<?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-4323197893519836792</id><updated>2011-09-16T22:54:51.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevzo8™</title><subtitle type='html'>Envoy of Darkness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-7110054915364571524</id><published>2010-12-20T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:56:25.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kevzo8.blogspot.com, now signing off.</title><content type='html'>So, yeah. It has been a year since my last update in this blog. I have many plans for my posts, but none of them have been published; so I might as well keep them as drafts and place them at the deepest part of my dashboard. I believe that there are things that must be put to a point of farewell when all things are said and done; and I guess, I have already reached the climax. This blog has served as my historical record of my existence; while few of them are happy moments, most of them are some sort of rants and sad stuffs, which were published as a result of my immaturity. Now, I am all grown up and have had full understanding of the reason behind my stupid posts.  Screw you, Puberty. I just laugh at them; seemingly can't believe I wrote them. At times, some posts here make me cry for no apparent reason, whether sweet or fun memories. Nevertheless, you can still view my older posts and reminisce the moment if ever you took part of that certain circumstance in my high school year. Be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes to an end. Goodbye to you all. I'm glad for having this blog as a medium for sharing my experiences and thoughts as a high school student, which is inevitably, the most memorable part of my life. Thank you for all those who patronized and wasted their time for reading my posts. Thank you. Thanks to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-7110054915364571524?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/7110054915364571524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=7110054915364571524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7110054915364571524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7110054915364571524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2010/12/kevzo8blogspotcom-now-signing-off.html' title='kevzo8.blogspot.com, now signing off.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-7551068481658493952</id><published>2009-12-28T13:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:17:43.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday and birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was drove to publish something new on this midpoint day of Christ's 2042nd birthday celebration and the start of a new decade in the Gregorian Calendar. I was supposed to have this post hours ago, but a bunch of crazy things had distracted everything I have in mind, including the waiting for  my new BEIKE 8017 watch (thanks for the gift, Kathline! Ü) to strike at 12 midnight, yet I didn't manage remembering to greet the birthday celebrants. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.tinypic.com/208eedd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 166px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/208eedd.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Merry Holiday Birthday to those with "Today" in the rightmost of their name, and an Advance Happy Birthday to the other. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/Szivjwh5YPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oeNRMgT8YKg/s1600-h/I-ANTARES+ROCKZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 64px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/Szivjwh5YPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oeNRMgT8YKg/s320/I-ANTARES+ROCKZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420275180397748466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzivkCJw5mI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uo19ftHeZNg/s1600-h/13746_1072754314596_1698312403_138769_388742_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 57px; height: 64px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzivkCJw5mI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uo19ftHeZNg/s320/13746_1072754314596_1698312403_138769_388742_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420275185128367714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 13 to 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday fau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to several others, happy birthday too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though this greeting should have been earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's there listed on the Events. And he is NOT "Ako Ini&lt;/span&gt;". &gt;.&gt;' *LOL* Let's face it. You already revealed yourself. :x Here's my tribute for your birthday, since I knew no friend does it nor celebrate birthday with you. :D Like what you told me, freakin' birthday on holiday. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you a brief background of who and what is he, fau's an expert, genius gamer and the quiet, cool guy who has been my classmate since June 2006 until April 2007, and a friend forever. Fau isn't his real name nor Fredrick nor Super Cute — it's FREDRIK with no C. Boasting his extreme "cuteness" is his hobby, but he gets timid when linked to a girl. In fact, an almost official fans club FFF club or Fredrik Fau's Fans club was founded. I'm one of the few who witness him cry not in public, with the backstory which can be turned into a skit. We get along well, including when the topic is about video games and stuffs, especially Pokémon. And by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/25/46/36776452/0_283232156l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/25/46/36776452/0_283232156l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Teddy (2003 - December 2006). Massacred at the age of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teddy is a scruffy brown stuff toy bear composed of cottons and dusts, and some coins too. His muzzle, inner ear and paws are supposedly white, and his nose and eyes are brown, the latter having black eyeballs. He's a male and he doesn't speak. I do not own him -- Fau does. I just took care of Teddy when he thought of bringing him at school. Teddy loves playing with me and I'm enjoying being with him too. Aside from being a talented teddy bear knowing how to do dangerous tricks, he's also a punching bag and a destresser, smacking toy. Sadly, when the Holiday vacation is over, he wasn't found until traces of cottons from his body. Soon we later realized that he was brutelessly killed by The-Man-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He was last seen having fun with his fellow stuff toy friends and different gift boxes and jars under the Christmas tree. Poor boy. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4694/233347025005782/1600/22394/DSC06414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 142px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4694/233347025005782/1600/22394/DSC06414.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;memories... *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*facepalms* Pfft. Gotta get back to the real deal and snap out of being inane, insane crackbrain (rhymes, eh? 8D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I just broke the fourth wall. D: Gonna figure out how to end the post. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I noticed that my posts are stretching the scroll bars for few miles from its origin. So I guess it's time to cut everything short. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¡Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, one last thing. I was glad that the Christmas nuisance a.k.a. kid carolers have cut-off their lungs, but sad because the Christmas day ended so no more gifts and silver bell clangs. Now let us prepare to celebrate the New Year with booms and bangs! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy New Year, folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¡Feliz Año Nuevo, gente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the spirit of Christmas never ends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4323197893519836792-7551068481658493952?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/7551068481658493952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=7551068481658493952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7551068481658493952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7551068481658493952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-and-birthday.html' title='Holiday and birthday'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/208eedd_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-7639298039658700251</id><published>2009-12-22T14:30:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:10:39.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Bro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry christmas and a happy new year. Sa may bahay...&lt;/blockquote&gt;These are the introductory lines from the sickening ruckuses of the kids who call themselves "carolers". These are different children that has exactly the same introductory song, starting from the greeting then followed by the Christmas carol "Sa May Bahay, Ang Aming Bati". Now it keeps on ringing in my thoughts. I'm not being killjoy or what, but I've been hearing the same song for like, every single night since the start of December. As they say, I'm the grouchiest man in our territory, so with one stare, they find their self dashing off. Poor kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoot it. A bunch of carolers just went begging for a single penny. Of course I refused. As they run off, one of them shouted, "Demonyo!". That kid. &gt;.&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comeback post sure needs a better intro than the one above. Yeah, you heard it right. I want to be back in the routine of browsing my dashboard, tweaking my layout and reading other blog posts. The nostalgia of posting is chilling my nerves and my will refuses to hold it back just as I normally do before going to a lengthy hiatus. So here I am. Again. To deliver you some fresh news of my own. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into blogging this Tuesday, despite my dislike for that day. I prefer publishing posts on Fridays, though the sense of my keyboard drives me onto this place. Speaking of days, I want to share you my sincerest greeting: Happy Holidays! Only three days left before His birthday, per the Roman Catholic belief. As the stereotype rule applies, everyone, including me, have their very own wish list, ranging from luxurious gifts to plain letters. As for me, there's only one material thing I want to receive. I prefer to keep it to myself, but I'd be happy if somebody will give it exclusively for me. If you really know me, then I guess you probably know what it is. I do not live up to any expectations that someday I can own one.. And I'm fairly certain nobody could give me such, no matter how cheap it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, what a lovely Christmas holiday so far. The month of December has always been longed by any Naguenian for the bunch of consecutive activities. The exciting parts are the Friday's events on the week of our last stay in our campus this year of the Earth Ox. As for me, there are three things so far that makes the holiday season. I gladly appreciate this blessing He gave me on his month-long birthday =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzB4bhdcDZI/AAAAAAAAACo/InXsa8ylG7g/s1600-h/15437_1280009169704_1514300165_30720932_2243181_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCRqet9MlI/AAAAAAAAADo/SOaJQ64pWQ0/s1600-h/13862_1131978514693_1684191176_281281_1026790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCRqet9MlI/AAAAAAAAADo/SOaJQ64pWQ0/s320/13862_1131978514693_1684191176_281281_1026790_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417990510713057874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCSHS Intramurals 2009 "Sawisaw '09"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sawisaw '09 - the title for NCSHS Intramurals Mr. Sulpicio C. Alferez III a.k.a. "JOJO" kept on joking about and repeating in hilarious way. Despite the heat and I attending late, we marched through the gate and begun our entrance yells and appeals which would later mark our success. The start has been harsh for the teases and taunts has made everyone exasperated - a smell of a very historic clashes of the batches. With the Phoenixes on our side, the Sysphyphers (if I spelled right) had their younger siblings, the Valkyrinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went with our plan and gone under control. An early astonishment for the other batches when we received 5 gold medals for the Table tennis (4) and Chess boys. Proudly, I was one of the Chess players XP. The next day was horrifically the throwing of vulgar pranks of Seniors against the Juniors albeit the rage between the two year levels was during the Volleyball girls 3rd yr VS 2nd yr, with us supporting the Sophomores. They started the fight as we read through their actions, which were then followed by our words. Action indeed speaks louder than words, but words hurt more than action. &gt;:] It includes the abruptly increase of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probies &lt;/span&gt;of their batch and name calling, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SysPAMPERS"&lt;/span&gt;, a pun of their batch name. To quote the serious joke Jerald announced: "Mga taga salo ng s**t" XD Even though they won the match, we were still confident as we already have precomputed the points: 10 vs 5, and if ever they win the next battles, 7. So whatever happens, we are CHAMPIONS. Being the elder students, we had them won the Basketball for them to celebrate something. Kind, eh? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all happened what we expect to happen. The prophecy says it all. Seniors, once more. Though we are supposedly the Champions even before, if not of the &lt;strike&gt;dirty games of the previous batch&lt;/strike&gt; badminton players mucking up. *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest Congratulations for our batch. Sadly, we failed to have a taste of being in the 4th place. :P And greater congratulations to other batches, too. You guys did very well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzB4cupEcrI/AAAAAAAAADA/oTDjcUnQp5M/s1600-h/15437_1280009689717_1514300165_30720943_5495168_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzB4cupEcrI/AAAAAAAAADA/oTDjcUnQp5M/s320/15437_1280009689717_1514300165_30720943_5495168_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417962786678665906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzB4ce_S-zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/o-WFd0KrQq0/s1600-h/15437_1280009649716_1514300165_30720942_2887357_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzB4ce_S-zI/AAAAAAAAAC4/o-WFd0KrQq0/s320/15437_1280009649716_1514300165_30720942_2887357_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417962782476925746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzB4b4XpVQI/AAAAAAAAACw/Su-6Awm5J5I/s1600-h/15437_1280009609715_1514300165_30720941_2505431_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzB4b4XpVQI/AAAAAAAAACw/Su-6Awm5J5I/s320/15437_1280009609715_1514300165_30720941_2505431_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417962772110071042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzB4bhdcDZI/AAAAAAAAACo/InXsa8ylG7g/s1600-h/15437_1280009169704_1514300165_30720932_2243181_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzB4bhdcDZI/AAAAAAAAACo/InXsa8ylG7g/s320/15437_1280009169704_1514300165_30720932_2243181_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417962765960351122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Captions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The banner Krizzia Mei made to save the Intrams's banner from being made by Ma'am Jo D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unexpected wacky poses - some are prepared, majority are not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IV-Gryffindor in Sawisaw '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gryffindor only... ¬_¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NEPHYTHYS - THE CHAMPIONS - We are the champions, my friend~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCDluBZrMI/AAAAAAAAADg/iGRjiM4bZyY/s1600-h/15437_1280049970724_1514300165_30721012_7316669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCDluBZrMI/AAAAAAAAADg/iGRjiM4bZyY/s1600-h/15437_1280049970724_1514300165_30721012_7316669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCDluBZrMI/AAAAAAAAADg/iGRjiM4bZyY/s320/15437_1280049970724_1514300165_30721012_7316669_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417975035759013058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HJiL6OerCI"&gt;The Gift of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The gifts carved from the efforts of our classmates that may be considered as a completion of requirement or a token as we leave the school for the holiday vacation. All of them are worth more than your daily allowance which I assume cheaper than mine. Or maybe not. Who knows. The scarcity of funds from our parents is more often because of the relentless expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the program, many were affected by the epidemic KJness, then later, several people eager to have the party work out as the best made ways. Ian is the most zealous person I saw who has been trying to have his greatest Christmas party ever. But I was disappointed to him when I tried to greet him a "very merry Christmas good friend" and got no reply. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it is just me, or did we really enjoy the party? I mean, we had so much much much of fun, but I still think there are still something missing. It's on the tip of my tongue but I seemingly can't pronounce it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCDlf_NxvI/AAAAAAAAADY/35dsMCr5R4I/s1600-h/15437_1280049810720_1514300165_30721008_5543303_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCDlf_NxvI/AAAAAAAAADY/35dsMCr5R4I/s320/15437_1280049810720_1514300165_30721008_5543303_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417975031991748338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCDlKik_WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Mwi_4M-G5CI/s1600-h/15437_1280049730718_1514300165_30721006_5223983_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCDlKik_WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Mwi_4M-G5CI/s320/15437_1280049730718_1514300165_30721006_5223983_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417975026234490210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCDksWA0OI/AAAAAAAAADI/5lTmDa1UCNs/s1600-h/15437_1280049650716_1514300165_30721005_3911668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCDksWA0OI/AAAAAAAAADI/5lTmDa1UCNs/s320/15437_1280049650716_1514300165_30721005_3911668_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417975018128724194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCRq1c4w1I/AAAAAAAAADw/11DEXrZtT0k/s1600-h/15437_1280048530688_1514300165_30720979_6268031_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCRq1c4w1I/AAAAAAAAADw/11DEXrZtT0k/s320/15437_1280048530688_1514300165_30720979_6268031_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417990516815479634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That reminds me. I got it. We lack emotion sharing. That could have completed the party. We'll be bidding short farewells without easing all the angst and hatred to each other. It's Christmas and I think it is an essential part of such Christmas party. Now, for some reason, I missed III-Antimony. Our party last year was the most emotional one I experienced. That's one reason why they have been the best family I ever had and will linger in my memories for time immemorial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCTnyDeGNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7cZMb9D4RV4/s1600-h/15437_1280079931473_1514300165_30721063_4924668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCTnyDeGNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7cZMb9D4RV4/s1600-h/15437_1280079931473_1514300165_30721063_4924668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCTnyDeGNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7cZMb9D4RV4/s320/15437_1280079931473_1514300165_30721063_4924668_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417992663387216082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCTnsYiokI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2vfRqCMkb7g/s1600-h/15437_1280054210830_1514300165_30721031_7604015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCTnsYiokI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2vfRqCMkb7g/s320/15437_1280054210830_1514300165_30721031_7604015_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417992661864981058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love THE BAR!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Err... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They &lt;/span&gt;love The Bar. I will never have the guts to take a sip of that Vodka. It's neither a measure of being a man nor part of jamming. It's just a plain, crippled philosophy of worthless people. They merely tried to have a taste of it, just for fun. They'll be dropping out of High School less than a quarter year. Anyway, forgive them. They're still under the ages of experiments and discoveries, that's why they were totally out of their sane. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Captions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gifts, gifts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gifts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gifts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and MOAR GIFTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first group picture with me being full bodied, not a head shot nor covered XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The usual group photo shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smiles!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Fiesta!.. este, Merry Christmas.. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The festive Christmas center decor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Class picture with our adviser Mrs. Padrique and a cup filled "The Bar" vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the one who raises the cup tallest. After the shot, his face got very reddish. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCbIJiQx7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OY3aMbLTYVU/s1600-h/15437_1282550193228_1514300165_30726056_1997405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCbIJiQx7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OY3aMbLTYVU/s1600-h/15437_1282550193228_1514300165_30726056_1997405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCbIJiQx7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OY3aMbLTYVU/s320/15437_1282550193228_1514300165_30726056_1997405_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000916027590578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCbH1gbBqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1MYSST6EOp0/s1600-h/15437_1282550153227_1514300165_30726055_7272383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCbH1gbBqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1MYSST6EOp0/s320/15437_1282550153227_1514300165_30726055_7272383_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000910651164322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCbHl49OPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/N-fG_eIIMn4/s1600-h/15437_1282550073225_1514300165_30726054_322606_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCbHl49OPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/N-fG_eIIMn4/s320/15437_1282550073225_1514300165_30726054_322606_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000906459101426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCbHP5UjHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VrQ8VgMXEmk/s1600-h/15437_1282549953222_1514300165_30726051_4086680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCbHP5UjHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VrQ8VgMXEmk/s320/15437_1282549953222_1514300165_30726051_4086680_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000900555050098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCaczSkJmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aruWAaMFliQ/s1600-h/15437_1282550033224_1514300165_30726053_6731668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCaczSkJmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aruWAaMFliQ/s320/15437_1282550033224_1514300165_30726053_6731668_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000171321796194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCab2F78BI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YoehzFurRms/s1600-h/15437_1282549993223_1514300165_30726052_2066560_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCab2F78BI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YoehzFurRms/s320/15437_1282549993223_1514300165_30726052_2066560_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000154894266386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCabxX6cCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sE6I_KMQ0yg/s1600-h/15437_1282549913221_1514300165_30726050_4866574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCabxX6cCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sE6I_KMQ0yg/s320/15437_1282549913221_1514300165_30726050_4866574_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000153627488290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCabWwauvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O7gZ44Ce7fM/s1600-h/15437_1282549833219_1514300165_30726048_7634899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCabWwauvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O7gZ44Ce7fM/s320/15437_1282549833219_1514300165_30726048_7634899_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000146482510578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sb Night Life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;images courtesy of &lt;a href="http://jenoiii28.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A small unit from III-Antimony has planned of a Christmas Reunion but only few came -- it's hardly a reunion. But still, the fun didn't stop. We planned to gather at Avenue Square but comically went to SM City Naga, where we found two other buddies. We waited years for the others to come, so fastfood chain is our first get-up for we were dramatically starving. We wander all around SM just to find the perfect meal to suit our hunger yet ended up having our dinner in KFC, under Aries's budget. (Kudos to you Aries~!) All were quite as we concentrate filling our tummies, when suddenly we thought of watching the film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;. Just before my new watch's minute hand strikes at eight o'clock, we visited Photoline to catch the memorable flick. Fortunately, the cameraman took longer time to come, so as he prepare, we took unlimited shots with various gestures inside the room using Jenny's time-set digital camera. We then went to Cinema 4 to watch the movie. I really loved it. The graphics, the art, the concept - it was perfect for my digitally oriented eyes. Right before I started shivering for the freezer-like cinema house, I smelled the cheesy aroma of the pop corns and peeked on my watch -- to my surprise, it's a quarter before twelve! We hurriedly took the package one's sixteen copies of four different poses back at the photo shop. That leaves the final product with this piece of picture in my hand and a experience of fun in my mind. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCabHVSemI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OB1Oag7W2yU/s1600-h/nytlyf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCabHVSemI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OB1Oag7W2yU/s320/nytlyf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418000142342191714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sb &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...sa may bahay&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&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/4323197893519836792-7639298039658700251?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/7639298039658700251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=7639298039658700251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7639298039658700251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7639298039658700251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-bro.html' title='Happy birthday Bro.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/SzCRqet9MlI/AAAAAAAAADo/SOaJQ64pWQ0/s72-c/13862_1131978514693_1684191176_281281_1026790_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-1801617425156610136</id><published>2009-10-15T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:08:44.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-da-DIARY ta ka!</title><content type='html'>October 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;It all started when our dear, prettiful, sexy, lovely teacher (I'm not being suctorial :P) in Val. Ed./Research II/Lingo/Storytelling Divine Haboc instructed us to start our diary this day for the completion of our requirement in VE. I'm used to posting stuffs here in my blog which is like an online diary to me, so no problem-o. In fact, blogging is much in public, resulting to gain my confidence. :P So let's go to the real deal: my very first entry of this very first project diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as the time's diminishing eternalness killing the span of moments to be cherished by the Nephythys, the intense pressure is amplified. Simultaneous projects, tests, chismaxs, issues and everything. But we still do not lose the spirit. SciMath Fair draws near, so we'd better get ready of what are we presenting, the MagLev, with me being as the proponent. It was supposed to be a class project but only few seems to care. Renz will be aiding me in creating the device, so we're two. I just hope the remaining days will not have the same case as this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we had this consecutive miserable tests — Ana. Geom. and TLE — it's not as noseblood as they say as nosebloody tests does not exist, instead, it was braincracking. The Ana. Geom. test was so frustrating for half of the test was not discussed. And what makes it fail so hard is that, our previous meeting was sir's birthday, so rather than having the lecture, he had showed off his "talent" in which I know he never possessed and did not entertained us, really. ZOMG, I am so mean, forgive me. It's just that, nobody past the test he had given us. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Another boring day for my boring section... err, ugh. I can't help mocking my own room &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kirz&lt;/span&gt;ing with a girl he just knew after he got busted from his previous girl. Pathetic as it seems, he presented a six year &lt;s&gt;curse&lt;/s&gt; vow to this insane girl. I doubt he could wait, if he was able to give up on a girl he haven't lasted for half of such vow. //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krizzia and I were on our way to Dunkin', our favorite food chain, and have some realizations and said she's at the mood of shedding tears. She just said she's mad at me a little bit. Followed by an explanation, "You get mad at your closest friends often for their the ones you have known for more... You can't just judge and get mad at people whom you really did not know at one time or another." I bet she's right. That's the same explanations for kids receiving much of yells from their parents. And yeah, she's going to be a Physician someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;The word "late" has accompanied my life for many years. And in those years, I believe that it's "better late than never" because "huli man daw at magaling, maihahabul din".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late in existence - I was 11 when I started high school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late presence - yeah, literally, I coming to campus late is my passion, yet I never experienced suspension (whatta, rhyme! :D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late friendship - I can hardly distinguish foes from friends, and now, I can't find the best bud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late in love (?) - I didn't fall to anyone, err&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late in time - .. or I did fall to something. I love you internet, you're the reason why I sleep so late every night. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late in progress - yeah, it has been my habit submitting late projects XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;...and many more. So what's with that random thought? Because I went late attending our meeting, not after Herbert whom was expected to be late. I'm from Peñafrancia, he's from Canaman. See the difference? I apologize, I just love sleeping with my right ears exposed. Hmm, haven't I told you about my hearing difficulty? Now you know. So no one can disturb me from deep slumber. Tehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the meeting? Well, as usual, to Kim O's house at Pili. We travel that far just another experience of full meal ;) err, I mean, a peaceful and wide place to practice our God's ad. But before any other, we tackled Nephythys issues as starter. Several topics we had: the deemed "Nephythyf", the controversial PDA-ers couple, the kirs teachers, the culprit and more. Heck, I were to count, that would cost an SNN show. :D And the practice? Yeah, like expected, we had the practice after the meal. yuum. But then, I went sleeping rather than thinking of new sets of steps. If it wasn't for the completion of the requirements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after, the jeepney lead us to SM city, and there we had some book-skimming, Pokémon figure-staring and my favorite hot fudge sundae-ing. Then tomorrow's Sunday, and will run my unreligious, boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, my Sunday regiment is totally boring, so I do expect nothing would happen good except for the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up at 10 o' clock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run the computer shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take my brunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend day-long sitting in front of the Counter's PC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy too much snacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep late at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;See? D:&lt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; pathetic, she was made pathetic by her actions. She might have an attitude and speech problem. Actually, I pity her. I heard she was a subject of beleaguer of her classmate a year ago. She need friends. But it's not me. I tried, it's just, gross. She needs to be changed, improve her social skills, and everything. Poor kid. Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to be so vulgar. D: If only you could observe her, you'll understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, another thing is that liberatedness of my classmates. I know we have to be open about everything, but there are things we do not have to commercialize, speaking of such word for every moment of their lives. That kinda sucks. It's one factor that makes me hate them. I just hope these people would get mature before they set out of the school if they would not want to get pregnant early. D:&lt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; things in a blink of an eye. And I do believe what's the cause of this: my brain neurons explodes everytime I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; to shut down my computer in front of me. And to be clear, I'm not an addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm really are not. It's my "passion". In fact, I'll be getting a four year course of Computer Science. I always realize how profitable it is to stand an internet shop. But there is something that I really do not like: IM Buzzes, begging for my "yes" on their questions, "kevz, pwedeng magpaprint?". I do not want to live upto my life trademarked as "printer". Duh. Don't you realize that? I know, it's a form of "helping", but at least, show me some gratitude! It was not my pleasure if you pay me because I can easily reject such costs. Besides, I'm not as cheap you. And so, I established a rule regarding my service: "FCs, no, no! CFs, go, go~". Meaning "feeling close" (those whom I do not event talked to) are rejected while close friends (an Antares or have been my classmate at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a friend asked me what language would I use in my diary and answered, "English, of course!". And there it started an argument that "Filipino dapat para maexpress mo ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings &lt;/span&gt;at tsaka dapat may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own language&lt;/span&gt;!" - not so much of point. Look, arguing about using Filipino than English would get so lame when you lost the internalization; she even used words that do not fit of what she's talking about. *headdesk* Oh, the rapid growth of hypocrite population... At least I stand what I say and I know what I say. I'd just love Filipino, albeit in speech. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Boring days have gotten in too much screen time, such as this day. Ironic enough, we've got few months left, times run as fast as the velocity of light. I would really love the view of seeing us together again... As if that's ever gonna happen again. Nostalgic events brings me back to the realms of the past... and there's no escaping it. Reminiscent of memories... stereotypically, that comes out when something's end is imminent. Haii. All I wanted is to revitalize and gain the fresh feelings I had before. Gah. Boring. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things may sound so frankly, but I need to mention something: the kirs teacher. He just scolded me for a reason so low. I was trying to be hilarious and that's it. I didn't hear a thing either. It's just that. He told me to back off, and I did. What's wrong with him? Why would I sneak for matter I can't relate anyway? I swear, I WASN'T EAVESDROPPING! Just go to have an all day chat to your girls. Yours activities doesn't really help; it's the handout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Nyah, befriending friends is just good enough. :) I feel really welcome with you guys. Thanks a lot. You make my day=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test. Tests. TEST again. Sci High, "Why do you keep on torturing us?" D: Anyway, I wasn't complaining, it's their cries I can't live upto. That's something I get used to. I'm being careless on my grades. I just hope it won't get down. Or just a bit.. Ugh, there we go. I can't think anymore, forgive me. It's just that... all those stuffs that happened this week? Let's give ourselves a break. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~kEvz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-1801617425156610136?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/1801617425156610136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=1801617425156610136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1801617425156610136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1801617425156610136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-da-diary-ta-ka.html' title='i-da-DIARY ta ka!'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-2806037543725002877</id><published>2009-09-05T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:30:34.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT&amp;&amp;COLDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The rain. I love it. I do believe everyone does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand this rhinorrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's birthday week. Thank you very much for the birthday treats. Belated greetings to all of 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-2806037543725002877?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/2806037543725002877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=2806037543725002877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2806037543725002877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2806037543725002877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot.html' title='HOT&amp;&amp;COLDS.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8729321137275068681</id><published>2009-09-02T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:21:01.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEIR BIRTHDAY. not mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;psst.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;mamats.&lt;br /&gt;:D&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/4323197893519836792-8729321137275068681?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8729321137275068681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8729321137275068681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8729321137275068681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8729321137275068681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/09/their-birthday-not-mine.html' title='THEIR BIRTHDAY. not mine.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-1099592818089014736</id><published>2009-08-25T19:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:01:56.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, senior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish an apple a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eight month of the calendar is about to die. Yet, I'm still confused of what I'm feel at this moment. If only I could tell them to give me a long break. Oh well. As if that's ever gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few stuffs that bugs me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 131px; height: 131px;" src="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/372/372240cbh46h0zx4.