you, laugh at how ridiculous they are but how fun they can actually be because we have skills. I wanted to be a famous Hollywood actress with you in tow as my leading man. I wanted to experience everything... &lt;em&gt;with you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're free spirits... and I was hoping you'd tag along on my journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;What if I told you--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I want to be with you--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;F O R E V E R?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Words are so easy to say. Hoping, wishing, pleading that someday they would come true. So scenarios come up and you can't help but think of all those things that might happen along the way. It's so hard to be in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So fucking hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But you can't help it, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You just can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Life is so much happier when you're there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;You're everything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So you get scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until everything appears through the glass of your eyes. And the sting would be unbearable. All because of those scenarios of which that you materialize in your mind... &lt;em&gt;just because you can't accept how reality would take its course&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now... all you can do... is wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Movies&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;How To Lose Friends and Alienate People &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;The House Bunny&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;PRNTMED&lt;/em&gt; class was a bore, like always. Bee coloured his hair &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;. Mc D's for dinner with Bee. Park A &lt;em&gt;what ifs &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; Park B &lt;em&gt;nostalgia&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;scenarios&lt;/em&gt;. Gallon of salty substance.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-6127678317596009428?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6127678317596009428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6127678317596009428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6127678317596009428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6127678317596009428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-still-young.html' title='We&apos;re still young--'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYsG2irMkNI/AAAAAAAABdg/P5uNzjYyMcY/s72-c/IMG0780A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3243224830780694040</id><published>2009-02-04T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:27:17.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>How about another first kiss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYm9-q0DUmI/AAAAAAAABdY/SYLWbbTBfuM/s1600-h/us46.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298975320920248930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYm9-q0DUmI/AAAAAAAABdY/SYLWbbTBfuM/s400/us46.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has taken over my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, today... I watched &lt;em&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Wild Child&lt;/em&gt;. I went to the market to buy some fish, chips, and veggies for dinner. Then when I got home, I skated for an hour--except, I'm still not good. Dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I watched &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; with my dad and then now talked to Bee for a while because of his 5-page paper. And he just told me that he coloured his hair blond. Hn. I should be really off to bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;But I still love you so--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;--and I'll never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-3243224830780694040?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3243224830780694040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3243224830780694040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3243224830780694040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3243224830780694040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-about-another-first-kiss.html' title='How about another first kiss?'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYm9-q0DUmI/AAAAAAAABdY/SYLWbbTBfuM/s72-c/us46.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4008154414581322613</id><published>2009-02-03T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:42:13.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>I want to puke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYhXUjg161I/AAAAAAAABdQ/SBSqpJtPAdQ/s1600-h/MOV00110+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298580972243381074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYhXUjg161I/AAAAAAAABdQ/SBSqpJtPAdQ/s320/MOV00110+copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This day can be summarized in three words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Skate. Left4Dead. Tambay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't even think during my TRIGMAT class, and I have an exam on Friday. Haha. Really. But for today, thanks to: Paul, Jerome, Sean, Ted, Christian, and Albert for a fun tambay and play. My day started off as not so great, but... yeah. Along the way, it was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not the worst, but I handled it well. Although, my head is still spinning like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh! And I found my wallet! Well, actually... my maid found it for me, but yeah. At least it was found!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4008154414581322613?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4008154414581322613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4008154414581322613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4008154414581322613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4008154414581322613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-puke.html' title='I want to puke.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYhXUjg161I/AAAAAAAABdQ/SBSqpJtPAdQ/s72-c/MOV00110+copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8089810497176465179</id><published>2009-02-02T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:37:47.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Love ninarimasuka?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYb2lQwj0gI/AAAAAAAABdI/qDYQLTohb5E/s1600-h/DSC9712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298193131662201346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYb2lQwj0gI/AAAAAAAABdI/qDYQLTohb5E/s320/DSC9712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it's illegal to be this in-love. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As soon as I woke up, I watched the 5th episode of &lt;em&gt;Lovely Complex&lt;/em&gt; to start my day in a happy state. And it always works!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways, PRNTMED was actually fun today. We had a workshop on making brochures and my group and I (namely Bee, Pat C., and Tres) decided that our brochure would be on &lt;em&gt;Government&lt;/em&gt;... the gay bar. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait to actually see the result of our brochure. It's going to be funny as.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After class, Bee didn't want to leave yet &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;("I wish I didn't have to go... I want to stay with you some more.")...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so he asked me if I wanted to get BBQs. So we did. And while waiting, he taught me how to ride the skateboard... &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. Because I forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He didn't actually want me to skate, really. He kept telling me earlier that, "the best trick that you should do is just balance on the board, bee. And try moving, too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I kept on pointing to him the really hard tricks, but he kept on repeating those words. And when I asked him, he kept on telling me that he just didn't want me to get hurt. *flutters eyelashes; blushes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After we ate our BBQs and pig's ears, we skated some more, but he had to go home to Makati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... although, he did promise me that he'll stay next week Tuesday and Wednesday for me. *smiles widely*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He lent me Sho's baker skateboard for this week, though, so I could practice. &lt;em&gt;Squee&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait for Thursday again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8089810497176465179?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8089810497176465179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8089810497176465179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8089810497176465179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8089810497176465179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-ninarimasuka.html' title='Love ninarimasuka?'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYb2lQwj0gI/AAAAAAAABdI/qDYQLTohb5E/s72-c/DSC9712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3167868891426807059</id><published>2009-02-01T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:28:44.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumbum bee um-ni cobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthsary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>You're like a train.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYXajzJCyXI/AAAAAAAABco/9vKIQZ_iJlw/s1600-h/IMG_3605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297880845229672818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYXajzJCyXI/AAAAAAAABco/9vKIQZ_iJlw/s320/IMG_3605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Happy 10th Monthsary, Bee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I watched &lt;em&gt;Lovely Complex&lt;/em&gt; the whole morning and then went to CDBS after lunch. I watched the basketball game for a while, but I got bored so I texted Bee. I hitched a ride with James till PC Butlers and I saw Bruno, Jude, TJ, and a lot of others again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were supposed to play Left4Dead, but Bee texted that he was already at Paseo. So I went down, but then I saw Ted, Jibo, and Jossell. Jibo was so silly since he didn't want me to go and he dragged me back to PC Butlers. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I didn't want to let Bee wait for me that much so I went ahead and we met each other halfway. Haha. We bought Double Dutch ice cream, yay. Then we went to his place and played the piano for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though, we did go and follow Sho to the computer shop and played &lt;em&gt;Special Forces&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afterwards, we went to mass around 6.30 and hungout with Bea and ate Anna. There were fireworks, music, and food--haha. Fiesta, yes. But we didn't really stay since it wasn't... er. Yes. Haha. We went ahead by 8.30 and ate dinner at his place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hungout some more and laughed a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You are my first real happy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;" I want to be your last."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: hello bee! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: how was your day? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: i played the piano today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and then i met with bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yes, yes. o: and?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: then we went to church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: it was weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: cause there were fireballs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and then we ate at my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and went to her place next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: then i cried like a pussy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: and thats how our monthsary went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-3167868891426807059?