<?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-1632516073909387327</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:55:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aprrl!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-5407207721394866268</id><published>2008-07-27T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:30:27.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Moving Forward.</title><content type='html'>A few hours ago I incidentally watched Disney's animated movie, "Meet the Robinsons".  After watching the show it had completely change my outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't watched the movie, I completely suggest you watch it before reading my entry. The story is about an orphan boy in search of his lost family and his unfulfilled dreams.  I won't go into details because that would take too long. haha. ANYWAYS. To make it short the story is about moving forward, making your own decisions, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never ever&lt;/span&gt; looking back. In the end, it's all gonna be better, just as long as you look at it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny, but i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; like that. During my grade 5 to sophomore years, I had always been looking back at the failures I had always made. I thought that I deserved my mistakes and they were signs that I had no reason to be successful in the future.  After watching the movie, I had realized that I was completely wrong. The mistakes I made weren't signs of failure, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But they were signs that gave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to be successful in life. &lt;/span&gt;Now I regret as if I wasted all my time looking back at all the mess I've made, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had completely forgotten were I was going&lt;/span&gt;. I had completely forgotten everything that was important in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten my school and the people in school who helps me in getting ready for the harsh reality of the future, the real friends I had crossed paths with, those meet-only-once-people whom had played important roles in my life, my family who had always had my back, and I forgot about God who never ever gave up on me, but i was too blind to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even remember a line from the movie which  kinda goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I propose a toast to failure! May it bring you success in the future.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've made a lot of failures. I've fought with people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've lied&lt;/span&gt;. I've failed at tests and contests. I've had my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart broken&lt;/span&gt;. But why should it stop me from reaching my goal? Why should a burden like that crush my spirit when I can use it as a stepping stone to success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God made me watched that movie. I think he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intended&lt;/span&gt; to show that movie while i was tv surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He picked the perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's so stupid of me to realize that now. Haha. at this exact moment I'm crying. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang corny ko.&lt;/span&gt; Who'd expect their life to be changed by an animated movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to finish this off.&lt;br /&gt;To the teachers who have failed me in my subjects, tortured me with their lessons and who scolded me for my mistakes. To those people who have backstabbed me, lied to me, fought with me and made it their job to ruin my life. To the unknown people who have secretly made my life more harder to walk on. To the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;" people who have made me feel bad about myself, and to those people who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; never cared&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You have given me more reason to be more successful in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who took the time to read this. Watch it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632516073909387327-5407207721394866268?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/5407207721394866268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=5407207721394866268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/5407207721394866268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/5407207721394866268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/07/keep-moving-forward.html' title='Keep Moving Forward.'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-4196685510798606314</id><published>2008-07-26T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:41:29.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss everything!</title><content type='html'>arr! school is soo hard this year! I thought it was gonna be a sinch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first &lt;b&gt;chemistry&lt;/b&gt; has too many stuff to memorize, my brain is exploding! &lt;s&gt;algebra&lt;/s&gt; has too many equations, and physics has just too many everything. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by the second week my brain just &lt;i&gt;melted&lt;/i&gt; into tiny little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey it's kinda okay. I miss a few friends of mine, and i kept a few good ones, like Camille. :) I hope we spend more time during lunch break. Then I made a few new friends, like my Korean friend Jung Bin. She's so funny and she's pretty. She looks like a Kpop princess. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'll tell you guys lots more, when the time comes. anyways. I got to go. BUSYBUSY ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632516073909387327-4196685510798606314?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/4196685510798606314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=4196685510798606314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/4196685510798606314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/4196685510798606314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-everything.html' title='I miss everything!'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-7228108594410987162</id><published>2008-06-16T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:49:32.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monkey business. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, everyone has school today except me. My older sister is at Q.C. my sister is getting ready for her school tomorrow, and poor ol' me is stuck here until june 19. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nababagot na ako&lt;/span&gt;, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wala ako magawa&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to make fun of my boyfriend today. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I was like browsing through friendster and i found an old picture of my boyfriend during his 6th grade year. I found it in Kuya Nico's blog. He's an old classmate of Joecel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay, just so you'd know. My boyfriend is named &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/ilovejoreenapril"&gt; Joecel Balagtas.&lt;/a&gt; He's this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; lug who also studies at my school, this year he'll be fourth year. We've been together for 6th months aaand he &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; basketball. His brain is filled with basketball and sometimes he forgets that i'm with him when someone speaks about basketball. yepp. annoying really. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYWAYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a panda doll to school one day. (like a LONG TIME AGOOO.) and my classmates started reacting that the doll looked like him, I like stared at him and i was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG! HE DOES LOOK LIKE A FREAKIN PANDA!! &lt;/span&gt;He has chinito eyes and he's chubby like a panda. But he like lost a lot of weight this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HERE'S THE MAIN PICTURE OF THE DAY~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SFZEfKT9bHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-ihAy82730k/s1600-h/haha.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SFZEfKT9bHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-ihAy82730k/s320/haha.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212428920862633074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. isn't he CHUBBY? aha. cuute. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joke lang kuya. haha. patawarin mo ako.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So like. yeah. okay i'm done laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *chokes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6 month's Kuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1632516073909387327-7228108594410987162?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/7228108594410987162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=7228108594410987162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/7228108594410987162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/7228108594410987162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/06/monkey-business-p.html' title='monkey business. :P'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SFZEfKT9bHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-ihAy82730k/s72-c/haha.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-2872085969112231294</id><published>2008-06-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:03:19.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teen 200? blech.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, who has heard of this uselesness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toplist.teen200.com/friendster/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TEEN 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever had created this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ABOMINATION&lt;/span&gt;, must be totally bored or totally ugghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must think I'm like overreacting. But I'm not. Hell, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, i've been seeing some i-stamps through out friendster, and one day i got curious.&lt;br /&gt;When i clicked the link, I realized that it was a popularity contest. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Auuugggh. &lt;/span&gt;I mean who cares if your popular in friendster? It's irritating. People are giving votes to people who ask for them and act all famous and stuff. I checked some of the top 10. They all had posers and they kept saying, I don't like posers or Posers are not welcomed. But technically, if they're trying to become famous by force, by begging and by advertising, and they keep trying to be something they are not, doesn't that make them a poser themselves? RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt;. If ever I'm gonna be in a popularity contest like that, I want it to come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;. Not by asking people for the votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The generation of today is simply getting even more shallow than yesterday. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ON A LIGHTER NOTE:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just got my haircut. It was suppose to look like hayley's (from paramore) but the hairdresser said otherwise. She said my hair was too short. It would look different. She was right. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But it looks hawt. :D if i get a clear picture of my haircut, i'll post it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1632516073909387327-2872085969112231294?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/2872085969112231294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=2872085969112231294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/2872085969112231294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/2872085969112231294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/06/teen-200-blech.html' title='teen 200? blech.'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-146352386028359066</id><published>2008-06-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:19:43.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no such thing as accidents</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we watched Kung Fu Panda. It was great, especially the part where i realized that the Panda in the movie had the same name as my stuff toy Panda, Po. anyways. The story was great, I love the movie and i was like laughing out loud, until it came to the part that the movie was finished, we went outside the cinema and i realized that i had lost my toki toki boom wristlet and  inside was my mom's ipod nano and like 60 pesos of my money. I cried the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i remembered what Master Oogway, the turtle,  said in the KFP movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are no such thing as accidents&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it happened for some reason, maybe it was to teach me a lesson, or the one who took it must have really needed it. I'm still sad because i only had the ipod for like a week. :(( but hey? what can crying do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just post some of the quotes i remembered in the movie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE MOVIE. kinda contains spoilers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no secret ingredient, just you.&lt;/span&gt;"- Po the Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He can only be the dragon warrior if you believe that he is the dragon warrior&lt;/span&gt;" -Master Oogway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Long: W&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hat are you gonna do? sit on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po the Panda: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't tempt me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no charge for awesomeness, or attractiveness.&lt;/span&gt;" - Po the Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Long: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're nothing but a big fat panda&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Po the Panda: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope, I'm THE big fat panda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You guys look so much bigger than my action figures, except for you Mantis, you look alot like it&lt;/span&gt;." -Po the Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To those who haven't watched it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Watch it, it gives you a food for thought about life. :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632516073909387327-146352386028359066?