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The class. &lt;/span&gt;Everyone's loving it. I could hear their daily verbal expressions for the class which all means the same thing: "Boringun!". &lt;!--As far as I can tell, it consists all sorts of people, including morons and kirzes, and that's exactly why. Forgive me.--&gt;Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The classroom. &lt;/span&gt;Oh come on. We're the hottest sectio... err, we have the hottest classroom ever constructed! It's a hell, considering And we have lots of unpursued plans to deal with it. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The teacher. &lt;/span&gt;Some are the best, while others are worse than worst. Good thing we have her as our batch coordinator;  thanks for the concern, madame. The other one's torpidity will drive you insane. And another: dare not look at her creepy smile or feel the shudder and get into your nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The BB. &lt;/span&gt;I was sort of involved with these two: acting as a bridge for good, and the other being the sharer of his sentiments. Otherwise, it could mean the all-boy group which is sometimes our subject of lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The band. &lt;/span&gt;I could hardly anticipate our victory as of now. And worst yet, I couldn't find out what is the problem in the band or is there even a problem. Pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The kirzes. &lt;/span&gt;Plenty of them. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The seatmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Or to be more precise, the "new" seatmate. Pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Tomorrow's the NCAE. After an intense stress, it's our time to prove that the faculty's effort is not wasted. God bless Nephythys. Show them what we've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS. That's awesome image was taken from krizzia mei's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could make me rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-1099592818089014736?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/1099592818089014736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=1099592818089014736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1099592818089014736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1099592818089014736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-senior.html' title='Hello, senior'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-3771908632338495181</id><published>2009-08-08T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:56:47.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the "real" birthday. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ctrl+a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first batch of birthdays that hasn't been a school day. It's kinda disturbing without hearing friends bragging about it, or even receiving a single gift, aside from those non-stop greetings. Though it may sound rude, some of those generic words they have thrown at me are not even sincere. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the school a quite early, for my mom thought it was a regular school day and didn't want me to get late. In response to her, I prepared myself then went off. It's the last Saturday before the examination, and the day for the title defense for the remaining groups, so gloominess traced out of their faces greeted me, starting my day with blues. But never mind them. The show must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things: AP class, greetings, title defense - that's my Saturday morning. And later this afternoon, computer. I am also glad that some of my international friends remembered my birthday. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting hate looking after our shop; after I've done everything to fulfill the task, what I get is anguish from my them is what I get. And worst yet, it's my birthday. Can't they understand? I'M JUST TURNING 15! And I do not figgin' want to get stuck in this freakin' job. I'm tired. *headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, you were there. Actually, I was expecting somebody to visit me here. But, like I said, I'm tired — tired of hoping and waiting for nothing. So I didn't expect as much as I should. To my surprise, the dog barked, hinting there are several non-boarders outside. And you were there. Both of you made my day. A simple "thanks" won't just express the sheer happiness I just had when you went here. You're awesome. You're the best. You're friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 254, 254);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzia &amp;amp; aa! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-3771908632338495181?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/3771908632338495181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=3771908632338495181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3771908632338495181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3771908632338495181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-birthday.html' title='the &quot;real&quot; birthday. :)'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-6207776204162942672</id><published>2009-08-05T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:43:21.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yayz for birthdayz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HEY FOLKS. TODAY IS NOT MY BIRTHDAY. IT'S AUGUST 8. D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, today is not my birthday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the day that I was born.&lt;/span&gt; Puzzled, eh? Well here's the deal: blame the moron who filed my birth certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: I'm back blogging. After the month-long hiatus of mine, www.kevzo8.blogspot.com, now signing back. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the most hectic among the rest, given that my classmates are... you-know-what, there's nothing much to do other than keeping up my studies or having fun outside the room. My blogging time is really short, resulting to short posts. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a non-working holiday, with respect to Corazon Aquino's death, the wife of the late Benigno Aquino. And now everyone's mourning all over, cherishing her greatness and contributions to our country right after her death. Generic. I'm not surprised anymore; she suffered from a cancer at older age. Everyone respects and loves her; we owe our democracy to her and not a single citizen in the Philippines would never know. Take care in your journey to heaven, Tita Cory. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day when she is about to have her grave buried is, coincidentally, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Thus, my birthday will be one of the most historical day of the Philippines. My day will make you remember the death of the democracy icon. Awesome. I owe you a lot, Tita Cory. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to recieve greetings from my friends through the internet. And the one I appreciate the most is the personal greeting from, yours truly, the best friend. I was at the barber shop 6 o'clock, and was surprised to see you out there, yelling a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEVZ~!". You made my day... err, night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all friends who greeted me:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU VERY VERY VERYMUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though it's not my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; birthday. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;i can name them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;felix - my facebook friend, greeted me thrice. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;aa - personal greeting, aug. 4, 11:40pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; zzia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;aug. 5 12:00am, personal greeting, aug. 5 again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;hannah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;facebook. YM. blog. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;chat (YM/facebook/plurk):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;bert, nica, ivy,  faye ada joy, jhaja, arysa, jay, kuya alfii, ate beks, geela, ate mae ann,  ashley, julius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-6207776204162942672?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/6207776204162942672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=6207776204162942672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6207776204162942672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6207776204162942672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/08/yayz-for-birthdayz.html' title='yayz for birthdayz'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-1969714610774441101</id><published>2009-06-26T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:29:22.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>banda bonder chat</title><content type='html'>[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: angut ksko?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ehhh&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: tnu mn ako maangut saimuu&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: mau mn ika maraut na ginibu&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: eh bat sila oo&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres:&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: kgrupo mu dba sila&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hehhe&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: bku mn yn sururugan&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: siguro may ginibu ka na sa hiling nnda sala, tpos dai nnda nagustuhan,&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero bat cla nggrupo?&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: mkulug ksii&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pxnxa na&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: ha&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: haiii&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: anung klaseng grupo??&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: i mean&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: xmpss&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pinaguulyan nnda ko&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: ang mlaki nmn ata ang influence nya sa iba&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: cge hehe&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: pangaran ta na ngani&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: c aldrin, nagkaigwa mn xa kaangutan saimu&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: tlgah mn&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: sa blog nya plng&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: duman maaraman mo ang rason&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: aram mo baya kung tano?&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: sa 4th yir?&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: ta nag expect xxa?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: cge cge&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: lalaugan ko na ning sadiri kong paghiling&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ika, band leader&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: may karapatan ka mag-apila sa desisyon kang higher ups&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: bkung puro tubud ning tubod&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: nagkaigwa xang kaangutan ta dai ka nagtao ning paagi or pahiling na&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: bkung by year level; kaipuhan ta maurag&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ta kita, nagpipili, ngarig manggana&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: haii&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: yahh&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: i know duman ako nsala&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: duman ako npatal&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero sna mn wag nya ilihis ang isuue&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ilihis..?&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: bkit nya pa kailngan idamay ung status and everything&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: dae ako ngshoshow off&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: mkulug bga&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: aram ko nbsa mu mn to&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero sna bqng arug na way nko&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: and sna sinabi9 nya sako&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: bqng arug kean&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: rarautan pa?&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: sna naiintndhan mo ako&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: aram ko&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: i admit it&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: nging sla ako&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero duh&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: im trying my best&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: kung saendo bq ko mng best to&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: concerns nndo mas mrai sa harap ko&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: mkulugun&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: wth a;ll na sikat sikat daw?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: xempre, naiintindihan ta ka mn&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: pero c aldrin,,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: sarung taong prangka,&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: DAE&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: prangka apud duman?&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: ha?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: kung anu ang mahiling nya,&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: sa LIKOD?&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: kung mau pa sako ngsbi??&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: kung dae ko pa nbsa BLOG nya?&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: anu mgiging itsura ko??MUMUNG??&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: na apud nya sako MUMUNG??&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hmm,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ang blog,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: luwasan ning sama ning loob&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: tigkaag nya sa blog&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ta nirerespeto ka nya&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ta habu nyang direktang sabihun saimu&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: PERO dae nya ako NIRESPETO duman&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: kong anu ang namamati nya&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ang maluwas&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: tao mn ako.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: kung sinabi saimu direkta&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: over power&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: bandmate mn nndo ako&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: ngbago lng ang pngaram ko&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: sa band&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: nanggagana nananaman ang megalomaniac mind ni aldrin&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero ako pmn nih.c GERMAN!3 taon po.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: may pagbabago mn,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: dagdag respeto&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: xmpre&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: i mean&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: xmpre may mbgo&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: respeto??&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pwede mn&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero pwd mn dae&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: dae kita pka seryoso jan&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: ma act ako sa role ko band&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: ta ako ang nilaag ang i shud act to what they expect&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero xmpre kta kita lng yan&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: brakada kita&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: luwas o laog kng banda&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: eu nni&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: yan lng ang mbgo sako&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: dai ako nagpaapekto sa blog ni aldrin&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero ako ni..&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: neutral mn ako&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: ako/&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ta aram ko na may kulug buut mn c aldrin saimu&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ang blog na e2,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ang mga nakasurat duman,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: mga dai nya masabi saimu harapan&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: dai sa duwag xa&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hmm&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: arug kaini&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: bago nya palan ipost e2ng mga pambabalahura nya saimu&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: binago nya ang blog link nya&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: aram mo kung tnu?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: para sa mga friends lng ang makaaram, na pede nyang sabihan ning sama ning loob&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: never nya sinabi&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: "hoi, basahun nndu ang blog ko, may rebelasyon duman about sa band leader"&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: kad2 bgang sinabi ko saimu na may interesting sa blog nya&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ang ibig ko sabhun&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: e2ng post before&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: na sabi nya, ugmahun xa,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: dahil sa banda&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: banda; gbus kita, kabali ka&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: may kaangutan man xa saimu, nagpahiling mn xa ning respeto&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: sa isip mo, back stabbing e2,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: pero, eu e2 ang paagi ni aldrin&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: kung paanu magkakaigwa ning kaausan sa banda&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ang marai dyan, nagkakaaararaman na ang mga may kaangutan&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: maung pralastikan&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: makulug man o dai&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: kea ngani friends,,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: gru magturugang,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: minsan nagkakaigwa iwal&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: pero sa huli, nagbabati&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ngunyan, kalmado na c aldrin&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: pede mo xang iapproach&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hayy&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: suportado mi mn bga ika&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: slmat&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero dae ko pa kaya&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: bko mn lng kea sa blog&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: i2ng iba pa outside the blog&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: cgehhhh,.&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: bhla na c lord&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: heheh,&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: naiintndhan tka&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: mas bstado mo xa&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: mas bstado xa&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: godbless german&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero ako?