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3167868891426807059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3167868891426807059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3167868891426807059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3167868891426807059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-like-train.html' title='You&apos;re like a train.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYXajzJCyXI/AAAAAAAABco/9vKIQZ_iJlw/s72-c/IMG_3605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7621720978632914907</id><published>2009-01-31T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:45:10.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumbum bee um-ni cobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Sweat and eat like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYXc1NwvFFI/AAAAAAAABcw/snAOVq1XqOQ/s1600-h/IMG_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297883343456506962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYXc1NwvFFI/AAAAAAAABcw/snAOVq1XqOQ/s200/IMG_3318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was very tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;From CDBS for the Field Demo to my Saturday class: &lt;em&gt;DEVCOMM&lt;/em&gt;. I was late for an hour and a half and I stayed for the class for half an hour. &lt;em&gt;Just&lt;/em&gt; half an hour and I was like... &lt;em&gt;say what&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. Hey, but that's okay. More time to have fun on the weekend, at least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, my mates and I went to the booths and shit across the college building to the football field for the DLSC Family Day. Haha. We just hung out and took a lot of pictures. After that, went to the cafeteria so most of us could eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297884481506912658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYXd3dVGKZI/AAAAAAAABc4/q_P8U__viqY/s320/IMG_3540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By 1 PM, we had to go to class... and as expected, I kept on going out of the classroom to hang out outside. Haha. I just &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; Saturday classes. But anyways, after that--Bee and I went to the booths and I bought Shawarma. I ate like a pig. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I was hungry. So screw it. Lol. We took Cat's sisters home, and then went to 7/11 to buy drinks. Off to his pad so I could watch Korean movies, but there were no subtitles. So while Bee was sleeping, I went outside to his balcony and I stargazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was almost falling asleep when I felt him beside me. Then we cuddled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297884484432575090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYXd3oOoOnI/AAAAAAAABdA/gwDJx6CHdvg/s320/IMG_3610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We heard his mum calling from downstairs, though, so we went down and greeted them. I played with Sammy most of the night and Bee played with us. Haha. We went camping, then schooling, then Bee kept on getting hit (more like tickled) by his mum cos he was scaring and teasing us. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a fun night and an overall fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-7621720978632914907?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7621720978632914907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7621720978632914907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7621720978632914907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7621720978632914907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweat-and-eat-like-it.html' title='Sweat and eat like it.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYXc1NwvFFI/AAAAAAAABcw/snAOVq1XqOQ/s72-c/IMG_3318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1854883805026328782</id><published>2009-01-30T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:30:39.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Chase me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYMO1ID9RfI/AAAAAAAABcg/EmX2RfzcZjM/s1600-h/truestory3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297093892577773042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYMO1ID9RfI/AAAAAAAABcg/EmX2RfzcZjM/s400/truestory3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today... actually passed by like a blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to CDBS after class--thanks Bee for dropping us off--and ate dinner there. Haha. Then Alexis dropped Patrick and I at the gate of Phase 5 and we went to his dorm to watch &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/em&gt;. We were like pussies when we watched the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now... &lt;em&gt;I wonder&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;How Bee is doing. Has he already eaten? Is he already home? How the shoot was. Is he done with the report? I hope he's safe. Is he tired?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn, I miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-1854883805026328782?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1854883805026328782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1854883805026328782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1854883805026328782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1854883805026328782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/chase-me.html' title='Chase me.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYMO1ID9RfI/AAAAAAAABcg/EmX2RfzcZjM/s72-c/truestory3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8208369674708851895</id><published>2009-01-29T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:22:47.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alabang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumbum bee um-ni cobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I want to be with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I found out that &lt;em&gt;Mikko Tiongco&lt;/em&gt; reads my blog. Yay! And he quoted my last blog. Haha. I didn't actually notice that a lot of people actually &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; read my blog. Hm, well, for everyone who does... &lt;em&gt;why aren't you guys leaving me messages on my Cbox?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, I'm kidding. But yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today! It's a &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you know what that means? It means--&lt;em&gt;I get to see my Bumbum!&lt;/em&gt; Yes, that's right! Because he has class--and I have class--and we're classmates by the end of the day! So &lt;em&gt;yes.&lt;/em&gt; That's right. I'm &lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After classes, he and I took Vya home at Alabang. So... haha. We kinda had a spout in the car, but it was gentle tampuhan&lt;em&gt; or&lt;/em&gt; teasing. Haha. Vya went home around 8, though... she didn't stay for dinner. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways, Bee and I ate at this Mexican restaurant and we became bloody full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afterwards, we went to Ayala Alabang... my village. My most treasured village. *sighs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Are we going to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I want you so much. I don't want to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then had a stopover at &lt;em&gt;Petron&lt;/em&gt; so I could pee. We talked, teased, and played around in the car during the trip. Haha. But I'm too good for him. LOL. *gets shot* I'm kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296767126192854578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYHlo0axFjI/AAAAAAAABcI/x8kykUUzEVg/s320/IMG_7435+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wondering if you would ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;come around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8208369674708851895?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8208369674708851895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8208369674708851895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8208369674708851895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8208369674708851895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-be-with-you.html' title='I want to be with you.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYHlo0axFjI/AAAAAAAABcI/x8kykUUzEVg/s72-c/IMG_7435+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1095394666227150544</id><published>2009-01-28T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:44:54.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>BBQs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was uneventful. Like seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296370719004416834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYB9G4kJ20I/AAAAAAAABcA/pQCINhrzuz0/s320/IMG_3271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, though, I decided to take out my boredom by shooting myself. Haha, no, not literally. More like &lt;em&gt;photoshoots&lt;/em&gt; again, because I was freaking bored. But yeah, Reza agreed to model for me next week, though. So maybe we can do some experimental shots soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to Phase 5 to hangout with Patrick. We ate &lt;em&gt;oreos&lt;/em&gt;, watched &lt;em&gt;40 Days and 40 Nights&lt;/em&gt;, bought BBQs, and watched remixes on YouTube to pass the time. Haha, it's actually quite a fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then again, when he was dropping me off to my village gate, we saw a dead cat in the middle of the street... &lt;em&gt;totally flat&lt;/em&gt;. And we almost puked and we were running around--&lt;em&gt;out of our wits, terrified&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eek. Now, how are we going to take that mental image out of our heads? *cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-1095394666227150544?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1095394666227150544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1095394666227150544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1095394666227150544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1095394666227150544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/bbqs.html' title='BBQs.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SYB9G4kJ20I/AAAAAAAABcA/pQCINhrzuz0/s72-c/IMG_3271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1893193649535431148</id><published>2009-01-26T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:03:29.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>As carpenters say, "measure twice, cut once."</title><content type='html'>The reason why you love isn't what matters. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a friend once told me, "You don't need a reason to love someone. You just do. There're are no buts nor becauses in an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295617933263973410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SX3Qc_JjLCI/AAAAAAAABbw/S384AyguW5k/s320/IMG-1785+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Romeo save me, then try to tell me how to feel,&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess,&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say &lt;strong&gt;yes&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/5118815797389152945-1893193649535431148?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1893193649535431148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1893193649535431148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1893193649535431148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1893193649535431148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-carpenters-say-measure-twice-cut.html' title='As carpenters say, &quot;measure twice, cut once.&quot;'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SX3Qc_JjLCI/AAAAAAAABbw/S384AyguW5k/s72-c/IMG-1785+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8968242385972150231</id><published>2009-01-25T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T06:30:27.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Adrienne is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXx1gMk5DTI/AAAAAAAABbo/zhz2SaDm7qI/s1600-h/__Google___by_mimblewimble.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295236457873083698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXx1gMk5DTI/AAAAAAAABbo/zhz2SaDm7qI/s400/__Google___by_mimblewimble.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went out with my family so my sisters could go shopping for their costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring. It was stressing. It was so not my mood to shop, but it was okay. I got to walk around and stuff. LOL. Anyways, I missed Bee today! Haha. He &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; supposed to pick me up, but he was too productive around the house. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So a new week and no plans yet. Haha, ohwells. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hello again, spontainety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8968242385972150231?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8968242385972150231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8968242385972150231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8968242385972150231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8968242385972150231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/adrienne-is.html' title='Adrienne is...'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXx1gMk5DTI/AAAAAAAABbo/zhz2SaDm7qI/s72-c/__Google___by_mimblewimble.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2469684990620781460</id><published>2009-01-24T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:39:16.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminisce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>I want to link up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;"You look really beautiful tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alumni Homecoming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295102232655669250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXv7bQrRqAI/AAAAAAAABbI/pisgozBbjpM/s320/AHC-035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;High school. &lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; Where everyone is out to get you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw a few familiar faces, but I didn't really care. I never liked high school to begin with and it was full of drama, boys, and people who think they're better than everybody else. Yes. But... what I did like about it is that... I met people who made life so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295102234986001138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXv7bZW3svI/AAAAAAAABbQ/fg6batnmiIw/s320/AHC-010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't get to hang with my HS barkada as much, but it's good to mingle with other people for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't expect a lot from the Homecoming, but a bit disappointed with how the program went along. But it was a job well done, anyways, since I think the coordinators didn't get a lot of help. Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the homecoming, we went to Roy's pad for a while to chill&lt;em&gt;--and yay! Bea was there with us.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Bee wanted to stargaze, though, so we did. His voice is so adorably soothing. It's kind of a crime to have that voice, you know? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then afterwards, I went upstairs and hungout with the rest and we jammed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went home by 2 AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;"Wouldn't it be nice to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;see the sky jet black--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;and the stars are out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-2469684990620781460?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2469684990620781460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2469684990620781460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2469684990620781460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2469684990620781460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-link-up.html' title='I want to link up.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXv7bQrRqAI/AAAAAAAABbI/pisgozBbjpM/s72-c/AHC-035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6433159284340954278</id><published>2009-01-23T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:43:35.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>You look like a nene.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We played Frisbee after ASIAWST! It was fun, although tiresome. I shouldn't have, though, because I didn't bring an extra set of clothes and it was absolutely hot around that time. But anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hung out with Syrus, Jordan, Myco, and Zy while Bee was at class. I made Nicol's tribute for the Homecoming tomorrow, and hopefully... it's good. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afterwards, went to Paseo--&lt;em&gt;haha, but then Bee teased us&lt;/em&gt; (more like annoyed me)&lt;em&gt; when he "pretended" to drive off without Zyrille and I&lt;/em&gt;. Hmph, so I told Zyrille to hide with me. Haha. And we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... well, I don't know if they looked for us, but Myco called Zy... asking where we were. Yep. Mhm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyways, we went to Big 30 and whoa, Joji, Roy, and Nicole S got invited since a few people couldn't come. Lol, it was a fun night. We ate a lot. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295226268136932402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXxsPE2ehDI/AAAAAAAABbg/17HCsKF_tiQ/s320/IMG-6780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And after the party, it rained~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We danced under the rain. Haha. Then someone from high school came up to me and said hi. I couldn't even remember who he was, but anyways--he asked for my number. I just remembered who he was because Christian told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, that aside, I danced under the rain with Bee, too. Haha. T'was fun. Got too wet, though, and I was shivering like crazy when we went to Starbucks. They told jokes and I laughed at them. Lol. I couldn't think of anything, because the cold distracted me. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn, but anyways, overall, it was a fun day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Happy 18th birthday, Beb Tina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-6433159284340954278?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6433159284340954278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6433159284340954278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6433159284340954278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6433159284340954278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-look-like-nene.html' title='You look like a nene.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXxsPE2ehDI/AAAAAAAABbg/17HCsKF_tiQ/s72-c/IMG-6780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7828219601948574988</id><published>2009-01-22T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:37:24.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Maggots out to get you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So before anything else, I would like to remind people that I'm not absolutely crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I cried a lot today, because of beautiful music. Yes, I admit it... well. No. I don't know. But my eyes just released a lot of fluids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I went to uni for about... 30 minutes late for class and still got to pass the Photoshop activity on time. I went home around lunch time and hung out. I relaxed and... I'm absolutely glad. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also had the time to take a quick nap. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, I got a call from Myco that Bee was looking for me. So yeah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Off to school by 5 PM. Finally saw Bee! Yay. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After class, we dropped off Ralph, Nicole S, and Jempots to their respective pads and off to Bee's pad for the both of us. We ate tocino and egg for dinner. Haha. Then, we watched Princess Mononoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294157817577762354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXigfEWUbjI/AAAAAAAABZo/QhIJ4eNc5hc/s320/DSC00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. I didn't get to understand it as much, though... &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But yeah. Then suddenly, Bee started to feel pain and shit. So we kinda panicked~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He drank a lot of water, though. I hope? But yeah, he took me home by 10. And... haha. Yes. Winter Sonata does make me cry muchos lotsas. But... in my defense, I'm still learning how to control my shitty emotional problem. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... he gave Totoro a new friend... I'll call him, "&lt;em&gt;Vlad&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Song of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.D.A&lt;/strong&gt;. - John Legend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-7828219601948574988?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7828219601948574988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7828219601948574988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7828219601948574988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7828219601948574988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/maggots-out-to-get-you.html' title='Maggots out to get you!'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXigfEWUbjI/AAAAAAAABZo/QhIJ4eNc5hc/s72-c/DSC00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7886644397003767401</id><published>2009-01-21T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:09:46.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>When I'm awfully low--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was a very busy day! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ate Anna picked me up from my place and we headed towards Rustan's to buy some food. Then we went to her place and watched &lt;em&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, I cried. But I didn't get to watch the ending, though, because Crystal already called me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293779152507347922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXdIF3CRo9I/AAAAAAAABZI/a4caX-dpv7o/s320/IMG_3101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We met up at the club house and the car was there at the front. When I went inside--&lt;em&gt;I sat at the front&lt;/em&gt;--I was greeted with the sight of Koreans. A lot of them. Inside one car. With just me... a different nationality. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But Min Yung was so cute! She was like, &lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293779147544827090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXdIFkjHlNI/AAAAAAAABZA/r-MHlhJO_I4/s320/IMG_3080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although... she did call me Babo at one point&lt;em&gt;--which is really mean.&lt;/em&gt; But anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293779156818189570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXdIGHGD3QI/AAAAAAAABZQ/QuKf2Thy3yc/s320/IMG_3109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Off to AUP, we go! I watched the Korea vs. Indonesia game. It was intense. It even rained! Haha. And the referee was a major prick. We kept on screaming curses at... well, everybody, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesians won. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293779160042669154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXdIGTG1hGI/AAAAAAAABZY/zydOWXHsPNk/s320/IMG_3143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then, around 7, Crystal and I were dropped off at Paseo and we hung out at Starbucks. I got treated out by my tito to a Vanilla frappe! Yay. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293779166145899506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXdIGp19a_I/AAAAAAAABZg/jlMTiz4ZqCQ/s320/IMG_3170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And we just talked... like... until 10. Haha. But yeah, really... today was absolutely fun. I can't wait for the homecoming on Saturday--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--and I also can't wait to see Bee tomorrow, although it seems as if he isn't excited to see me as well. But yeah... at least I am. *huffs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-7886644397003767401?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7886644397003767401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7886644397003767401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7886644397003767401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7886644397003767401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-im-awfully-low.html' title='When I&apos;m awfully low--'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXdIF3CRo9I/AAAAAAAABZI/a4caX-dpv7o/s72-c/IMG_3101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-6661010017531004722</id><published>2009-01-20T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:47:25.