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/146352386028359066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=146352386028359066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/146352386028359066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/146352386028359066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-are-no-such-thing-as-accidents.html' title='There are no such thing as accidents'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-120649948834244343</id><published>2008-06-06T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:25:24.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when is the right wrong and the wrong right?</title><content type='html'>Ever encountered a problem when you know you're doing the right thing and then the end result is just completely wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have. Almost my entire life. I'm damn unlucky.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like doing the right thing, or at least what i think the right thing is to do. But that's just it isn't it? How do we know that we're doing the right thing? In school, we study while teachers and parents tell us what the right thing is. But that's what they think, right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And truthfully, not everything what everyone thinks is righ&lt;/span&gt;t. So the right things that adults tell us may possibly be wrong at some point. So when do we really know what the right thing is? Well, there's the Bible for example. It's God's rule book, written by human beings. So how do we know that those human beings didn't write the book by what they think is right? Isn't it complicating? Me i lived my life thinking what they think is right. Until I went through grade 6, after that, i learned to decide for myself. I think that's why God created us all, so we can learn from each other. Everyone is right and Everyone is wrong, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well me. I haven't been lucky on what i believe is right, right now. Sometimes i think there's no such thing. Especially after what happened yesterday. I did something yesterday what i think, wait, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I KNOW&lt;/span&gt; is right but in the end everything went wrong and all i felt was guiltiness. You know when they say that you should just leave it all up to God? How do you do that? How do you give it all to Him? It's not like if you ask Him, a big voice will reply the answer in your head. So how? How do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; when you want to do the right thing but you're not sure if it's the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'd like to say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry &lt;/span&gt;to the people whom i've hurt just because i thought i was doing the right thing. I don't do it intentionally, I guess God just wanted it this way. If ever you're confused about what to do, always remember that there's God to listen to. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's the only solid thing you can lean on.&lt;/span&gt; Give Him a chance, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He won't let you down&lt;/span&gt;. If ever something has happened and you don't know why it happened, just trust Him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He knows what He's doing&lt;/span&gt;. He's doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm done rambling. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.: Happy 6th Monthsary to my big lug, Sorry. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632516073909387327-120649948834244343?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/120649948834244343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=120649948834244343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/120649948834244343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/120649948834244343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/06/ever-encountered-problem-when-you-know.html' title='when is the right wrong and the wrong right?'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-4071902493227130236</id><published>2008-06-04T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:47:25.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT. D:</title><content type='html'>I decided to change my blogs looks, it now looks stupid and it hurts my eyes.  and i can't seem to change the color of my background. GRR. I hate  it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632516073909387327-4071902493227130236?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/4071902493227130236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=4071902493227130236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/4071902493227130236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/4071902493227130236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-d.html' title='GREAT. D:'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-7038812501780031472</id><published>2008-06-03T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:31:05.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found on Camille's blog. i'm bored. so why not? riiight?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Once you are tagged, link back to the person that tagged you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Post THE RULES on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Post 9 weird or random facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tag 9 people and link to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Comment on their blog to let them know they have been tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I talk to people about random stuff most of the time.&lt;/span&gt; Eversince I could talk i was always like that, I could shift any topic in a snap. I don't know why, but i like talking, it's the best way to communicate to other people. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May pag ka-weirdo talaga ako&lt;/span&gt;. Ask the people who know me. i'm Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no clique or barkada.&lt;/span&gt; I hang out with almost everyone, may it be emos, preps, jocks, and even nerds. But if i would be given a label, i guess it would be a complete geek. I am geeky in a sort of way, especially my daily habits. I know alot about computers and I can speak 1337 (LEET). That's why in school everyone knows me. But i wouldn't consider myself popular, because that's the only people i have a hard time to get along with. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yung ala-mean girls&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I play the bass guitar. &lt;/span&gt;For some weird reason. It's either people don't know this or would not believe this. Haha. I started playing the bass guitar when my cousins and sisters started our band, &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/parallelparking"&gt;Parallel Parking&lt;/a&gt;. I wasn't great at it, in fact I mostly forget some of the things our mentor teaches us. But recently, we joined a battle of the bands contest somewhere in Cavite. guess what? We won 2nd place aaand i won best bassist out of 15 bands. i was like WOAH. haha, and i bet you have the same reaction as i do. :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love visiting random sites in the internet when I'm bored. :D &lt;/span&gt;here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;http://iminlikewithyou.com - some sorta chattin game. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://vectorpark.com - amazing games, especially "the head" game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://alienmelon.com - talk to minibyte! you can actually talk her. totally fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://http://hoogerbrugge.com - this one is for those weirder side of me. TOTALLY DISTURBING. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On a more serious truth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been in and out of the hospital about more than 7 times during my whole life, &lt;/span&gt;I guess you can call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sakitin. &lt;/span&gt;There are lots of reasons why I've been confined in hospitals. May it be allergies from lechon and another from chicken longanissa, Lung problems, Dengue 3 times, 2 times asthma. The most recent one was Dengue, I was like doing school stuff 3 days and taking exams 2 days while i had dengue and didn't even know it, until i got weird rashes. O_O i'm an unlucky broomstick with a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVELOVELOVE&lt;/span&gt; with Archie Comics. He's one of my heroes. :) Eversince i can read i've been holding on to my mom's Archie collection. Sometimes my mom is forced to hide them from me because i spend too much time on them, but unfortunately i can find them immediately. :)) Up until now i read them and if i have the money, i buy some more. i think you can say it's an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate people who annoy me into making them profiles, backgrounds and everything else&lt;/span&gt;, Sometimes they ask stupid requests such as. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can you make my profile EXACTLY like yours? onyl you put my name on it and picture, and can you not put a , By: Jors, on it? INFACT put a By: *girl's name* on my profile." &lt;/span&gt;I love making backgrounds and profiles and stuff but i don't believe in reproducing my own work and letting them take the credit. It annoys me so much. But I'm not being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mayabang&lt;/span&gt;, I'm just being truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camille Alexis Luang&lt;/span&gt; is the only reason why i put up a blog. I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terrible lazy person&lt;/span&gt; and she's the only one who can make me write stuff. LOL, i guess you can say she's my conscience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a complete nerd.&lt;/span&gt; I like talking about 1337, psychiatry and psychology.  :D and i'm closer to boys than girls. Most girls just keep talking about boys, makeup, fashion and useless stuff. I'm more fascinated by boys talking. :)) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO I'm not a flirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632516073909387327-7038812501780031472?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/7038812501780031472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=7038812501780031472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/7038812501780031472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/7038812501780031472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/06/found-on-camilles-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-771550217691753901</id><published>2008-06-03T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:44:59.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOLENT BIG BROTHER. grr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Big brother is being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;stoofid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; again. A while ago i was watching Pinoy Big Brother. I don't usually watch it since it's obviously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;scripted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To those who watch this show and think what i'm saying is totally wrong. THEN STOP READING THIS. this is my own opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a while ago i was watching it while the so called house mates we're being ordered by Big Bro to make like a hundred beaded necklaces. Well, obviously the HM didn't finished it. So Big Bro had decided to burn the HMs' clothes. AND I WAS LIKE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;whaaaat? are you stoofid?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean, HELLO? it's their personal stuff ain't it? Big Bro had no right to do that. It's their own property, those stuff  had sentimental value and  it was paid by their parents money. It's a bad example. I HATE IT. Big Bro is playing like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. People had made up this game to play with other people's lives. Just to see how other people live. And other people are participating in such contests just for the mere point of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;FAME AND FORTUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I don't understand it, even though the contestants say that they want it for the fortune of helping their family, They can't deny it that they also want it for the fame. It's a bad way of earning money, and to think, even TEENS are offered this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; opportunity. NAKAKAASAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na scripted siya. It's still ugly. Di ko alam kung bakit nagugustuhan ito ng mga tao. Ako ayaw ko talaga. WALANG WENTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, okay. I'm finished with banter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632516073909387327-771550217691753901?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/771550217691753901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=771550217691753901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/771550217691753901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/771550217691753901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/06/insolent-big-brother-grr.html' title='INSOLENT BIG BROTHER. grr.'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-7707534003287015016</id><published>2008-05-13T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T04:06:58.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>childish whimsies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's so weird. But for some reason, i miss the old times.the times when i was just a kid and everything seemed so simple.Like being in the honor student is nothing but a title, and that boys had cooties. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss it when i watch the news and all i see is people making peace with other people, that war wasn't even in my vocabulary and that i didn't need the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During Christmas my parents gave us a Ps2 console. [ &lt;em&gt;thank God it wasn't ps3! now that would be useless&lt;/em&gt; ] But we only had a few games to play on it. One day when we were at my cousins' house, i learned that their ps2 console can read ps 1 games. So for some weird reason, we switched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we were kids we had like 2 boxes full of ps1 cds. We used to play every saturday with our mom and dad. I love the ps1 especially their games. Yeah, the graphics may be crappy, but the stories, adventure and fun makes it worthwhile. One of my favorite games was called " Bust a Groove &lt;em&gt;(or bust a move in the japanese version)&lt;/em&gt; ". It's a dancing game alot like Audition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When i played this game again i was so happy. as in blissfully happy.&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;div align="justify"&gt;I missed that feeling. Thank goodness it's back. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But right about now, i'm playing Medievil2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Fortesque's my undead homeboy. :D&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/1632516073909387327-7707534003287015016?