&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: dai ta ka man bisto&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: magbu nlng ko kng trabahu ko&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: dae ko pa kea xang ranihan o anuh pmn&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: pero nahihiling ko mn ang mga hiro hiro mo&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: dai mn sa panghusga,,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: gru pati depressed ka na marai..&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: cheer up a bit&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: dae&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: mau tlgah ko sa mood&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: as in&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: dae ako mkangisi nopw a days ning mrai&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ahh, cge..&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: narisa ko nni&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pwera nlng kung ntatakupan xa kng frndss&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pag laug ko pti  subgo sa rum&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: mau gruh gadan&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: haiss&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: apektado tlgah ako&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: ui&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: ever since abu keang mga arug kean&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hala&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: kea triintry ko ang best na maung kaangutan o maangut&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero mau ehh&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: arug tlgah kean ang tao&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: sabi nga&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: parte yn ng buhay&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: ang pngit pa its my post birthday&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: enjoy ang banda dahil saimo; minsan ang iba dae&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: isipun prng days&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: lng?&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: i should have enjoyed this week&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero noit&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: im ruined&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hehhe&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: kesa mn sa tapat ng birthday&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: kesa nga&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero dae ehh&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: anyway, it's not between groups&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: \kala ko sup[er ugma na ang bdei ko&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: it's between you and aldrin&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero dae pmn pln&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: haisss&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: cgeh slmat kevz&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: no problemo&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: mpahinglo muna akong payu ta bka m depress akong mrai&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: sana nakatabang ako maski papano&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: tandaan mo lng&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: dai mn gbus may kaanggutan saimu&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega:&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pero ps: actually affected mn kea kong mrai.ngdagdag pa kea xa.may family problem pa kc and everything na super secret kea yan.dae ko mdaradara&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: pgpxnxhan nlng nndo ko&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: sna bq nlng ako ang BL.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: awww. cge.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: wah, dai ka kean..&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: aram mo, sa totoo lng, ika tlga ang suited sa pwesto,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: dai ko man ini nasabi saimu kad2,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: bsta. pahingalo ka na.&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: slmat.bxath mgbu ako kng best..kosasabihan ko nlng ang band kong dae ko na kaya&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: bxtah yaun lng ko.ako mn ni c germn&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: slmat&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: hehe. kaya yan! german eh.  yeeheey. smileys!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: sweet dreams.. hehhe&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: slmat ulit ah&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: geh&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Vega: np. god bless na marai.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;[[.gErmAn.]] Celeres: &gt;.&lt;ako prin="" nmn="" to="" c="" german="" pmn="" pxnxa="" nlng="" sa="" pag="" dae="" ko="" na="" bhala="" bxtah="" tndaan="" nndo="" ako="" lng="" slmat=""&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Last message received on 6/24 at 8:17 PM&lt;/ako&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-1969714610774441101?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/1969714610774441101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=1969714610774441101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1969714610774441101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1969714610774441101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/06/banda-bonder-chat.html' title='banda bonder chat'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8636437512187374660</id><published>2009-06-21T08:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:40:25.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks, father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not mad. i'm not hurt. it's just that...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Early morning post, eh? Now that I had slowly jotting down at my online notes. It's Father's Day, and I celebrate it alone, at this moment. Literally. Aside from the fact I never see the sun rising anymore due to the buildings' and skyscrapers' opacity, causing the sun to hide out of shame. And why I am telling you these things? Maybe because I'm totally hungry and can't leave the shop for costumer's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long, I decided to leave not because I would like someone thief out things, but because my stomach roars. Luckily, the sole costumer is so stationary and focused on whatever he watches on YT (youtube). And, that's my breakfast— a ready-made dull nutty brownies and cold, artificial pineapple juice drink a.k.a. the default flavor of Funchum, essentially full of 5 vitamins from the Coca-Cola company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smell of salty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tinapa&lt;/span&gt; fried by my mom. The taste of breakfast on a plate with my sisters. The silly grin on our faces from those funny utterances by my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Get up and greet your papas a Happy Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;while I can't. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made this post within 20 mins while taking my breakfast. Believe it. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4323197893519836792-8636437512187374660?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8636437512187374660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8636437512187374660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8636437512187374660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8636437512187374660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-father.html' title='thanks, father'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-1072358331720717022</id><published>2009-05-28T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:36:44.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW. NEW. NEW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--Hello everyone! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonjour à tous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While surfing on the waves of the internet, I came up into an idea to renew my blog. So here it is. Another thing, as I do the revamp, one came up into my mind: to It's also the nouveau parler français--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-1072358331720717022?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/1072358331720717022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=1072358331720717022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1072358331720717022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1072358331720717022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-new-new.html' title='NEW. NEW. NEW.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-1760179723285901362</id><published>2009-05-22T10:26:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:55:29.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21. :))</title><content type='html'>Hey, guess what. It's the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;. And it's May. Know what it means? It's... NEPHYTHYS DAY OF BRIGADA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first step out of the house after a short break away from computer. I had no choice; I got stranded by the low pressure. The fresh breeze brought by the leaves in a morning dew is awesome. And it is an incredible resting place on a farflung area, out of the vicinities smoggy, commercial city. Sigh. I wish to stay there for long. I had to leave it for a longer while. Sun is starting to get covered by the thick rain clouds. And, yeah, it's Juniors' Brigada Eskwela schedule, so I'd better attend. I sure don't want to miss any interesting issues at the school. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there a little late; most of my friends weren't around. They were so busy. While same people greeted my "Hi!, Hello!", those who I expect to notice me didn't. Sigh. I went to the bench near our guard house then waited until it's time to go. Instead of roaming around the campus, I listened to those guys near me strumming their guitars and watch a friend play cellphone. On the other hand, my batchmates are almost done cleaning, so I'd better get my job done; apply floorwax down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought that the day was ridiculously boring, I was somehow enlightened when I finally noticed the hats floating around everyone's head, and where they came from. They told me it was Aa who bought all of them, and prepared everything early for his light years of awaited moment. I went looking for them. We went to the CR and he showed us something awesome. To tell you,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's not a gift for Krizzia Mei&lt;/span&gt;. It's a token for friendship, appreciation, and presumably, love. Yes, you heard it right. He loves her. We love her. Everyone loves her. She's the most dang girl ever created on earth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I knew of it, I went to her NOT to tell about the group's little secret, but to have here greeted coz' since I arrived, I never had a glimpse of her. But this crazy guy went ahead of me saying "Don't tell her! It's a secret!". SoI yelled back in my mind, "YOU MORON." Now, she had an idea of what was something imminent near afternoon because of Julius. So instead of bragging about the same thing, we head on the path where fallen garbages are usually at. Alternately, I and Julius applied floorwaxes at that very rugged floor. And right before I forget to take my lunch, we went to the SG room to give them a hand in moving loads of stuffs. That was very exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, at last! It's lunchtime! While some of them have already gone off to have their lunch, the other guys decided to go to SM City, and prepare something big. What was that, I have an idea, but I'll just assume I do not truly know. I, Krizzia and Ellaine were grouped together to have ours in McDonalds: the most generic fastfood chain, and the sweetest one too. While Ellaine was out for withdrawal, I and zZia were left, of course. duh. While waiting for her, we talked something about her birthday: the presents. She still doesn't know what sort of gift shall she recieve, meaning she's expecting something or she doesn't really care at all. And Ellaine's back, full of cash, but bought our foods individually. Stuffs...stuffs...stuffs. That's what our conversation is all about. It was an example of a "filler". For? As I've said, I don't know. Just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there we were. Walked through the pathwalk, and went in front of the lobby. There we saw an incredibly tall guy standing at the end of the corridor with a table on it's back, filled with chocolate cake with the generic two red &amp;amp; white colored wax candles shaped as numbers "1" and "5", stands for how long since that candle has been seen; together with fluffy multi-colored balloons — all bought from the mall where they at previously. Aa, walking towards Krizzia, while us, watching, and sings the everyone's favorite song: ♪ Happy Birthday! ♪ We should have at least altered any of its lyrics to match The Click Five's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;/span&gt;again, but mixed with some modern elements. If only one of us knew the lyrics.. But before we go off topic, let's continue. After the blowing of the "cake", next is the receiving of the gift. So he showed a tiny blue box which usually contains a ring, but it contains a ticket for Spa treatment, for laughtrip, I guess. But of course, I didn't laugh. I've seen it beforehand. Now, to find the ring, she should look for it. But, since it's Krizzia, everyone should yell where it is. It's on that balloon, as I anticipated. Since almost all of them already know it with the obvious exception of us, since we went separated from them, then came later. Oh yes. Congratulations Aa. Kudos to you. Awesome. You're the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Back to the real deal. Actually, there's nothing to worry about anymore; everything seems to be fine and under control. After fixing the props, we had a little time inside the SG room. We had our snack there, courtesy of Oliver. That took longer than I thought. We found ourselves all tired and hungry. And now, time to go to the birthday party's venue: esperanza residence. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on our way to the waiting shed, everyone seems to be having fun. Then later, a whole lot of trouble is what we had in going to Camaligan. Our company were split into two, in preferences of who they want to be with. Soon we realized that the other vehicle has none of them knows where they were actually heading. Then, I and Aa went out to wait for them. They arrived with complaints that they were not allowed to enter the street anymore as said by a police or so. LOL, that's funny. How come we went there without such encounters? Pfft. Anyway, forget it. The real fun can be found inside the house. So let's get the party started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike a real party, we didn't have any program to follow. But, much like the common Filipino birthday party we had this sequence: singing of the Happy Birthday song, blowing of candle, distributing the foods and eating them. And after that, they opened the TV for entertainment — videoke. And that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRIZZIA MEI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ow older, and I'm younger. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-1760179723285901362?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/1760179723285901362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=1760179723285901362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1760179723285901362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1760179723285901362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday.html' title='21. :))'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-5739737890883436126</id><published>2009-04-12T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:19:03.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP.</title><content type='html'>SB Summer Escapade happened last week, April 7. Meeting place is at the Centro, Plaza. I went there 7 am, while others made it earlier; they are afraid to have the Casa Ofelia's pool get dirtier before they come. As I arrive, everyone teases me a lot -- "Oh, maiba si Kevs! May dara ka kakanun? Yan man si Kevin! Veeeggaahhh..". I dunno how to react, so I just smile at them. Anyway, I got used to it. And another girl yelled at me, "KEVIIINN!!!". Ridiculous. Various snacks were brought, while Bok promised to bring dishes and is in-charge of the transportation. You're the man. Great job. Ma'am Lisa, our adviser, brought the rice, and with Niño as her neighbor,  he had the job to carry the heavy casserole. Everyone seemed to be very excited; especially the girls. Picture taking everywhere, on the jeep, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as usual, during the trip, Sb is very very very noisy. As we arrive at the place, the noise is getting intense. Gossips everywhere, while boys talk about games, and I, silent. What do you expect, It's like, I'm alone.. Other friends didn't come. Good thing, despite that, there are some that still left. While some don't seem to care, even. Oh well, there we are. At the Casa Ofelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the magical splashes and the foods, the thing I mostly enjoyed are the pool game and games Pauline and Jane prepared. Seriously, it's crazy. An epic fail. No winner. Very random. Awesome. Add to that, the slides. It's the thing that everyone enjoyed. While some preferred the smaller slide, other wanted to experience the magical splashes brought by the bigger slide. It's thrilling. At the end, we had this something diving-trip, just for a video. It epically failed at first, specially when evil boys kept on pushing me and dive first. Grr. By that, it was finished by picture taking and video shoot. I wish other Sbeans enjoyed it too.. Sigh. And that's it. The 8-hours-of-full-fun that worths 200 Php, more or less. Thanks a lot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zArBcQFU5bg" target="_blank"&gt;Btw, here's the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, we all had total fun. However, there are still something missing. You know what I mean. Or I hope you do. 21 people, quite a lot. But still, other people wishes to attend but decided not to come, mostly due to lack of allowance, busy schedule, or being afraid they would get out of place, specially when close friends won't come as well. Though I too, was afraid to come, still, for boredom's sake. D: Thanks SB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*The strikethroughed paragraphs contains material not suitable for immature &lt;strike&gt;and moronic&lt;/strike&gt; readers. Parental discretion is advised.  If you are offended by such material, please turn away now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a different note, someone is bugging me too much. Remember what I've posted &lt;a href="http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009_03_19_archive.html"&gt;earlier?&lt;/a&gt; Guess what. In all of a sudden, she had a mate since&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; —&lt;/span&gt; a monstrous moron. My post before had proven something: she really is an insecure jerk. After mentioning about PDA, look now. What was that again? Something that bugged me, during the Rakrakan '09, there were two people roaming around the campus, who were taking the chance of less light bulbs on. I saw them together, with the guy's hand on her waist, sharing their beverage to each other. Gross &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt; I even recall her saying that word as well, every time we such obscenities. Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the trip, she chose to be together with his guy, of course &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; they were stuck to each other all the time. Maybe Sir Maskom's right: "'Pag maaga nagkakashota, nakalimot ng barkada." Sigh. She pissed me off more by keeping on yelling at me saying "KEVIN I LOVE YOU!". Duh. I'm not dork&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; like you&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to believe such fallacies. Just shut the f* up. I'm sick of hearing lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know the reason why I'm so cold at you? Convince me to talk to you first. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *ends here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, forget everything you've read. YOU'VE SEEN NOTHING. BEGONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-5739737890883436126?