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause and effect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Hey, I'm calm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went on another session and got my brain checked&lt;em&gt;--figuratively.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've had a lot of revelations last night before I went to sleep so I talked to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; about it after my class. Well, actually, I went to the SC first with Alexis and watched this really funny game of Chess between the upper batches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They were hilarious. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, then there was this Tripod meeting and Jordiee and ate Ginny appeared! And I played this drunk game on Zy's phone! I must beat Joji's record! Haha. Ohwells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stayed home around the afternoon and watched chick flicks. I cried a lot but I felt great after. I missed Joji after that. Haha. And then around nighttime, I hung out with Ted. We walked around the village and catched up on what's the haps on college life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SmartBro is shit today so I didn't care much for the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, actually. The internet is just another means to pass the time, but if I could--I won't even use it anymore. Le sigh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293562255347873202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXaC0yJs9bI/AAAAAAAABY4/l3Vxdxjs67s/s320/January+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is late... but this is my January wallpaper. I still absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-6661010017531004722?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/6661010017531004722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=6661010017531004722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6661010017531004722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/6661010017531004722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-im-calm.html' title='Hey, I&apos;m calm.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXaC0yJs9bI/AAAAAAAABY4/l3Vxdxjs67s/s72-c/January+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2438404027421169003</id><published>2009-01-19T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:47:45.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relief'/><title type='text'>So your name is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXSKyRFGfaI/AAAAAAAABYw/nNe0wZMzbA0/s1600-h/IMG-0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293008058250067362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXSKyRFGfaI/AAAAAAAABYw/nNe0wZMzbA0/s320/IMG-0734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to get my brain checked today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, I'm not crazy. I just had to sort out some issues regarding myself and other shit. Haha. Well, I'm feeling enlightened... almost. Actually, I just want to be myself again. I hate this depressive side of me. I'm tired of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I laugh like crazy. Yes, I am insane when I'm out. But it's as easy as putting on a show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways, today was uneventful but I felt relaxed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alexis picked me up from my pad. He felt a little bit down so I asked him what the reason was. He didn't know either. Tsk. He'll probably tell me by the week, though, he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then Bee kept on slapping me during PRNTMED. Tch. Lol. I think my thighs are sore. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He went home to Makati today so he drove me home early. I won't be able to see him till Thursday. *sighs* I miss him already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-2438404027421169003?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2438404027421169003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2438404027421169003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2438404027421169003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2438404027421169003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-your-name-is.html' title='So your name is?'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXSKyRFGfaI/AAAAAAAABYw/nNe0wZMzbA0/s72-c/IMG-0734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-2760604982657785348</id><published>2009-01-18T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:39:06.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harsh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>One of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anna duaqui&lt;/em&gt;: if it were easy, do you think it'd be worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anna duaqui&lt;/em&gt;: it's worth it because you put effort into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just one of those days, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's better to pick out the little pieces even before it becomes into a huge mush of hubabaloos. So yes. Bee and I met up around 6.30 at National Bookstore and he bought two sketch pads to make it a planner. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's more into the creative side rather than the organized plain side so I think it suited him quite a bit more. He just needs to learn how to make his creative side... well, organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then afterwards we walked around. Well, we headed towards &lt;em&gt;Baby Cakes&lt;/em&gt; and he bought chocolate cake--&lt;em&gt;which I was craving earlier&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we went to the stairs leading to BJ Avenue and chilled there since the park was packed up by people. Haha. We argued about who watched the most chick flicks. &lt;em&gt;Right&lt;/em&gt;. So... haha. Why were we fighting earlier again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways, then it started drizzling and we went for cover at Ichi. He ate cold ramen while I got miso soup. After that, we went to Mercury Drug to buy Sam a thermometer. Well, three, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then we went to his place and I saw tita and Sam again! Yay! I missed them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We chilled there and talked and ate popcorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then he took me home by 10.30 PM. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292673949724615090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXNa6l1MobI/AAAAAAAABYo/4JGQUrWhQGs/s400/us48.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;: tell her, thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;: she understands me very well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;: and how she's supporting every action i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;: to love you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-2760604982657785348?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2760604982657785348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=2760604982657785348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2760604982657785348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/2760604982657785348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-it.html' title='One of it.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXNa6l1MobI/AAAAAAAABYo/4JGQUrWhQGs/s72-c/us48.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7636784458290202646</id><published>2009-01-17T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:41:26.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Three is too many.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had skipped most of my classes today--well, I just had two so what the heck. They were boring, anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I had lunch at Chowking. I should remind myself never to eat there... &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then for my second class, I saw Sho. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After class, Bee and Sho waited for me near the second gate since I told Bee I would go with them to Tagaytay... but I had prior plans with Cathy that I would go to her party at her place. And then at Ralph's... where I was also "invited".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292303159888508770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXIJryDU92I/AAAAAAAABXo/2WuLgSVQQ6c/s320/IMG_2900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292303164126134994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXIJsB1qAtI/AAAAAAAABXw/eQPs8G-YTIQ/s320/IMG_2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But yeah. I had uber fun at Cat's. Just the type of hangout I needed at a time like this. Even though I was batshit crazy... it was fun. I ate a lot of corn. I like corn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292303171965269666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXIJsfCptqI/AAAAAAAABX4/rU-GQIPVZEA/s320/IMG_3020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292303178681644034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXIJs4D9dAI/AAAAAAAABYA/69FDZui7-9Q/s320/IMG_3047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And we had a semi-shoot at Melissa's place cos we were bored. And at the park where we played like kids again. And then we watched movies namely: &lt;em&gt;Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Bedtime Stories&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;The Haunting&lt;/em&gt;. I squealed a lot. Just like a pig. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the last movie sucked ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, anyways. It's 12.31 AM and I just got home 30 minutes before. I'm tired and haven't had much sleep. My eyebags are huge and I just want some rest... but I can't. Why? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Love has no restrictions and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;it is through mistakes that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;sometimes we see the right answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Because if you love someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;you ask them for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;and they will come back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-7636784458290202646?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7636784458290202646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7636784458290202646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7636784458290202646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7636784458290202646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-is-too-many.html' title='Three is too many.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXIJryDU92I/AAAAAAAABXo/2WuLgSVQQ6c/s72-c/IMG_2900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4677594025308035617</id><published>2009-01-16T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:54:20.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Meat Needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was late again for my TRIGMAT class... but I think Sir Leland is getting used to it. Haha. It was funny how he repeated part of the lecture when I arrived, though. He just asked if I wanted him to repeat and I shrugged because I didn't care, but he did anyways. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, my ASIAWST class... was so frigging boring. Yes, it's Ms. Sche. Yes, it's supposed to be fun and spontaneous, but &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;. It's not. Wistful thinking again, I guess. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, I went to the SC first as Bee went to his class. I hung out with Ted and Seane. Haha. We jammed with Ted's guitar and I learned how to play, "Wonderwall" on the guitar. Yay. I should do this everyday so I can learn new songs to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways, then Bee texted that he was at the caf. So I went down and hung out with him, Jordan, Nicole S, and Jempots. But then I wanted my water so I got it at the 4th floor, got Ted's guitar, and played as I hung out with Jordiee at the caf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But we got bored at the caf so we went to the 4th floor and hung out there instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then I played WWE on the PSP! MRAWR! &lt;em&gt;Yessss&lt;/em&gt;. Unadulterated VIOLENCE. *evil laughter* Lol. I'm kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292305856038069938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXIMIt_eZrI/AAAAAAAABYI/nKfsGwT6Dao/s320/IMG_2818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways, after Bee's class, he, Jordie, and I went to Starbucks at Paseo. I didn't know they had a meeting. Hm. But anyways, I stayed there and listened to my iPod while their meeting was on-going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292305872220810178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXIMJqRva8I/AAAAAAAABYQ/CLXROusr6qU/s320/IMG_2870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292306583856778738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXIMzFU-jfI/AAAAAAAABYg/SIy0heM_HSA/s320/IMG_2856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;James, Roy, and Paul were there, too. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292305878177366402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXIMKAd5QYI/AAAAAAAABYY/X8cu6do6vo4/s320/IMG_2860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After their meeting, we went to Shakeys and ate dinner since they were talking for... three hours straight. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways, yes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... and now, it's 6.21 AM and I still haven't had any decent sleep. Fuck you, brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-4677594025308035617?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4677594025308035617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4677594025308035617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4677594025308035617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4677594025308035617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/meat-needed.html' title='Meat Needed.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXIMIt_eZrI/AAAAAAAABYI/nKfsGwT6Dao/s72-c/IMG_2818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4414694791635605060</id><published>2009-01-15T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:36:01.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><title type='text'>Catch a falling star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I played Chess with Alexis today at the SC with Seane, Aldrin, and Cedric during the break. Well, actually, we didn't have any COMPART class, because we didn't have a classroom to go to. Haha. Ohwells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then afterwards, I went to PRNTMED. It was boring... so I hung out outside of the classroom with people. Haha. After that, Bee and I went to Phase 5 to eat BBQs and Kwek-Kweks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw my first shooting star! And I made a wish. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292012690827954594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXEBgQeoyaI/AAAAAAAABXg/hQLq1lDsKqU/s400/120px-Stafy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Catch a falling star and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;put it in your pocket...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Never let it fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4414694791635605060?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4414694791635605060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4414694791635605060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4414694791635605060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4414694791635605060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/shooting-star.html' title='Catch a falling star.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SXEBgQeoyaI/AAAAAAAABXg/hQLq1lDsKqU/s72-c/120px-Stafy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4463540528679083264</id><published>2009-01-14T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:43:20.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>A Pair of Adjacent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SW4OgE_WDzI/AAAAAAAABW4/Nd-Vd2m1zj0/s1600-h/IMG_2772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182556464942898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SW4OgE_WDzI/AAAAAAAABW4/Nd-Vd2m1zj0/s320/IMG_2772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, since I didn't get to blog... I went to Alabang with Bee after class. I had lunch first with Alexis and Chinkee, but after that, went on our merry way. So Fitness First... after that, I walked towards ATC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182566931742610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SW4Ogr-0v5I/AAAAAAAABXA/hroVWrviCtM/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I texted Orry if he was free and told him to ask more people for a hangout. But he said they were all in BF Homes, but he went to ATC and picked me up so we could go to Paranaque and check out the scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182574477034210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SW4OhIFwwuI/AAAAAAAABXI/XawFIc9tWiQ/s320/IMG_2791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of new people (*cough* guys *cough*) and they all looked like they were part of a JPop group. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;. But anyways. We got hungry so we went to &lt;em&gt;Gourmet's&lt;/em&gt; and I ate Shawarma. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then back to Timezone. But the people went to the computer shop already so we went there, too. Left 4 Dead! Yay! But anyways, then Gabriel texted me if I was still at Alabang and if we could meet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182581267379346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SW4OhhYtNJI/AAAAAAAABXQ/mgyjVf7SrT8/s320/IMG_2801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I, once again, commuted and walked. The whole day was really tiring... like &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;. But anyways, Gabriel said he'd meet up with me in a while so I went to my house then afterwards, Kyle's pad. But he wasn't there, neither was Julien, so I hung out with Nico. We watched HBO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then, Kyle's mum, her brother, the driver, and lolo came and we talked about my life. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, Joji texted around 6, looking for me... but then, yeah. I had to walk back to ATC even though my feet were already killing me. But it was okay, I saw Paola along the way. We chatted and shit. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lucky her. She has my life before... all alone in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, how I miss that life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182587607308946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SW4Oh5AQ2pI/AAAAAAAABXY/mHARED0-vMY/s320/IMG_2805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyways, after that, Bee and I met up--&lt;em&gt;he followed me around not even nudging me or anything...&lt;/em&gt; the creep. But anyways. Haha. I saw some people from AAV and yeah. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went to &lt;em&gt;Be Connected&lt;/em&gt; to play "Special Forces". After our time, went on the road, but had a stop over at the gasoline station. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afterwards, &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But as for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, since I didn't have class, I went to school just to hangout. And I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Paseo. Starbucks. BJ Avenue. Walked around. Guilly's. Walked around. BJ Avenue. Then afterwards, &lt;em&gt;Ichi&lt;/em&gt; for dinner. It's a chilly night. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4463540528679083264?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4463540528679083264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4463540528679083264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4463540528679083264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4463540528679083264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/pair-of-adjacent.html' title='A Pair of Adjacent.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SW4OgE_WDzI/AAAAAAAABW4/Nd-Vd2m1zj0/s72-c/IMG_2772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-477212740161202947</id><published>2009-01-12T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:49:26.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumbum bee um-ni cobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Erased.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Potchee &lt;/strong&gt;(Ily)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It just sucks that the pictures we took got deleted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290419183224479874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWtYN6EB4II/AAAAAAAABWg/UUD6VyFv3eY/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ali borrowed my camera for an hour and when he gave it back... the card got a virus and couldn't open any files. So I had to format it. All those pictures... those pictures. *cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I wish my hands were bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;The lines on my palm aren't long enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;for me to love you as much as I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290419193636206770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWtYOg2YOLI/AAAAAAAABWo/a7ZLZX9n9lg/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I went on a spontaneous date with Bee tonight. It's actually been a while. It was fun. We ate at this Japanese restaurant... I had ramen while he had sushi and this Japanese pancake. Haha. It was actually good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the fish scales were still alive and moving! &lt;em&gt;Freaky&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went to BJ Avenue and hung out there. &lt;em&gt;It was so freaking cold&lt;/em&gt;! He gave me his jacket and we danced like lunatics while the music in the background played. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was cute. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afterwards, we drove towards 7/11 and he treated me out to ice cream! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We talked about the Japanese cartoons / animes we watched during our childhood. Haha. We actually had a debate and everything about them. I can't believe he didn't know &lt;em&gt;Kiki&lt;/em&gt; the witch who baked bread! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He drove me home by 9 PM. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I missed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;And the warmth.&lt;/span&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/5118815797389152945-477212740161202947?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/477212740161202947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=477212740161202947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/477212740161202947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/477212740161202947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/erased.html' title='Erased.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWtYN6EB4II/AAAAAAAABWg/UUD6VyFv3eY/s72-c/IMG_1188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-834340840294127897</id><published>2009-01-11T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:49:30.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause and effect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poetry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWoGYXTJICI/AAAAAAAABWY/nuhYEcT_FFg/s1600-h/IMG_2525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290047727941001250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWoGYXTJICI/AAAAAAAABWY/nuhYEcT_FFg/s320/IMG_2525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vision within the mind created by words flowing through the lips or through one's fingertips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every word, every breath, every sigh, and every sway of the wrist gives meanings to the way the feeling grows inside the body and how it echoes through the ambiance amidst the crowd's silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speak and be heard. Write and we'll learn. Keep still and reach out, true facts. Deeper than the skin and more wet than the mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Visit my poetry site:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ellipoem.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-834340840294127897?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/834340840294127897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=834340840294127897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/834340840294127897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/834340840294127897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetry.html' title='Poetry.