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/7707534003287015016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=7707534003287015016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/7707534003287015016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/7707534003287015016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/05/childish-whimsies.html' title='childish whimsies'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-544646785204737260</id><published>2008-04-30T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:11:45.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny thing really. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was browsing on photobucket when i saw a picture of a sad apple with the caption "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not a Banana&lt;/span&gt;". Then i remember a story my mom told me of a conversation that happened when i was a kid. It started out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Joreen, gusto mo ng apple?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddy Joreen: &lt;/span&gt;Uhm, yes mommy, i want. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiling face&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Sure ka gusto mong mansanas?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddy Joreen: &lt;/span&gt;No! i don't want mansanas! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pouty face&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;HAHA! xD (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tinawagan yung iba&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Joreen, you want apple?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddy Joreen: &lt;/span&gt;Yes!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Eh, what about mansanas?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddy Joreen: &lt;/span&gt;AYAW! &gt;:c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAHAT: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like that because i didn't understand tagalog that much when i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. ayun. Tapos. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My new drawing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://seasons-of-april.deviantart.com/art/Ember-84326690" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e276/jorz42/BLONDIE.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee~ ang panget. my own character. click for full view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/1632516073909387327-544646785204737260?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/544646785204737260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=544646785204737260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/544646785204737260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/544646785204737260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-thing-really.html' title='Funny thing really. :)'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-9082385929585936551</id><published>2008-04-27T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:55:57.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently, God likes listening to Chris Brown as much as I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;funny story really. This happened &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My family and I were coming home from Sunday Mass, it was about 9 in the evening and we were all going in the car. Everyone was busy with their own conversations, while me and my older sister Roxanne were talking about today's music. Dad had turned on the radio to 89.90. You see every Sunday the radio station showcases some rnb music, during that time they were playing the song "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do I breathe by Ne-Yo.&lt;/span&gt;" Suddenly, it had reminded me of Chris Brown and Jordin Sparks' new song entitled "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Air&lt;/span&gt;". So I had said aloud to my sister that I hope that the radio station plays that song next. We were all quiet in the car, when for no apparent reason the song, "No Air", started playing! My sister and me shouted so loud in the car! My parents, my lola and Jamie was shocked. My family and I just laughed at the funny coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You see, my sister and i are big fans of Chris Brown, as in we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; his songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as we continued lip synching the song, my sister said " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay.. sana Say Goodbye ni Chris brown ang sunod na tugtugin.&lt;/span&gt;" and I jokingly replied, " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sige, pagdadasalan ko. haha&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and then BOOM! right then and there, after "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Air&lt;/span&gt;" The intro of " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;" started playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister screeched with glee from hearing it, and i had started feeling Goosebumps all over my body. Then we were quiet all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny isn't it? I don't know if it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pure coincidence&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God likes listening to Chris Brown as much as we do. :)&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/1632516073909387327-9082385929585936551?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/9082385929585936551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=9082385929585936551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/9082385929585936551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/9082385929585936551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/04/apparently-god-likes-listening-to-chris.html' title='Apparently, God likes listening to Chris Brown as much as I do'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-2531127988282493678</id><published>2008-04-25T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:01:31.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses in a Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This isn't mine by the way. It's an email i got a long time ago. Just wanted to share. :) Prepare to be touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is for you, Daddy&lt;/span&gt;." The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt;. He spoke to her in a harsh manner," &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?&lt;/span&gt;" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full&lt;/span&gt;." The father was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crushed&lt;/span&gt;. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger. An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.&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/1632516073909387327-2531127988282493678?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/2531127988282493678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=2531127988282493678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/2531127988282493678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/2531127988282493678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/04/kisses-in-box.html' title='Kisses in a Box'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-372632791096988810</id><published>2008-04-24T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T05:02:29.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't forget. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JONAH "BEEFF" FERNANDEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SBFyDxUzRdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8-tVM4_4rGM/s1600-h/beeff.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SBFyDxUzRdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8-tVM4_4rGM/s320/beeff.