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/5739737890883436126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=5739737890883436126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5739737890883436126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5739737890883436126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop.html' title='STOP.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-2024846236058820540</id><published>2009-04-01T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:02:50.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGLATURATIONS!</title><content type='html'>I woke up early since I promised to myself to attend the outreach program for English 3. But something frustrating really happened. I ran out of pants DX So I waited for my sister from our house to come in our shop and bring some clothes and pants. For the meantime, I was wearing the school pants - only available clothe out of the cabinet.  Sadly, not only the pants had ran out, but as well as the time. I haven't gone to the Carmelite Church, where the program was conducted. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, instead of blaming my sister because of her late arrival, I've gone to the counter's chair and put all my frustrations to the play. Not so long ago, a friend told me that there will be a culminating activity right after the outreach program 1PM, AVR. Silly. I was suddenly enlightened. Thankfully. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I directed to the school, then meet up with some friends. Some of them that are not attending, but still, are present in school, said that they were going to another school to visit our Oh'so-stern-d'best teacher. She's a principal now. While some others, are sort of, confuzzled of what to do: attend or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I found the activity gloomy. Sigh. They were preparing for a presentation. Yeah, presentation. The best thing that happened to you're section. Or something embarrassing. And my classmates chose me as the center of the embarrassment. Believe it. Gah. Disappointing people. While so far, everyone had total disastrous shows. We didn't even understand what we've done. And there we found the fun. :D We had games that awesomely suck. Ya, the part where we group into ourselve according to first year section. Well of course, still &lt;a href="http://www.ncshs-antares.blogspot.com"&gt;complete.&lt;/a&gt; But with those Antares people who haven't attended, suck for you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end, everyone got tired. And when the rewarding started, whohoo. It's like nobody cared for the award. Awesome. All are 2nd, except Xe, the 1st. Okay, Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, Sir Maskom got something up on his sleeve. Everyone are rejoiced. A colorful sheets of paper that means various sentiments. I will miss you, It's nice being friends with you, I'm having fun whenever we're together, etcetera. And "I love you", even. Seriously, that's crazy. But still.. everyone made fun of it. I got over 20 of them.. and I know that's not a lot, compared to those who got 30s or 40s or 50s or even 60s. Ohh, the event's closed. We had such fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancers for the next day's graduation was left for practice. We tried watching them, and they got pretty nice dance. After finishing the practice, we're gone. We went to McDonald's and took our midsnack-dinner there, 6 people, in majority of Xenon. Aside from the successful culminating activity, we celebrated both friends' new Presidential position and the First honors for the other. Such a thrill brings me being with those people. Thank you guys. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-2024846236058820540?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/2024846236058820540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=2024846236058820540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2024846236058820540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2024846236058820540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/04/conglaturations.html' title='CONGLATURATIONS!'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-7592295331734224009</id><published>2009-04-01T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:54:36.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm very very very happy today. And due to this, I can't stop my silly grin, seems like I have had inhaled laughing gas tank fumes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey, it's the first day of April, so you all of you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fooled&lt;/span&gt;. ;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School's over...&lt;br /&gt;Summer's imminent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let's all come out and feel the sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the graduating batch, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zephyrus&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;A job well done to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the everything and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we'll miss you&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/4323197893519836792-7592295331734224009?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/7592295331734224009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=7592295331734224009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7592295331734224009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7592295331734224009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-very-very-very-happy-today.html' title='Hey hey.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4473909242964229770</id><published>2009-03-30T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:28:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life doesn't offer second chances..</title><content type='html'>You lost. And you're still losing. As a result, you cry. In need of a shoulder to wipe all the tears. I tried to approach you. But you never understood my presence. Instead, you seek for someone. And now, you're gone. There's nothing more I can say. Again, I shall quote the last words you've ever said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ignore me for the rest of your life, we'd better not talk to each other anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If "anymore" means "forever", there's only one thing I could tell you: Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-4473909242964229770?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4473909242964229770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4473909242964229770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4473909242964229770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4473909242964229770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-doesnt-offer-second-chances.html' title='Life doesn&apos;t offer second chances..'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-2803205715097919698</id><published>2009-03-24T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:08:19.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dealt with the morning with such a lousy expression in my face. So instead of waking up as early as before, I stepped outside our door and wait for a jeepney to stop at around.. 8:30. Fortunate for us, our school guard don't give out "tickets" (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the colloquial term for the sheet for late comers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I really don't know what am I suppose to do in our school other than seating while having fun with my bestfriend (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cellphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and watching the "Lobby" of each 3rd year section. Faculty won't let us have our clearance sheet be signed. Yeah right. It's their time to have fun after calculating and getting depressed with our grades, and forget their problems for a while. It's High School day, so everyone should have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our successful stage presentation yesterday entitled "Lobby: Grabing Galet" with the total sales of around 700 php, which will be given to a charity of some sort for children. Hey, if you think I'm boasting, I'm certainly don't. We had fun, we gave our best, and we're satisfied. That's all. I would like to acknowledge everyone who watched the play. Thank you so much. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's running so fast; it's near the end of this school year, and will be the time to say goodbye for the Seniors, the Zephyrus. We will miss them, of course. Congratulations, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. It's been exactly a month after the last time I uttered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; name. Maybe it's time for me to explain my side why I have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 21, 2009. A much awaited day everyone bragged about for over 3 years. I witnessed everyone's glamor for a short while, including you. You were there. You were dressed very well. It's as if everyone was having fun, except you. Why? You're sharing on the same table with your boy. Now what? Too lousy to stand, to enjoy, to dance? What a fair reason. Even your cousin who has been with you and have known you for over three years have never had a chance to take you in the dance floor for only night? How pathetic. Worst yet, she's my friend. And the best one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days later. Here comes a stranger, or should I say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;trangers if you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;nclude the gibbe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ish hunchback, gu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;tar-freak g&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;y and mind-cleaner, brainwasher, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;tupid influencing girl that keeps sticking on her until she take control of human's puny brain. How I wished suctorial craps should have never existed. They suck. Disgusting. I must say the stranger I was referring to was friend, so I'd not saying anything against him; however, he's a timid, boring person so you'll regret if ever you'll be with him. Beware. And, guess what. He's my cousin's ex. And he's the only male to have ever touched her rears. Quite adorable, but not for me. =/ It sounded like a bit humiliating. Just because of the stupid girl I mentioned earlier, this experiment was made possible in the TLE lab. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, It's your monthsary today. Aren't you celebrating? Well, you should. It's your happiness, isn't it? Oh, I'm sorry. It was also a monthsary which is not supposed to be celebrated. It was nullified. Why? because it's the day, when I started ignoring you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't that what you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...you were here.&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/4323197893519836792-2803205715097919698?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/2803205715097919698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=2803205715097919698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2803205715097919698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2803205715097919698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/03/now.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-3450287643786665559</id><published>2009-03-19T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:00:31.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gloomy day. I faced the morning with a lour look, as if it was seemingly the world's end. I got so lousy to enter the school early. And so there is, another record marked by Mr. Vega on Ms. Secretary's reminder pad for the list of late people. Gah. I dunno what's up with me. Maybe due to the excessive stress or too much exposure to my virtual world's sunlight a.k.a. computer's radiation. So I had to do my daily eating habit before the 1st period in the morning at the canteen, then after that, sleep during our my favorite period, Geometry, as part of my regiment. That's my social life outside the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much important happened but the usual way of my living, except this sudden event: an unexpected confrontation with my cousin. You'd later know the whole story, but hey, check this out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when the bell rang for the last subject in our morning class, which happened to be the sum of all my animosity for third year subject: Social Studies. So rather than getting bored due to staring and "listening" at our present teacher which was currently publicly chatting with her excellent listeners with their extreme memory about her subject, I borrowed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intsik&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;sup&gt;[slang term of Chinese]&lt;/sup&gt; cellphone. And there, I finally got rid of my boredom. Then the girl sitting a few millimeters away from my chair to the left told me that I got addicted to Intsik's cellphone, which I only started using for over.. 2 weeks or so. It annoyed me. After several minutes, my seatmate began a conversation with Intsik regarding his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ublic display of affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with the oh-so-nice girl he recently courting on. At first I was shocked with this revelation, but it was later proven as false, since it was just a mere manipulation of my seatmate. Uhh, sort of personal attack, but, not really. Look, she don't even know what their current status is, yet she started discussing a POV-related material. She ended up yelling at the top of her lungs, which, unfortunate for her, was heard by our teacher. I lose my control and mumbled, "They're talking about PDA, and she was so envious about it." I really don't know why I have said such thing. Then, her cheeks and her eyes turned red and suddenly cried. And then, she confronted me: "Kevin, tell me the exact reason why you are not talking to me. I know you're angry, but it's too much. Tell me, please, tell me! Don't make me look like a worthless person just sitting beside you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction? Guess what. Sitting, playing Explode Arena in the cellphone, focused. Seemingly not affected, not hurt, not listening. Soon after that, the people around us became silent and I then realized that I was holding a pen, writing something piece of crampled, crappy paper, as well as she. After a few moment, she shouted. Something that I really can't post here. Something personal, something that hurts. But there's only one thing I could tell you: I burst into tears all over in my chair at the rightmost corner. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-3450287643786665559?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/3450287643786665559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=3450287643786665559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3450287643786665559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3450287643786665559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cried-for-you.html' title='I cried for you.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-3358808563158878347</id><published>2009-03-02T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:28:14.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Wehe. whehe. hmm. weee. napaagi lng. whahahha. hmm. cge ingat. mag-aradal tabi para sa DAT.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;► Ҝəυzø8 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-3358808563158878347?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/3358808563158878347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=3358808563158878347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3358808563158878347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3358808563158878347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2009/03/wehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4153106562504455950</id><published>2008-12-16T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:30:30.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrams - 2nd Day</title><content type='html'>It's the second day, and we're in the lead. However, this fact was later proven false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was getting thrilled for we had 8 wins even just for a day. Our players are celebrating, but the enemies are planning on how to overtop us. Sadly, they did it. Their greatest advantage against us is that they are strong in shuttlecock-games. Unfortunate for us, we lost the games. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-4153106562504455950?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4153106562504455950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4153106562504455950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4153106562504455950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4153106562504455950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/12/intrams-2nd-day.html' title='Intrams - 2nd Day'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-1708823316730352973</id><published>2008-12-15T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:22:45.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUH!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been 20 long days. This is due to the maintenance of our shop- everything is made a lot slower that before. I'm glad it happened NOT during the most important event of the year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaayy! It's the start of NCSHS Intrams '08! Even the Opening Ceremony of the yearly intrams hasn't begun yet, I'm still excited. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chess - This made me thrilled. It's my first time to be one of the members of the chess team as confirmed by Mr. De Leon. However, there's a problem. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; [including the Cooking Guru] said that I was no longer on the team. How rude was that? It was confirmed that the team was already composed of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best player&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better player&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good player&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt;. They made a decision which I have never been inquired. They must inform me first specially because I am better than the loser. duh. But despite this, I was still able to play to the absence of the best player. And, fortunately, I was the only one who won twice in a row. Unfortunate for us, were in third place. D:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrabble - Took place in the faculty, this is where antares shines. However, only four was chosen to play, 4 antares people. So be it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Table tennis - It greatly helped us to score in the intrams. 5 wins. Thats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volleyball - The most awaited game on this day. The game occured at NCSHS Grounds, and luckily, the weather is fine. Juniors Boys and Girls won the 1st place, nice game with zephy ^_^.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I guess thats all..ohh there's another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sepak takraw - I didn't know this game even existed D: But at least the winner here is Sb, congrats to Ryan. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait a sec. I had merely forgotten why the title is like that. Its because, a while ago, student noted our striking resemblance! As of my previous posts here [which are hidden], I posted about many teachers often mistaken our names. As in, almost everytime a teacher calls me, they call me *%&amp;amp;$#@!, and it happened during we're sophomores -- the time we first became classmates. I mean, DUH!? , we really don't have the same looks and I don't want too. Even now, still some teachers [not the previous one] says we were. I told myself that I would ignore this unless a student notes it and it came true, unexpectedly. As you might have known, lots of girls are attracted to him. It really offends me hearing one of these flirts saying, "Mas gwapo daw si anu," or "Ugmahun ka man." It was like, DUH!? [again] I never wished to be compared to him. Flattery isn't what I've felt but annoyance.  So for those people who thinks that I'm posting this thing because I'm flattered, Shut up. Its my personal blog so you must not care about it unless this thing offends you the most. DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-1708823316730352973?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/1708823316730352973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=1708823316730352973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1708823316730352973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1708823316730352973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/12/duh.html' title='DUH!?'