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWoGYXTJICI/AAAAAAAABWY/nuhYEcT_FFg/s72-c/IMG_2525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1601432340813556963</id><published>2009-01-10T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:01:29.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Admit it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course... you'd rather not think about me, then. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hating how jealous you are--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but loving me how much you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;want me all to yourself type love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;bled&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But yeah, I didn't notice until after lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289927142140187090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWmYtWL2kdI/AAAAAAAABWI/0wzvwzHujG0/s320/IMG2306A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around lunch time, Alexis, Sharelle, and I went to &lt;em&gt;Cinema Bar&lt;/em&gt; and watched &lt;em&gt;The Wedding Singer&lt;/em&gt;. It was so sweet. *teary-eyed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, when we got back to class, I went to the restroom and I &lt;em&gt;bled&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, that's right. It wasn't the best feeling so I went to class again and asked around. &lt;em&gt;No one had a bloody napkin&lt;/em&gt;. So I was doomed, basically. But when Bee came, he helped me look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God someone had an extra one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So then, yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello there, young man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched you skim down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I guess I didn't matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until I saw you run towards me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying, "I forgot something".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289927134475761250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWmYs5ogtmI/AAAAAAAABV4/m-gPkDAoU_w/s320/IMG2304A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyway, Jerome, Heinz, Cathy, Nicole S, Jempots, and I went to Heinz' pad and ate ice cream, cookies, and watched a DVD: &lt;em&gt;Harold and Kumar&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. It was bloody hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we dropped Jempots at Paseo, Nicole Sandovie and Cathy at the village near Rustan's. But Jerome, Heinz, and I stayed till the sun went down and the moon that was so bright and full appeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We left the lover's talk so Jerome and I went to the court and watched the player's get on their sports brawl. We talked about love, life, school, and learning in general. We talked about how we missed our other half--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;em&gt;oh, how I missed my Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289927140047484002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWmYtOY6dGI/AAAAAAAABWA/UcaueT56_XQ/s320/IMG2307A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, then we went back to Heinz' pad and got their shit for basketball and also, got Kiel so he could come with us. Haha. We were off to Bel-Air and we ate dinner at Mc D's. After that, went to Bel-Air 3 and drove around looking for Cathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We saw her walking in the main road with someone and we gave them a ride to Martha's pad. Haha. We hung out there for quite a long time. Martha's brother, &lt;em&gt;of which the name I don't know how to spell&lt;/em&gt;, was absolutely &lt;u&gt;wild&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, then we walked around the village and then went home by midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was an absolutely tiring day. But relaxing. In a way.&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-1601432340813556963?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1601432340813556963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1601432340813556963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1601432340813556963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1601432340813556963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/admit-it.html' title='Admit it.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWmYtWL2kdI/AAAAAAAABWI/0wzvwzHujG0/s72-c/IMG2306A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7968811605752381367</id><published>2009-01-09T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:57:34.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>I want a love like--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me thinking of you--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--thinking of me--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;--thinking of you--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Type of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289322778252843954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWdzCvQkm7I/AAAAAAAABVg/yeRJ-nU2f44/s320/IMG_2531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289322771191426514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWdzCU8_7dI/AAAAAAAABVY/6juuNGc3rhI/s320/IMG_2502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289322786571994530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWdzDOQAxaI/AAAAAAAABVo/SJNeDvRy3ZY/s320/IMG_2493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hung out with my favorite mates. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After classes, Bee and I went to &lt;em&gt;PC Butlers&lt;/em&gt; to play &lt;em&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, my gosh. I &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; it. Haha. My heart rate beat faster than normal and I kept screaming. Haha. It was &lt;u&gt;fun&lt;/u&gt;. Haha. I might play it more someday. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, we went to school because Bee needed the prof to sign his Adding/Dropping form--&lt;em&gt;although I think he needs to give it to Ms. Jenny, really&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He took me home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But he stayed. And we chilled...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289322788850447042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWdzDWvPMsI/AAAAAAAABVw/YF71WwLIRds/s320/IMG_2574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At his car, at the back of his car, at my pad, at the park, then back to his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But please,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;don't forget:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-7968811605752381367?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7968811605752381367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7968811605752381367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7968811605752381367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7968811605752381367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-love-like.html' title='I want a love like--'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWdzCvQkm7I/AAAAAAAABVg/yeRJ-nU2f44/s72-c/IMG_2531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4062373625806964667</id><published>2009-01-08T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:04:50.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here'/><title type='text'>Yeah, jolly. Like I always am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWYAba_0T_I/AAAAAAAABVI/ffCHA9zQeSY/s1600-h/me19.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288915283496685554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWYAba_0T_I/AAAAAAAABVI/ffCHA9zQeSY/s400/me19.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First day of classes for the third term of the my second year in Uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have year left before I say goodbye to my youth... and most probably, the Philippines as well. I've always said that I would work in this country first before anything else, but I can't seem to find a reason to stay anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over and done with... that's what I'm thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I might regret wishing for the days to come by quickly when I finish Uni in time, but right now... I'm still stupid and I keep wishing for the silliest stuffs. And although, I'm sure most of them won't happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... at least I'm living for something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[No COMPART, walked around, met new friend, watched &lt;em&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/em&gt; @ home.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, Bee, I'm not lesbian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4062373625806964667?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4062373625806964667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4062373625806964667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4062373625806964667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4062373625806964667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-jolly-like-i-always-am.html' title='Yeah, jolly. Like I always am.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWYAba_0T_I/AAAAAAAABVI/ffCHA9zQeSY/s72-c/me19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4826212443428547084</id><published>2009-01-07T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:34:29.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bageegee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicol noble'/><title type='text'>You know--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How could you make me miss you so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How could you make me look for you in the middle of the night when I wake up from a dream or a nightmare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; you leave me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288544522808065730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWSvOTzP_sI/AAAAAAAABVA/JLbsZjMhqyA/s320/IMG_2700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're so unfair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so unfair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;That you'll let me feel this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-4826212443428547084?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4826212443428547084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4826212443428547084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4826212443428547084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4826212443428547084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know.html' title='You know--'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWSvOTzP_sI/AAAAAAAABVA/JLbsZjMhqyA/s72-c/IMG_2700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-283514459875431229</id><published>2009-01-06T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:28:37.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumbum bee um-ni cobra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Hello, stranger. Good to see you again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a spontaneous photoshoot today with Nicole Sandoval. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288232646816649154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWOTkvMhT8I/AAAAAAAABUk/X2pJ-qdSNLM/s320/IMG_2288+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went around the campus looking for places to shoot at. It was actually fun and a good way to consume time since I'm also trying to build up my portfolio--&lt;em&gt;it's gonna help loads for practice&lt;/em&gt;. But anyways--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I paid for my tuition fee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the bloody school's system made me and Sandovie go up and down the bloody building trying to enlist her because the bloody registrar's office (except for the small woman at the front desk) were so bloody lazy. I hate 'em all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But after that shinnanigan, Bee picked us up and we dropped off Sandovie at Rustan's. HE GAVE ME A FREAKING CANON BAG FOR MY SLR. Mrawr. Did I mention how sweet my boyfriend is? Really. He is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Bee and I were off to Festival to chill. Haha. Wow. After two weeks, I finally saw him again. *sighs* I missed him. So we ate at &lt;em&gt;Sbarro--&lt;/em&gt;he ate salad while I ate this huge ass pizza pie. Haha. So freaking full, really. Oh! And we saw Rogie! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afterwards, we went around and we saw the KTV bar at the top floor. We were supposed to Karaoke, but he thought it would be better if it was in another time. So we left. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Off to Powerbooks afterwards and he bought this Japanese dictionary. Then he got dizzy (while, I was actually dizzy since I woke up), so we looked for a place we can hang out and relax. We found ourselves going to &lt;em&gt;Pixie Forest&lt;/em&gt; and going to the "Fun House".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288232622341849554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWOTjUBRgdI/AAAAAAAABUQ/qMtqwgNGpBI/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I embarrassed myself there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't even last &lt;em&gt;a minute&lt;/em&gt; when the swing started to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I'm scared of swings. Terrified. But most of all, I'm scared of rollercoasters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I'm a pussy. I admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways, after that, we went around and we saw this... *cough* &lt;em&gt;sex&lt;/em&gt; shop and looked around. Haha. It was... interesting. A lot of lingerie, sex toys, and crazy shit that you can use while having sex. Haha. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indeed, interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Bee started to talk to the lady. And I kept looking back but not really trying to listen. So when we went out of the shop, Bee gave me a small box. Haha. I had an idea. Well, maybe two. But yes, I was innocent in the brain like that. *cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288232632518403346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWOTj57jZRI/AAAAAAAABUY/9emCZHPX-cY/s320/IMG_2473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... OH WAIT. Haha, before that, we stayed at Starbucks in the second gasoline station before going to our back trip to Laguna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, when we were nearing the McDo junction, he asked me, "Do you wanna chill for a while?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And we had a detour to his place. Haha. It was funny as. But yeah, he's adorable that way. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I PLAYED THE PIAAANO. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And anywhoo, we played and wrestled. And I lost. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and btw, LOL @ BEE FOR GETTING A DEFECTIVE (&amp;amp; actually expired) BOX OF THICKWRAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; you that way. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He took me home by 10, but not before going to 7/11 and getting us some drinks. Thank you so much Bee... for everything. :)&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-283514459875431229?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/283514459875431229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=283514459875431229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/283514459875431229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/283514459875431229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-stranger-good-to-see-you-again.html' title='Hello, stranger. Good to see you again.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWOTkvMhT8I/AAAAAAAABUk/X2pJ-qdSNLM/s72-c/IMG_2288+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-5583971559895312101</id><published>2009-01-05T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:08:38.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 in the afternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangout'/><title type='text'>Ahah! Circles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So today--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--I walked to Phase 5 under the heat with a slight fever. And I loved it. Want to know why? Because that was the first damn exercise I got for the whole freaking Holidays. Haha. I'm gaining fat. My face, from an oval became a &lt;em&gt;circle&lt;/em&gt;. Where did my chin go? I have no idea. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My stomach keeps demanding that I feed it... &lt;em&gt;constantly&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously, what the hell? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Holidays are over, &lt;em&gt;body&lt;/em&gt;. Get yourself back together and get back to reality!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWIu4HljzpI/AAAAAAAABUA/G8RnF2j5cj0/s1600-h/IMG_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWIvuy6LfiI/AAAAAAAABUI/AxeMB0L1mJc/s1600-h/IMG_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287841393472667170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWIvuy6LfiI/AAAAAAAABUI/AxeMB0L1mJc/s200/IMG_1647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I felt like Alice when she had first arrived in Wonderland with the most curious face. &lt;em&gt;Curiouser and curiouser&lt;/em&gt;. I say, the outside world felt a bit warmer than I could've remembered. Or was I inside the confines of my abode for far too long to notice the sudden change of weather?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways--I went to Tita Belen's chillplace and hung out there with my friends. We watched a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of movies namely, "Shrek 4", "Spy---&lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;", "Mr &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith", and "The Disaster Movie".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laughtrip all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We got to eat tita's cooking again. We were fed (dammit!) carbonara, donuts, cake, little hotdogs in breading, and sweets from Carlito and Alexis. Yes, we were fed. Like a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We miss Nicol. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, &lt;em&gt;Bumbum&lt;/em&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I will never get tired of saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your kisses;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sweetest high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your hugs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the warmest sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wishing this night's dream will comply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to dream of you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-5583971559895312101?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/5583971559895312101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=5583971559895312101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5583971559895312101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/5583971559895312101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahah-circles.html' title='Ahah! Circles.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWIvuy6LfiI/AAAAAAAABUI/AxeMB0L1mJc/s72-c/IMG_1647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-4014743882789291093</id><published>2009-01-04T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:11:03.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here'/><title type='text'>Take me to a place--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWOeZbzzOjI/AAAAAAAABUw/wYI5UeamW7Q/s1600-h/Banner7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288244547262036530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWOeZbzzOjI/AAAAAAAABUw/wYI5UeamW7Q/s320/Banner7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--called home. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-4014743882789291093?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/4014743882789291093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=4014743882789291093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4014743882789291093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/4014743882789291093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-me-to-place.html' title='Take me to a place--'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SWOeZbzzOjI/AAAAAAAABUw/wYI5UeamW7Q/s72-c/Banner7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-7381881527316272720</id><published>2009-01-03T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:48:58.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm'/><title type='text'>Lovestoned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ASANlXldk04&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ASANlXldk04&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those flashing lights come from everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The way they hit her I just stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;She's got me love stoned&lt;br /&gt;Man I swear she's bad and she knows&lt;br /&gt;I think that she knows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-7381881527316272720?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/7381881527316272720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=7381881527316272720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7381881527316272720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/7381881527316272720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/lovestoned.html' title='Lovestoned.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-3523391810589252469</id><published>2009-01-02T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:38:59.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9 in the afternoon'/><title type='text'>Got my heart in a headlock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want this year to be an awesome '09, so dagnabbit if I'm going to be emo. So I'm going to be the &lt;em&gt;playful&lt;/em&gt; type of trying-to-be optimist. That's right--but my &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt; comes from reading such dramatic and anti-climatic fictions that I've been so amused to lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I'm not finishing &lt;em&gt;Veronika Decides to Die&lt;/em&gt;, I'm either trying to fill my head with Harry Potter fluff or swooning over the &lt;em&gt;what-could-be's&lt;/em&gt; of Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swan's affair on PoTC. I haven't read shizz in a while so I'm shocked to see that all of my stories haven't been updated in &lt;em&gt;more than a year&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I could say that I should put what I want to do in my resolution, however--I never really gave a damn about starting anew in New Years. It's just the same shit... different bucket type of thing, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, hello to the new year, not again to the same old thoughts and addendums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the good news is--by June, my bestfriend from NZ, Ben, and my cousin, Angelo will be visiting me! Summer--totally, and absolutely &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; I hope--since Kaskade will be here. OMG. Yay. Although, Ali did say that he'd rather I go to Bahrain with him to party with Tiesto since he might be present for Project1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should enjoy whatever comes forth and no regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So that's what I'm going to implement in this freaking new year... "Enjoy, no regrets."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I gotta get the gigs I want in Photography, put up a business, stop whining, and get on with my own life. I'm strong-willed. I have my own vision. And I will damn well get what I want this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287091995350342706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV-GKFWrHDI/AAAAAAAABT4/77jLWD3J_DM/s320/dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Well... did you miss me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Did you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Always&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-3523391810589252469?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/3523391810589252469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=3523391810589252469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3523391810589252469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/3523391810589252469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-my-heart-in-headlock.html' title='Got my heart in a headlock.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV-GKFWrHDI/AAAAAAAABT4/77jLWD3J_DM/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1739959781217829260</id><published>2009-01-01T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:33:09.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthsary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Hello year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first day of the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286956096162098482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8KjtbT7TI/AAAAAAAABSI/6RZQu6rPDoE/s320/IMG_2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotlines.com/lines/funny.php"&gt;... just smile.