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193057254440650194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loooong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unrelated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things off, we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inseperable&lt;/span&gt;. :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even 16 hours of airplane flight can't keep us from staying great bestfriends/sisters. &lt;/span&gt;We met during our 6th grade. Funny story really, the first time we met, we despised each other. xD SERIOUSLY, we did. But everything changed when we were paired as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seatmatebuddies&lt;/span&gt;" during our 6th grade fieldtrip. After that, no one has been able to seperate us. Boys, liars, backstabbers and even rumors can't seperate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camille&lt;/span&gt;, Jonah was also one of the persons that has changed my life. Sabi nga ng iba " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para kayong mga baliw&lt;/span&gt;". Haha. tawa lang kami. Because it's completely true. We are crazy and weird, that's why Jonah and i get along too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BEEFF &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEEFFED&lt;/span&gt;. It stands for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;est &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lectrifying and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xciting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;riends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know, it sounds weird right? Haha. We started that nickname during our freshman year. Everyone in school called each other bestfriend or friendship. We wanted some originality. SO those who like our nickname. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back Off!&lt;/span&gt; Jonah and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; it, take it and you'll be talking with our lawyers. :)) HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. To those who don't and laugh at it. We know your just jealous. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;this girl sooo much&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i terribly miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our freshman days was the last time I saw her. Sadly, she and her family had to go to America because of her father's job. Anyways, we still talk over ym. But somehow I wish that there can be a time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where we'd have our senseless talks, dramatic chats, those priceless laughs and MANGO CREAM PIE again. &lt;/span&gt;But i know that someday we'll cross paths again. :D or i'll just have to stow-away on an airplane straight to washington. xDLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: BEEFF, if you ever read this. Thanks for everything. :) I terribly miss you and I hope you and your family take care. I'll be waiting. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632516073909387327-372632791096988810?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/372632791096988810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=372632791096988810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/372632791096988810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/372632791096988810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/04/jonah-beeff-fernandez-my-loooong-lost.html' title='I won&apos;t forget. :)'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SBFyDxUzRdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8-tVM4_4rGM/s72-c/beeff.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-6685171770414436671</id><published>2008-04-23T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:14:24.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille.Camille.Camille.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camille Alexis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Luang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SA8I-hUzRcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AuLZ07MeHnA/s1600-h/camille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SA8I-hUzRcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AuLZ07MeHnA/s320/camille.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192378765571999170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/DONNAV%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/DONNAV%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; name. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fantastic personality&lt;/span&gt; behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille is a great friend of mine. We became friends during our 6th grade. But during our 1st year is when we became &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soul sisters&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(haha. corny) &lt;/span&gt;I guess it's because we have this "special sense". When I'm sad, she's sad, when she's happy, i'm happy. :D kulit noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're close, and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this girl. I like it how she trusts me so much with her secrets, and how i can trust her with mine. I even remember that we spent most of our time on the stairs or at the front of our classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille is not your everyday of kind of girl. She's shy and timid. But secretly, everyone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;envies&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mysterious beauty&lt;/span&gt;. ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so true, so true.&lt;/span&gt;) She's got a talent for photography and she always looks at the positive side of things. I guess that's why her photographs are great, because she has a great perspective. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone is lucky to have her as a friend. TRUST ME. :D i'm glad i'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Unlike the majority of teenage girls, I'm contented with my looks but I'm just one of the clumsiest people you will ever meet. =p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;BTW: Congrats to Camille, she's a nominee in candymag's teen blog award. :D weee~&lt;br /&gt;http://www.candymag.com/blogawards/blog/camilleishyowizzle&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/1632516073909387327-6685171770414436671?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/6685171770414436671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=6685171770414436671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/6685171770414436671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/6685171770414436671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/04/camillecamillecamille.html' title='Camille.Camille.Camille.'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SA8I-hUzRcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AuLZ07MeHnA/s72-c/camille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-5052591943359922519</id><published>2008-04-22T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T02:27:24.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a BLOOMING experience. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As most of my friends know. I'm currently in a band called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/parallelparking"&gt; Parallel Parking&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I play the bass guitar. :D Our band consists of my two sisters, Roxanne and Jamie, and my two cousins, Mikel and Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I guess our first "gig" was somewhere in SM molino where we played with a band called Northborder. After that, people started requesting if we could play in their bars and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;At first i wasn't really excited about the places where we were playing. In fact it sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; me. Then a few months later, my grandmother from my mom's side got an unexpected call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Her cousin had called up because he had found us on youtube. He wanted us to play in a place called Eastwood city. The best part of his offer was not the place, but who we were playing for. He had texted my grandmother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pwede ba sila tumugtog kasama ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bloomfields&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. at first i laughed at the idea, i thought it was some kind of joke. Until my grandmother told me that we were actually related to Pepe and JayJay, the two main singers of the band. I was completely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dumbstrucked, &lt;/span&gt;and so were the rest of my relatives. We were scheduled to play for them on April 16th.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which was, BTW, Camille's birthday.)  &lt;/span&gt;The day before our "gig" i had felt mixed emotions. Happy, Excited, Confused and really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nervous. &lt;/span&gt;I mean, who wouldn't? Meeting a band who you are actually related to? Playing somewhere you've never played before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the gig, I couldn't sleep actually. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask Camille, she knows. &lt;/span&gt;We were all excited. When i woke up in the morning we practiced, and we left the house at 4:00 pm. We drove to Eastwood city, and arrived there 7:00 in the evening. We were thirty minutes early. We walked around the " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alabang-like&lt;/span&gt;" place, and after minutes of searching we finally found the spot were we were suppose to play. It was in the middle, encircled by restaurants and it was an open area. It was simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, then minutes later &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bloomfields  &lt;/span&gt;have arrived. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To those who don't know them, they are a band who sings old songs like the songs of The Beatles and The Beach Boys. ANOTHER SHAMELESS PLUG: http://thebloomfieldsband.com) &lt;/span&gt;They sang a first set then it was our turn. I looked at the crowd and I even got more nervous, because the crowd that we had was not like the others, these were socialites who have gourmet foods for breakfast and don't walk around in old slippers. No, the worst part is they might even compare us with the Bloomfields. But I was wrong, after our first song they were clapping, then it rained. The people started leaving and getting out of their seats, BUT they did not leave from the place, instead they all ran for cover from the rain. It just meant one thing: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They liked us.&lt;/span&gt; Which was a relief. After the show the Bloomfields manager talked to us and offered us to play in Bluewave. I hope we do, and after that the Band congratulated us and even took pictures with us. One of the band members, whom i idolized so much was Rocky, He' the drummer that sings and has the most amazing american accent. :D i took a picture with with him, and the bass guitarist, Louie, was making fun of us.  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D it really was a BLOOMING experience&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW FOR THE PICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SA3FxhUzRbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qy1rAIh1xTY/s1600-h/ewood3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SA3FxhUzRbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qy1rAIh1xTY/s320/ewood3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192023399977928114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me with rocky. (checkout the Louie in the background. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SA3FxBUzRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtTTaL8ibxY/s1600-h/ewood1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SA3FxBUzRZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OtTTaL8ibxY/s320/ewood1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192023391387993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parallel Parking playing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SA3FxRUzRaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BLjh-vkThoM/s1600-h/ewood2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SA3FxRUzRaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BLjh-vkThoM/s320/ewood2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192023395682960802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bloomfields with Parallel Parking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;( from left to right: Mikel, Jamie, Me, Tito JayJay, Tito Pepe, Tips in the middle, Rocky at the back, Ate Roxanne, Lakan and funny Louie. ) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/DONNAV%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632516073909387327-5052591943359922519?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/5052591943359922519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=5052591943359922519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/5052591943359922519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/5052591943359922519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/04/blooming-experience.html' title='a BLOOMING experience. :)'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zntKlnyyx-k/SA3FxhUzRbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qy1rAIh1xTY/s72-c/ewood3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632516073909387327.post-6295085399043013439</id><published>2008-04-21T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T02:28:00.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome welcome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, it's been a while since i made a blog. Actually, I'm a person that has many ideas. I'm in love with sharing and learning. I read a lot of books. One of the reasons why i started using a blog again is because of one of my best friends, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camille Alexis Luang. &lt;/span&gt;She's a great person. I'll tell you more about her soon enough. Instead check out her own amazing blogspot here: http://camilleishyow.blogspot.com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(shameless plug. tsktsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways, that's all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632516073909387327-6295085399043013439?l=aprilistically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/feeds/6295085399043013439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1632516073909387327&amp;postID=6295085399043013439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/6295085399043013439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632516073909387327/posts/default/6295085399043013439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilistically.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-welcome.html' title='welcome welcome.'/><author><name>Jors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761746877722230746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