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4828808852749929932</id><published>2008-11-25T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:53:19.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keebss ishh seeeckk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sound of a falling plate*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, by golly. Like what I posted below, I had just killed another nerve cell. And yet, see the outcome: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pitong Sintomas ng Taong may Sakit (Seven Symptoms of a Sick Person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes! I woke up 5:32 am. So early. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohh, I felt dizzy spells. &lt;/span&gt;Lemme take a little nap. ..zzZzz.. [after few minutes.. or maybe an hour..] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its 6: 41 am, by golly! I'm already late!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good afternoon Sir..&lt;/span&gt; ohh, I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good morning Ma'am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop messing with me!&lt;/span&gt;" Ohh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuckie! Nestea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[apple]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! Cream-O! Hotdog!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[my medicines. D: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extreme boringness&lt;/span&gt; of so-called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'jokes'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scatters things often. Quick tempered. Highly persistent. Alerts to sound. Impetuous and silly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somewhat of a clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Often dozes off. &lt;/span&gt;D:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [just can't fool my self away. T.T]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And above all, I would like to give to thanks to those people who showed concern to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;zZia - giving me the guts to ask for a biogesic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aries - our very own class president, for being considerate despite the above.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mirzi - for touching my forehead. And then flee. [at least]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fau - for telling me that I have no companion after dismissal. [school paper..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Renille and co. - for being my companion :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenny - for discouraging my sickness. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ma'am Jo? - for the biogesic. Hihi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;BTW, for those who are not on the list, please don' t be offended because you might not know about my illness or you might not know me after all. While for those who do know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;merry christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I'm left alone in our creepy "house". My parents have no idea of my sickness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They left me. ]]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me ishh scared.  *bites nails*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-4828808852749929932?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4828808852749929932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4828808852749929932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4828808852749929932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4828808852749929932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/11/keebss-ishh-seeeckk.html' title='keebss ishh seeeckk.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-2397858121738035713</id><published>2008-11-24T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:40:23.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get lost.</title><content type='html'>A very good day to all of you. And that doesn't mean that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; a good day too. Let me tell you a story... Oh wait. Well, generally, stories end happily. So maybe, if you don't mind rephrasing my words, let me tell you a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tragic conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III-Antimony, Room 25&lt;br /&gt;November 24, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: Red Goommies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me:Good morning! [yes.. ehh ako late]&lt;br /&gt;Purefoods: Tender juicy, hagad rice balls!&lt;br /&gt;Bibbo: Ako man!&lt;br /&gt;Hotdogs: Kami man!&lt;br /&gt;Tender juicy: Sige na kua na kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hagad man ako.. please.&lt;br /&gt;Bibbo: Ehh dai na yan si Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sige na please.. :]&lt;br /&gt;Bibbo: Dai na sabi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hagad.&lt;br /&gt;*Tender juicy drags away the rice balls*&lt;br /&gt;Bibbo: Para kaya rice balls hahagadun.&lt;br /&gt;Purefoods: Sige na daw tawi na yan.&lt;br /&gt;Bibbo: Sige tawi na yan hirak man.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dai na.&lt;br /&gt;*Kicks the rice balls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something wrong with my mannerism? Is saying please a reason not to be given? So if its just a rice balls, why did they still ask for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few minutes..&lt;br /&gt;Cheap na hotdog na nabibili sa tabi-tabi: Para kaya rice balls.  Woii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: Green Rectangular Something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandila: Dai ka na daa kakawat sabi ni Floorwax.&lt;br /&gt;Floorwax: Late ka kaya nag-abot kaya dai ka nakatabang.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tanu si Doll? Kala ko baga ang dai mag-attend dai na kabali, no excuses?&lt;br /&gt;Doll: Imported kaya ako.. hali pa akong Congo. Pagal pagal pati ko. Saturday tsaka Sunday mau ako. Matao na lang ako suhol since makwarta man ako.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pwede magtao naman lang ako kwarta?&lt;br /&gt;Kandila: Dai pwede mau ka kayang excuse bakung arug ni Doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I heard a mistake? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dai mag-attend, dai na kabali, no excuses? &lt;/span&gt;Why can't I pay just like Doll? What kind of "wax" are you. Hope you'll get dried up by the sun and never come back with your stupid shape. Well, gotta go on my own way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They are coded, so in case you can't relate to the above, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;there's one more but I can't force another nerve cell to die. So thats all for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and by the way,  the language I used for the conversation is Bicol, our native language in Camarines Sur, Philippines, just to inform you. So for those who did not or cannot understand, who did you'd better &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;.&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/4323197893519836792-2397858121738035713?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/2397858121738035713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=2397858121738035713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2397858121738035713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2397858121738035713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-lost.html' title='get lost.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-7152824650161626421</id><published>2008-11-19T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:43:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe.</title><content type='html'>What a relief. As posted below, we suffered from a severe epidemic illness which caused by our very own trait: traunt. However, our job was paid off: LOADS OF FREE-TIMESES. Anyway, I feel bored. Better have a nice-long rest..zZZz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-7152824650161626421?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/7152824650161626421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=7152824650161626421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7152824650161626421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7152824650161626421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-believe.html' title='I believe.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-6954595547361710903</id><published>2008-11-18T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:13:01.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75% of jokes are true. that's a fact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bakit ang cute...pagnagsasalita...bitin..pero pag---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENARIO: III-Antimony Classroom, Room 25, 2nd Floor. One word: Napakagulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hala,. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehh pa ako tapos&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;u&gt;FILIPINO&lt;/u&gt;.. na-coloran na nindo? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subli daw ako color? Share ka man daw dyan book..&lt;/span&gt; Hui! Hala! Si sa &lt;u&gt;GEOMETRY&lt;/u&gt; pa palan! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second subject ta pati itu..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ehh pa ako adal!&lt;/span&gt;! Ohh.. Bakung may &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;practical test &lt;/span&gt;sa &lt;u&gt;MAPEH??&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasubli man libro!! Dai ko pa araram ang hand signals!!&lt;/span&gt; Boringun man ang &lt;u&gt;AP&lt;/u&gt;.. maung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;film viewing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spoiler pa! Tigpabasa ang summary.. Anu na yan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ayus lang yan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malunch na man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atsan na kita lunch!! O kaya dai na kita lunch!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KADAKUL PA KITANG GIGIBUHON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waa!! Patabang daw sa &lt;u&gt;ENGLISH!!&lt;/u&gt; Isip ka daw ning word para sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cinquain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about sa war?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mau kaya ako maisip..&lt;/span&gt; ANNOUNCEMENT! Siisay saindo ang may &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;u&gt;RESEARCH 1??&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paarug daw!! Dai pa ako nakakagibu assignment..&lt;/span&gt; HOI!! Mga groupmates ko sa &lt;u&gt;TLE!!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nagdarara kamu ning ingredients??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngunyan kita ma-bake ning Pan De Sal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES!! mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DEAR&lt;/span&gt;, mau si ma'am &lt;u&gt;CHEM!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohh yeah!! Mag-inuman, Magsayawan! Lahat tayo ay magdiwang!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaay.. relief. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irigot kaya haay. &lt;/span&gt;hehe. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHH MEE GOD!&lt;/span&gt; A perfect example of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cramming&lt;/span&gt; in a common day. If you know how to count *and I hope you do*, we're taking 8 subjects a day: 4 period for morning and the same for afternoon matching the above underlined subjects. Much of my dismay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each of these subject HAS a work to be finished &lt;/span&gt;except for our favorite: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(From the name of school itself, Naga City &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; High School)&lt;/span&gt;. Well, you know, it is really hard for a student to have an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in-demand &lt;/span&gt;teacher. We, 3-Antimony, has experienced not taking Chem [for few days at all, which most of us get their head exhaust pipe burst with smoke of anger, which is bad for our beloved mother earth] for the first two gradings, albeit in different manner, as her absence is pretty much fitting to the case of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is not only the case: there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;something more. I'll no longer post it here just to tell you how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unworthy&lt;/span&gt; I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish that one day....... ayy.. bitin. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-6954595547361710903?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/6954595547361710903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=6954595547361710903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6954595547361710903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6954595547361710903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/11/75-of-jokes-are-true-thats-fact.html' title='75% of jokes are true. that&apos;s a fact.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-5970089453630517514</id><published>2008-11-17T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:08:53.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ishh mee still yuur cuzzlee??</title><content type='html'>&lt;hr style="height: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    *Coughs* W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;atta. These would be one of my most fewsome high days.  And &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know what I mean. Well, lemme see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Ohh wow, good job, kevz! Galing galing talaga ng pinsan ko! Bagay talaga tayo magpinsan! Buti ikaw pinsan ko! Wow, astig ka talaga pagdating dyan sa mga techie-techies! Sabi na nga ba eh, kaya mo! Whoo! Fetch, fetch! Hahahaha.. saya mo kasama! Grabe, loko-loko ka talaga kevin! Pareho tayo! Hahaha.. Oyy, alam mo ba, sabi nila magkamukha tayo.. Hmm! Magpinsan talaga tayo..hehe. Ahhm, kevin, pwede ba kitang maging little brother? Hehe.. gusto ko kasi may matawag na ganun.. hehehe."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the words uttered by my cousin, exclusive for me but heard by everyone. The last time I heard any of these words is when I was in 2nd year, which is last year. So basically, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;it has been a long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; time hearing and rarely telling these words to me. S/He simply doesn't know that it meant a lot for me, as s/he is my one of my most cutest wobbliest cousin of all time. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;and that fits for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, like what I have said, it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;rarely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;no longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; been said to me. It was merely changed by these: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Whatever, Kevin. You're such a LOSER. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So shut up.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    I know, I kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;w. Each of these words marks a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in my small brain. Whatever, I am. I'll hear it. And it will gradually healed up. Call me I loser. I'll hear it. And it will gradually healed up. But tell me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;shut up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when I am in the proper place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Each of us want to be heard, we know that. Like what I said in my blogger info, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;judge me not. dare me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I know when to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go on, call me an emo *even I am not*, but remember this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; don't you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;take my rights to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have changed a lot and you know that. I'm telling this coz' your my cuz. And cuz is special. I hope that those demons beside you shall be thrown to abyss and shall never return. I wanna be, with the one I know. ]':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And, ohh, before I forgot. There is one thing I want to clear with you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My voices isn't fake. It is the true me, my identity, and not used for popularity. So if you want to feel what I have felt when you told it to me, SHUT UP AND DO SOMETHING USEFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Whoo, thats it. I'm relieved. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="height: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~marching along, klikkitiklakk.. singing a song, yikkitiyakk..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ohh, yeah right. I am very glad. This day is another wonderful day that lengthens up my high day list. And, ohh, do you know what high day means? It is when you forgot taking your tranquilizer. Well, that's the case, so be it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking back at the brighter side, I got a respectable result in the Chemistry long test and good instinct about the Trigonometry quizzes. Whew. I hope a better result for the trigo... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all. I hope you ignore the upper part.. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-5970089453630517514?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/5970089453630517514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=5970089453630517514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5970089453630517514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5970089453630517514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/11/ishh-mee-still-yuur-cuzzlee.html' title='ishh mee still yuur cuzzlee??'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-7911911882387680180</id><published>2008-11-16T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:18:28.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back, kevz~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saludo, Hilsen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTranslation" class="lblTranslation"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Saluto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTranslation" class="lblTranslation"&gt;&lt;span&gt;祝賀,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTranslation" class="lblTranslation"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTranslation" class="lblTranslation"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ترحيب,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTranslation" class="lblTranslation"&gt;&lt;span&gt; 인사,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTranslation" class="lblTranslation"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTranslation" class="lblTranslation"&gt;&lt;span&gt;salut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greetings to everyone! &lt;/span&gt;It's been a long time.. As far as I remember, my last post was on June 30 this year, and now it's November! Time flows so fast.. It was like I am a freshman yesterday and now in 3rd year! Well, even thats the way it is, high school &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am out for blogging, loads of changes happened. I'll share some, to let you know, but I can't promise to complete it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Major events &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[from earliest to most recent]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our new adviser was introduced, a kind-hearted teacher, yours truly, Ms. Elisa San Andres&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met new friends, befriend again quelled friend,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&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 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;Became more active on class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liked hated subjects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hated liked people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became more close to people I should be closed on to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No longer close to people I was closed on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Section Discrimination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Proven that I'm not what you think of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated my 14th birthday[O8/O8/O8, yepee!