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-1739959781217829260?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1739959781217829260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1739959781217829260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1739959781217829260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1739959781217829260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-year.html' title='Hello year.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8KjtbT7TI/AAAAAAAABSI/6RZQu6rPDoE/s72-c/IMG_2165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-159983213910926542</id><published>2008-12-31T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:11:43.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;C O U N T D O W N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;2009 &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;9th Monthsary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286218573164380290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SVxryOKJAII/AAAAAAAABR4/ziODrw2-7RY/s320/9th2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... so smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-159983213910926542?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/159983213910926542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=159983213910926542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/159983213910926542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/159983213910926542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/smile.html' title='Smile.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SVxryOKJAII/AAAAAAAABR4/ziODrw2-7RY/s72-c/9th2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-8291252002586012744</id><published>2008-12-30T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:43:33.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminisce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>One more time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HIGH SCHOOL REUNION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286996211490797394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8vCuq-t1I/AAAAAAAABTQ/Ld-ANBnaeQ8/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woot. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8adW2L4PI/AAAAAAAABSw/AS6JwQXvYCk/s1600-h/IMG_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286973579207631090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8adW2L4PI/AAAAAAAABSw/AS6JwQXvYCk/s320/IMG_1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my friends and I met up at Starbucks: Paseo. First, it was Crie-Crie and I. She gave me one of her marshmallow treat thingy-ma-jig from her neighbour because she didn't want them. Haha. But it was actually quite good, although a bit messy to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then followed by Kim and Kayla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afterwards, Mae, Bruce, and Pia. We then talked, took &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of pictures, and suddenly we got hungry. So we were off to Shakeys! IJ then came and we all ate our fill of food. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to BJ Avenue after eating to chill. But the &lt;em&gt;chilling&lt;/em&gt; part didn't actually happen since we were all freaking camwhores and decided to take &lt;em&gt;more freaking pictures&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. But it was hilarious, fun, and I missed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286996194813424658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8vBwiyNBI/AAAAAAAABTA/pXyu4KMtFF0/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286996202767326626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8vCOLJHaI/AAAAAAAABTI/5rkFTEXMSqE/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I missed everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286974375482952802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8bLtNBDGI/AAAAAAAABS4/jZwyCy6GSro/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Consequently, we went back to Starbucks and &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; chilled and talked some more. Although, after the clock striked five, people started leaving, but not before some extra photo-taking session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286996218535795714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8vDI6o3AI/AAAAAAAABTY/61aqRXKKWyM/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The ones left were Mae, Kayla, IJ, Bruce, and myself. We went to 7/11, then and hung-out before my dad got there. So after a few minutes, he did, and Mae and I had to go. We said our goodbyes and off we went to my pad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ate dinner there--&lt;em&gt;because papa insisted since he was actually a really good cook&lt;/em&gt;--and we took pictures of the moon. But the moon hid behind some stupid grey clouds so we didn't get to get any good shots. Darn it. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After dinner, we went to her pad and ate buko pandan, blueberry cake, ube, and sweet corn Graham cake! Haha. Sweet tooth, out, yes? Haha. Then we walked around her village and I saw my classmate from before (who was also her cousin) Tom! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mae wanted to make me ride the motorbike, but seeing I'm not exactly sure if we'll be safe or not--&lt;em&gt;I was telling her that I didn't want to die like that&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. But she insisted so she tried to turn the engine on, but it consistently dies on her. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a sign that I shall live. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyways--&lt;em&gt;we went around some more&lt;/em&gt;, and I saw this guy who stalked me from before... &lt;em&gt;Jaypee&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. He kept on staring at us. Creepy, tall kid. Haha. But anyways--then we went back inside her pad to watch some movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went home around 10 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I got home, after an hour or so, I called Bee up... apparently, he was having this... er. Fireworks on his face. Haha! Yes. It was so scary hearing him yell, "ITAI" on the phone. I was screaming as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then he gave the phone to Sam and we talked. Haha. I didn't quite hear her, though, because her mouth was probably too close to the mouthpiece. But it was so cute hearing her say that her brother's face looked funny and the blood on his nose looked like boogers. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My UNYT suddenly ended, though, so we didn't get to finish the conversation that much. I ended up texting him instead--but the unlimited calls and texts of Globe was suspended until the morning of the 1st day of the New Year so I was like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In our monthsary, I wouldn't be able to talk to him as much as I want to. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then, I kinda forgot that it was our monthsary on the 1st so he was making &lt;em&gt;tampo&lt;/em&gt; to me. Haha. I kept saying sorry, and he told me I forgot about our monthsary&lt;em&gt; twice&lt;/em&gt; already. I feel so ashamed. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah, he called me and after that call ended, we texted again. Then I decided it wasn't enough, so I called him. Haha. After &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;call ended... I fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then while I was off to dreamland, &lt;em&gt;which was around 2 or 3 AM&lt;/em&gt;, he still kept texting me. Haha. It was cute that he keeps on sending me "&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;" text messages. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Hay naku, mummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If nag-break kayo niyan--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mapapatay siguro kita!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"MUMMY! Ang sweet naman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hay naku! Tapos lagi mong inaaway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ang bad mo talaga!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"... kinikilabutan ako sa kilig."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Mae Rosqueta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; monthsary tomorrow midnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol, and here I thought it was our 10th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Military shirt courtesy of &lt;strong&gt;Bee&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I miss you, Bumbum! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5118815797389152945-8291252002586012744?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/8291252002586012744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=8291252002586012744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8291252002586012744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/8291252002586012744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-more-time.html' title='One more time!'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8vCuq-t1I/AAAAAAAABTQ/Ld-ANBnaeQ8/s72-c/IMG_1994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118815797389152945.post-1377197076047183175</id><published>2008-12-29T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:42:28.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Crazy right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lunch at Kanin Club with the Bernal / Macatangay clan. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286969149865398754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8WbiQtEeI/AAAAAAAABSQ/J3jLPrF2OG4/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah. We were so freaking noisy in the restaurant. People keep on staring at us. Haha. Good times... good times. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286969159082139442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8WcEmJXzI/AAAAAAAABSY/yzSc8Uq7QR0/s320/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, just walked around and I went to National Bookstore to ogle at &lt;em&gt;Smoke and Mirrors&lt;/em&gt; but I was dead-broke. So nevermind. Then off back home where we did &lt;em&gt;karaoke&lt;/em&gt; and shit. Haha. But anyways--my cousin and &lt;em&gt;tita&lt;/em&gt; were off to Taguig again till the New Year's so we stayed till night time at the Vintage House for some last minute picture-taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we tried to play GTA: San Andreas, but the damn CD won't work. Haha. So Around 8 PM, I went home with my sister, Antoinette, and we noticed the stars again... and it was so pretty! It's like the sky opened up fully and the stars went out to play! And... it was just so pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286969160616155842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8WcKT4msI/AAAAAAAABSg/d347HfX9k1c/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm speechless about it. So I took pictures. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I'm planning to try and give myself a break from thinking... but it's kinda hard considering--I don't know. Haha. I &lt;em&gt;abhor&lt;/em&gt; emotions in a situation like this. So I will try until the vacation ends that... I won't &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT YAY. These are just words anyway, right? You don't have to believe everything I write. You know why? Because I'm a fiction writer... and I learned to lie.&lt;/div&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/5118815797389152945-1377197076047183175?l=ellicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/feeds/1377197076047183175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5118815797389152945&amp;postID=1377197076047183175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1377197076047183175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5118815797389152945/posts/default/1377197076047183175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicole.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-right-now.html' title='Crazy right now.'/><author><name>Addy Bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06995282183257458303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaaAfjJ0-2s/TdacqzoLk5I/AAAAAAAAB2c/ZfEtb-RQfp8/s220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Il6xku8Jwg/SV8WbiQtEeI/AAAAAAAABSQ/J3jLPrF2OG4/s72-c/IMG_1788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