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned proper grammer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lessened my gossiping habit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;focused &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dedicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Turned out to be more &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loved the band ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned how to drink/eat (watbeber) Coke Float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated birthdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took lots of EXAM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Low grades&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mistaken Identity &lt;/span&gt;[ not once... not twice.. but thrice. D: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RGLTP &lt;/span&gt;(Rapid Growth of Love Team Population)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hated the above mentioned&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEPHYTHYLIMPIX (or N-Lympix) &lt;/span&gt;was held&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had so much fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Won 1st place for Chess (board 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over-all Champion...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antimony!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learned how to love my section ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Formed bond-strong, non-toxic adhesion to Elmer's Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friend's attitude changed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reminiscing the past*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and many more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reminiscing the Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Lately, every little thing I do or encounter reminds of the past -- specifically, the one in 1st years. Maybe this shows how I miss the year and my sheer love for it. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-7911911882387680180?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/7911911882387680180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=7911911882387680180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7911911882387680180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7911911882387680180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-back-kevz.html' title='Welcome back, kevz~'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-6246936680659881104</id><published>2008-06-30T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:39:37.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haay naku. have you ever learned?</title><content type='html'>yan nanaman siya. nagsisimula nanaman ng bagong love life. kanino? mahirap sabihin. basta. hindi niyo aakalain na siya pala. may song na nga ako para sa kanila ehh. isang line lang: " si tootoot, o si tootoot o si toot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagkabistuhan na. mga tagapayo. magandang bagay, sa ilan. ngunit para sa akin, hindi masyado. especially when it comes to who would that teacher be. like i expected, pangit nga ang adviser namin. well, let me describe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;judges easily.&lt;/span&gt; is it correct for a teacher to accuse his advisory class without knowing them for a long time or even he did not really saw the true us? he barely even looked for the good people in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation 1:&lt;br /&gt;he asked a student: sino sa boys ang bully?&lt;br /&gt;chris: wala po.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: meron. sino?&lt;br /&gt;chris: wala nga po kasi halos lahat sa class dito, mababait.&lt;br /&gt;teacher:meron nga. hindi ako nakikipaglokohan. sino?&lt;br /&gt;chris: wala talaga po.&lt;br /&gt;teacher:magsabi ka ng totoo kung hindi papatayuin kita sa upuan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nambabanta na siya. syempre, kung ikaw ang nasa sitwasyon, sasagot ka ba ng meron o hindi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: si judah na lang po.&lt;br /&gt;claim: according to my psychological test, almost all of the boys in this class are bully and are quirky. if there are some which are not, only one or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saan niya naman hinuha ang kanyang sinabi? nagsasabi naman si chris ng totoo na wala naman masyadong bully, pasaway lang.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;situation 2:&lt;br /&gt;the teacher asked judah: sino ang mahilig tumingin sa salamin?&lt;br /&gt;judah: si maxine.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: sino pa bang iba?&lt;br /&gt;judah: si maxine lang po.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: meron pa. sino pa?&lt;br /&gt;judah: si maxine lang talaga po sir.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: sumagot ka kundi papatayuin kita sa upuan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muli, nambabanta. so ano ang gagawin mo, kung ikaw ang nasa sitwasyon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;judah: si jp pa po.&lt;br /&gt;claim: ayon sa aking tanong, kalahati ng klase ay conscious sa kanilang sarili, lalo na sa girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh? san nya naman nakuha iyon? ehh isa o dalawang tao lang naman ang itinuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haay naku. siguro epekto yun ng pagiging section D namin na kung tutuusin, wala naman sa titik ang ibig sabihin kung ang isang seksyon ay lipon ng mga biniyayaan at matatalinong mag-aaral. sa ibang paaralan, oo. ngunit sa aming paaralan, NCSHS, lahat ay may aking galing at pantay-pantay. sana ay maintindihan niya iyon, at hindi lang siya, pati rin sa mga nagbabasa nito na hindi alam ang ganitong konsepto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sino pa nga ba ang gurong tinutukoy ko? yung gurong nakapost dito: &lt;/span&gt;Wednesday, June 25, 2008&lt;br /&gt;siya yung teacher na walang alam na titik maliban sa A na napatunayan kung mali. meron pa palang iba. maliban sa A, ay ang mga titik na T, L at E.&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 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-6246936680659881104?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/6246936680659881104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=6246936680659881104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6246936680659881104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6246936680659881104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/haay-naku-have-you-ever-learned.html' title='haay naku. have you ever learned?'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-5750072229777046875</id><published>2008-06-27T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:39:32.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha.</title><content type='html'>I am so glad. it was my very lucky day this month of june. first, i did not got late. but soon to be, if only charm was not the gatekeeper. mirz did not piss me off to much, instead she gives me complimentary reliefs. lolz.  then, i got the highest score in geometry! our first unannounced seatwork. ang sama nga ehh. something about, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, mistaken identity. huwag ko na i-ellaborate, baka may masabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General cleaning, it is called. but does that deserve to be called like that? para saan pa ang salitang GENERAL kung titingi lang naman ang gumagawa? anyway, hayaan mo na. enjoy naman. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another is that.. i won the ITC Code in smartschools gimmicks! hahaha. my name was already listed and you can visit see the winners &lt;a href="http://www.smartschools.ph/SmartSchools/Gimmicks/ICTDecode.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. the important thing is that i got the prize already. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto pa. lunch time. parang kailan lang, she "missed" him. and now, he's there. ;0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-5750072229777046875?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/5750072229777046875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=5750072229777046875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5750072229777046875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5750072229777046875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahaha.html' title='hahaha.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-6719621599347661128</id><published>2008-06-26T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:38:31.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang boring</title><content type='html'>Ang boring. sa sobrang boring, wala na akong maalala maliban sa init, pawis, pagod at gutom. dumarami na ang guro. boring na nga, dinagdagan pa. i expected that even she's a val ed teacher, she will not that boring, as it is. sana magimprove naman siya't mawala ang drowziness ko everytime she's in front of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong matake note na maganda. except this: "I missed him". guess who said that?  hulaan niyo na lang.  hanapin nyo sa other posts ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-6719621599347661128?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/6719621599347661128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=6719621599347661128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6719621599347661128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6719621599347661128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/ang-boring.html' title='ang boring'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4391116967734866451</id><published>2008-06-25T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:38:28.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga _ _ _ _ _.</title><content type='html'>Isa pang guro ang pumasok. AP naman ngayon. sa aking paningin, hindi siya masyadong magaling. para siyang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boschirilla&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. sana gets nyo. hindi siya masyadong organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay naku. isa pang teacher. take note, nakita lang, hindi pumasok. ang galing naman. maybe out of 26 letters in the alphabet, isa lang ang alam nya. A. ehh yun lang naman ang pinasukan nya. at eto pa. ibig bang sabihin ng letter A ay 1st? maari, because it's the first letter in the english alphabet. but in our school, A does not necessarily mean that thing. siguro epekto yun ng pagiging teacher niya sa ibang school, kaya ganun ang pagtingin nya sa amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa. gaya ng sinabi ko, mahirap magkaroon ng IN DEMAND na teacher. sayang ng oras, sana'y ginamit na lng sa pagtuturo. at saka, according to her, the subject requires a lot of time, but she doesn't mean it. but she got sick. so walang tayong magagawa dun. basta dapat makabawi siya ^^. but despite this, we still had a lot of fun. hahahaha. may sense rin kahit wala siya. magiging maganda 'tong section na ito. ang tindi! singing bee, hep hep hooray! boo yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-4391116967734866451?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4391116967734866451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4391116967734866451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4391116967734866451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4391116967734866451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/mga.html' title='mga _ _ _ _ _.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-7729979518098581215</id><published>2008-06-24T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:38:24.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr. kakainis ka na.</title><content type='html'>Ayun nanaman si mirz. hindi pa rin ako tinatantan. it was already the third time, but still i did not warn her. i'm kind of pissed off a little, but it doesn't YET get through my veins. so, hindi pa ako galit. inis lang. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandamakmak pa rin ang vacant period. but, geometry teacher has finally arrived. dolly, is her name. rachelle an go daw? she resembles ma'm dans. mabuti naman, a reliable one. strict but not that serious. guess i'll like her way of being a teacher to us. hindi tulad ng isang guro dyan. mahirap talagang magkaroon ng isang IN DEMAND na teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang chemistry this afternoon. ngunit may nabubuo. sa pagitan ng dalawang tao. hahaha. sino kaya sila? kilala niyo. the boy likes math. the girl like all subjects, therefore she likes math, too. they're both music lover. guitarist... and singer??? siguro. hahaha. meron pang isa. they seem to like each other. may chemistry, di ba? actually, meron akong role sa pagitan nila, kahit papano. a brittle little bridge. may tawag na nga ako sa tandem nila ehh. wanna know? secret lang. hahaha. galit kasi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-7729979518098581215?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/7729979518098581215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=7729979518098581215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7729979518098581215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7729979518098581215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/grrr-kakainis-ka-na.html' title='grrr. kakainis ka na.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4468031936875370148</id><published>2008-06-23T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:38:10.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hindi NGA ako ganun. k?!!?!?</title><content type='html'>Haay naku. andyan nanaman si miriam. mang-aasar. mamimikon. ngunit sanay na ako sa mga ganun kaya hinahayaan ko na lang siya. kaso lang, minsan, masyado nang personal. kasi minsan, yun ang simula ng aming sigalot. sa tingin ko'y alam niyo na tinutukoy ko. nung isang linggo pa siya ng ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, trigonometry teacher ay dumating na. sino? yours truly, our beloved teacher, si sir valle. haha. astig no? parang kelan lang. sana nga siya na rin maging adviser namin. lolz. anyway, during english period, our topic is making our own language. quite difficult, isn't it? so i decided to go back to what language i got used to when posting, which was actually the philippine english since sir de leon is done for defending our native tongue. philippine english, meaning may halong filipino. ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something makes me misty today and i don't want to get carried away so i won't post it there. hmm.. nothing more to say. i want to post it here but i can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-4468031936875370148?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4468031936875370148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4468031936875370148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4468031936875370148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4468031936875370148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/hindi-nga-ako-ganun-k.html' title='hindi NGA ako ganun. k?!!?!?'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4938829490158057467</id><published>2008-06-20T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:38:07.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi ako ganun. k?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;hindi ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku. mukhang napapansin ko na lagi na lang hinanakit at inis ang aking nakapost dito. Maiba naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapo'y binigyan kami ng takdang-aralin ni Sir de Leon. alam niyo ba kung tungkol saan? sa language nanaman. at ngayon naman, gumawa raw kami ng aming sariling wika. at yun ang naging isyu sa buong umaga. "pano ang sa english?", tanong ng ilan. maging ako, medyo nahirapan din. ang papangit na salita naman kasi ang lumalabas sa isip ko. nang sa huli, may naisip na rin ako. haha. actually, walang pumasok ni isang guro ngayong umaga. hindi pa man lunch break ay kumain na kami. kasama si mirzie. bati na pala kami. ^-^ pero sa tingin ko hindi naman kami nagkagalit. hehe.ngunit ngayon, inis nanaman ako sa kanya. pero konti lng. may nasabi kasi siyang ayaw kong marinig. Ayun, wala naman palang pasok paghapon. sayang lang ang pagod ko sa kaiisip para sa english. hay naku. buhay nga naman. hindi mo inaasahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-4938829490158057467?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4938829490158057467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4938829490158057467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4938829490158057467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4938829490158057467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/hindi-ako-ganun-k.html' title='Hindi ako ganun. k?!'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8596580826148515550</id><published>2008-06-19T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:38:04.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haay.. no talk no mistake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ayan na. hindi ko na siya kinakausap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haay. wala nang kibuan simula pagkatapos ng lunch. bakit? hmm.. bakit nga ba. ikikwento ko na lng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito kasi. Kaninang umaga'y sinusubukan kong hindi muna siya pansinin. ngunit hindi ko naman matiis na hindi siya kausapin. sabay pa rin kami kumain ng pananghalian, maliban sa recess. kasi kasama nya ang new set of friends niya. parang sumagi sa isip ko na wala na ako silbi sa kanya, at parang nakalilimutan niya na ako. kasi marami na siyang kaibigan, mayroon na siyang love life, masyadong mataas na ang kanyang career at maaari pa siyang magkaroon ng maraming kaibigan. haay. umiral nanaman ang ugali ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil doon ay naragdagan ang nadarama kong lungkot, lalo na noong nangyari nang lunes na ikwinento ko kahapon na nakapost sa ibaba. siguro balang araw ay malilimutan niya na rin ang mga alaala namin noong una at ikalawang taon. napansin ko rin na palagi na lang siyang abala't may ginagawa. kapag wala naman siyang maggawa, bible study o kakausapin ang notebook at papel. hindi na siya mag-aabala pang lumapit at makipagkwentuhan. at pagsapit nang 11:50 ay saka lang mamamansin at magsasabing, "Lunch na tayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. kaninang tanghalia'y abala ang lahat para sa paghahanda mamayang period ng chemistry. pentel pen doon, manila paper dito. maging ako'y abala rin. ngunit hindi masyado, alam niyo na. hindi ako masyadong mahilig sa pagsusulat. habang ako'y may hawak na manila paper at pentel pen, tinawag niya ako upang tanungin kung maaari daw akong makisabay sa kanya. ngunit, hindi pa ba obvious?? may manila paper na ako't pentel pen, kulang na lang magsimula ako sa aking gagawin. ayun. ayun. siguro nainis, tumawag ng ibang kasama't paalis ng tawagin akong, "SELFISH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung babalik-aralan natin, sino kaya ang selfish saming dalawa?? ayun at napuno na ako. ikanga nila, "no talk, no mistake." kaya mas minabuti ko na lang manahimik kaysa may masabi pa akong masama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;..zrim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-8596580826148515550?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8596580826148515550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8596580826148515550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8596580826148515550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8596580826148515550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/haay-no-talk-no-mistake.html' title='haay.. no talk no mistake.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-3435704441631395552</id><published>2008-06-17T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:38:01.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alam ko na.</title><content type='html'>Kahapon naiinis ako. ngayoy' inis pa rin ako, ngunit konti na lng. ^-^ maaari ko na sigurong maikwento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:10 pm&lt;br /&gt;NCSHS Campus-kanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tinanong ako ng ilan kong kaibigan kung gusto kong makisabay sa kanila pa-uwi. ngunit hindi ako pumayag kasi sabi ko'y may hahanapin pa ako. nang lumao'y hindi ko &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;siya&lt;/span&gt; nakita. sumabay na lamang ako sa iba ko pang kaibigan. habang kami'y naglalakad, aming nakasalubong ang aking hinahanap. ayon pala. hindi man lamang nag-abalang magpaalam. nang malapit na ako sa kanto'y nakita ko pa ang kanilang sasakyan. ngunit ng pagdating ko, puno na pala. kaya napuno kasi sumakay &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;sila&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kaninang umaga'y nagkwento siya kung ano ang nangyari kahapon. kanya namang isinalaysay at ako'y nakinig. ... ... ayon pala. masayang masaya pa. haay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-3435704441631395552?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/3435704441631395552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=3435704441631395552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3435704441631395552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3435704441631395552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/alam-ko-na.html' title='alam ko na.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-7994116855487011270</id><published>2008-06-16T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:37:47.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grr.zrrrim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haay. ngayoy' napatunayan ko na ako pala'y isang walang kwentang mag-aaral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;naiinis ako. naiinis talaga ako. sobra. grabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pasensya na. wala akong ganang magkwento. &lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-7994116855487011270?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/7994116855487011270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=7994116855487011270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7994116855487011270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7994116855487011270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/grrzrrrim.html' title='grr.zrrrim.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-7659922732115368610</id><published>2008-06-13T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:37:40.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th day: ayoko na.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayoko na. lagi na ng akong naghihintay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hay salamat. bukas ay sabado't walang pasok. nakaraos na sa unang linggo ng pasukan.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;naiinis ako sa'yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayaw muna kita makausap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sana'y maintindihan mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/4323197893519836792-7659922732115368610?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/7659922732115368610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=7659922732115368610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7659922732115368610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7659922732115368610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/4th-day-ayoko-na.html' title='4th day: ayoko na.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-3385062672722351496</id><published>2008-06-12T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:12:08.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day. T_T</title><content type='html'>Hay naku. at last. nagpansinan na ang magkakaklase. tila kailan lang ay ubod ng saya ang kanilang dulot, ngunit sa pagtungtong nila sa ikatlong taon, nagkahiwahiwalay ang bawat myembro. ngunit kahit ganoon, may konti pa silang kakayahang magpangiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganun pa rin. walang kibuan. tila'y wala sa iisang silid. sino? ang aking mga kamag-aral na tila'y mas matigas pa sa dyamante ang iniaasal samin habang sinusubukan naming makisama na tila'y isa ring dyamante. ngunit ganun. kahit ilang ulit magbalat-kayo, pnb pa rin. alam niyo ba ang pnb? sa katunayan, hindi ko rin alam. magtanung-tanong na lang kayo kung kanino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku. sana ay mabasa nila ang aking inilathala sa kahit papanong paraan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kanina'y nangyari ulit ang kalbaryo. ngunit mas malala kahapon, sapagkat sumobra sa 6:30pm. hmmp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-3385062672722351496?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/3385062672722351496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=3385062672722351496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3385062672722351496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3385062672722351496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/3rd-day-tt.html' title='3rd day. T_T'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4809042005405270720</id><published>2008-06-11T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:37:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second day..</title><content type='html'>A day after the first day. introduction of 3 teachers, so far, MOST notably, Mr. de Leon, our English teacher. He's more like a Filipino teacher for me. He's convincing us not to use english too much because in english subjects, commonly we were prohibited talk in filipino. he keeps arguing that we are in our country and yet we are prohibited to speak in our own language. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;para siyang si legacion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay naku. mabuti pa sigurong sundin na lang natin siya. kaya simula bukas hindi na ako mag-iingles sa aking PINOY na blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a bit odd. i don't know the class was so quiet. i don't sense typhoon either. another thing got so weird - my stomach. every time i swallow, i feel its rumbling and trying to make me vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya. Kami daw ang unang nakapasok sa bagong anyo ng chem lab? haha. ika nga, lahat ng bagay ay may kapalit. kami hindi ko nais ipamahagi. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. simula na ng kalbaryo. getting so late to go home. hindi dahil sakin, kundi sa kanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-4809042005405270720?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4809042005405270720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4809042005405270720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4809042005405270720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4809042005405270720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/second-day.html' title='second day..'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-276729483161514797</id><published>2008-06-10T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:37:19.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day: third level!</title><content type='html'>yay! a bit nervous and full of excitement this day brings to me. but haven't been get used to sleep and wake up early it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peep-peep! riding on the jeep. haven't been heard the horns and noise of the students walking their way to school for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiha! alas, at the gate! see anyone's familiar face? at the lobby! until at the stairs.. yiha! it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you! &lt;/span&gt;walking, walking.. until at the room.. surprised! Again! it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..rofl..rofl..rofl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you understand the circumstace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.i'm glad it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-276729483161514797?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/276729483161514797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=276729483161514797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/276729483161514797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/276729483161514797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/06/1st-day-third-level.html' title='1st day: third level!'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-29141504061142678</id><published>2008-04-12T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:37:15.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paalam!</title><content type='html'>Sa lahat ng mga taong naliligaw ng landas at napunta sa aking blog, mga binibini't ginoo, magandang araw sainyong lahat. Sa ilang linggo kong pananatili sa aming bahay na nagkataong malayo sa lungsod ng Naga, napagtanto ko na napapabayaan ko na pala ang aking blog at hindi na ito malagyan ni-isang post. Kaya, minainam ko muna na magpahinga sa kapopost dito sa blog na ito. Sa madaling salita, titigil na muna ako magpost hanggang sa susunod na pasukan. Isang dahilan nito ay ang mga walang kwentang nangyayari sa aking buhay, na maaaring maging dahilan ng pagkabagot ninyo dito sa blog na ito, at ma-trauma kayo at hindi na muling bumisita sa blog ko. Ayoko namang mangyari iyon, sino bang may gusto. Naisip ko rin na linisin na muna ito bago ako umalis kaya nga wala kayong ibang makita dito sa blog ko maliban sa post na ito. Ang masasabi ko lamang po sainyo ay maraming salamat sa pagsubaybay, sa suporta at sa pagtangkilik sa blog na ito, kahit walang gaanong saysay sainyo, o wala talaga kahit konti. Salamat sa pagbisita dito, kahit sa isang maikling sulyap, o kahit hindi niyo na binabasa ang mga nakapost. Paalam sainyong lahat at maraming salamat po. bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kitakits.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-29141504061142678?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/29141504061142678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=29141504061142678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/29141504061142678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/29141504061142678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/04/paalam.html' title='Paalam!'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-2465898104778637869</id><published>2008-03-19T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:37:10.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy monthsary jammi and midrib!</title><content type='html'>Happy monthsary, JAMMI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-2465898104778637869?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/2465898104778637869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=2465898104778637869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2465898104778637869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2465898104778637869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-monthsary-jammi-and-midrib.html' title='happy monthsary jammi and midrib!'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8137368031320352631</id><published>2008-03-16T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:37:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto Shippuden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"In order to escape a road of solitude, one has to word hard and forge a new path their own power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Gaara, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naruto  Shippuden  Episode  5&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Sasuke is my friend. Someone who was I finally able to form a bond with. I don't care who I have to fight! If he rips my arms off, I'll kick him to death. If he rips my legs off, I'll bite him to death! If he rips my head off, I'll stare him to death! And if he gouges out my eyes, I'll curse him from beyond the grave! And even if I'm torn to shreds, I'm taking Sasuke back from Orochimaru!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Naruto, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naruto Shippuden Episode 49&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&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/4323197893519836792-8137368031320352631?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8137368031320352631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8137368031320352631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8137368031320352631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8137368031320352631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/03/naruto-shippuden.html' title='Naruto Shippuden'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8292158641000487912</id><published>2008-03-05T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:36:53.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Featuring: Group Profiles in Abueva</title><content type='html'>Name: Midrib&lt;br /&gt;Name Origin: The biggest vein of a leaf, usually found at the center&lt;br /&gt;Founded: November 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;This group is consist of the most talented guitarists, drummers and singers of Abueva. They are also good in mathematics. They are also best in doing gags, stunts and video clips that will surely make you laugh out loud. They are linked with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAMMI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: JAMMI&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;N'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Origin: The letter of the name of the members: Joyce, Arysa, Miriam, Meggie and Ivy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;plus the&lt;br /&gt;second name of the cutest and the only boy member, Kevin, which is Neil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founded: January 19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;A group of cute, smart, talented people of Abueva.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Quinzhue&lt;br /&gt;Name Origin: Actually, I don't know. But I have a theory that the name was derived from the age of their crush. It also sounds like the plural form of "Kirz" which is the characteristic of the Leader&lt;br /&gt;Founded: ???? 15, 2007 - I'm not sure of the month&lt;br /&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, from the word itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-8292158641000487912?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8292158641000487912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8292158641000487912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8292158641000487912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8292158641000487912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/03/featuring-group-profiles-in-abueva.html' title='Featuring: Group Profiles in Abueva'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-1537350066612645876</id><published>2008-03-01T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:36:41.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feb 29</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of February.  This month is a memorable month for me. Month full of controversies, courtships and bonds were formed. It's quite ironic that the end of the school year is near but I'm just starting to like this school year. I hope that before summer vacation comes, all things are settled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-1537350066612645876?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/1537350066612645876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=1537350066612645876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1537350066612645876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1537350066612645876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/feb-29.html' title='feb 29'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8041235834509192379</id><published>2008-02-27T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:36:35.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yux..feelerz</title><content type='html'>A very irritating yet nice day for me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. An annoying-flirt girl keeps flirting at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. My hated teacher "misses" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; was so silent this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; shared &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; boring jokes to us in lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; got a low score in my hated teacher's subject.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; company joined us walking on the way.&lt;br /&gt;6. TV watching with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; in the store near our campus.&lt;br /&gt;7. The annoying-flirt girl keeps staring at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; even on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;8. The annoying-flirt girl mocked us except &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4323197893519836792-8041235834509192379?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8041235834509192379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8041235834509192379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8041235834509192379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8041235834509192379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/yuxfeelerz.html' title='yux..feelerz'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4513134129216693492</id><published>2008-02-21T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:36:19.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang pag-uusap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/232/232571v6s8nyudvl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 149px;" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/232/232571v6s8nyudvl.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Naglalaro si Drew ng Pokemon Emerald ng may tumawag sa telepono...)&lt;br /&gt;Drew: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: hui.&lt;br /&gt;Drew: Ha? Sige bbye ingat.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Hay. Aram ko man na dai mo ako kakaulayun. Kasubagu kaya napapahibi na ako ta dai ko aram kung anggut ka sako. Anggut ka baya sako?&lt;br /&gt;Drew: Mau lang.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Dai ko aram kung may maraut akong ginibu saimo o may naggibu akong sala. Pareho kamu ni John mga katok. Naanu ka baya?&lt;br /&gt;Drew: Mau lang.&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Pag mahiling ko talaga ika saaga sa skul, kukurudutun ta ka. Hayy, bahala ka daw! [sabay bagsak ng telepono.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik sa kanyang upuan si Drew na parang walang nangyari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-4513134129216693492?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4513134129216693492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4513134129216693492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4513134129216693492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4513134129216693492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/ang-pag-uusap.html' title='Ang pag-uusap'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-1789581005901440564</id><published>2008-02-20T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:35:52.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tifa</title><content type='html'>TO Kevz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aram mo daw sa ginigibo mo, ang nagluluwas nag-seselos ka kay julie.&lt;br /&gt;dai man sa pag-ano.&lt;br /&gt;pero iyo talaga.&lt;br /&gt;ta kung dai mo man iisipun ang nangyari kang 14-15 sana iribanan pa kita pag-uli.&lt;br /&gt;kevz, you know what's the problem bout' you?&lt;br /&gt;people can hardly understand what you are up to.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cause' you show unlikely emotions in simple things.&lt;br /&gt;sana for some time be strong.&lt;br /&gt;wag ka maxado maging sensitive, kasi it might lead to the worst things.&lt;br /&gt;and one thing...&lt;br /&gt;kung namomoblema ka sa mga problems mo&lt;br /&gt;isipun mo na mas namomoblema ako dahil dai ko aram kung pano taka tatabangan as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;kung naaalala mo pa.&lt;br /&gt;itong, you want a brother title mo sa ym.&lt;br /&gt;sabi mo you want someone that you can trust on, and can be your confidant.&lt;br /&gt;i told you that i promise, i will be that one.&lt;br /&gt;pero pano yun mangyayari, kung sa sayo pa lang, broken na...&lt;br /&gt;sabi ng iba...&lt;br /&gt;it's ok to cry dahil nababawasan feelings mo&lt;br /&gt;pero&lt;br /&gt;there's always an excemption in every rule.&lt;br /&gt;you know, what's the best?&lt;br /&gt;be strong and learn how to face your problem, not to run away from it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hannah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ta mayo kang maggibo?&lt;br /&gt;friend mo man kami.&lt;br /&gt;proket nag 14 lang, nagbago na.&lt;br /&gt;aram mo kung tano?&lt;br /&gt;dahil sa imo...&lt;br /&gt;ta dai mo fini-feel kung ano ang pakiramdam mi.&lt;br /&gt;ang iniisip mo, sadiri mo lang...&lt;br /&gt;at kung paano dai mawawara ang friendship ta.&lt;br /&gt;dai mo aram na may naapektuhan na.&lt;br /&gt;saro pa.&lt;br /&gt;mabuot ka!&lt;br /&gt;i know, but sometimes kaipuhan mo man gibuhon ang tama, kesa magtago sa mabuotun mong shell!&lt;br /&gt;why are you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Julius:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anggot ako sa imo!&lt;br /&gt;mah man ako ginibo maraut sa imo..&lt;br /&gt;tas arug ka na kayan.&lt;br /&gt;ano baya problema mo.&lt;br /&gt;nakakasuya ka na.&lt;br /&gt;ano man kung nagbago na.&lt;br /&gt;tano?!&lt;br /&gt;dahil sako?&lt;br /&gt;dai man baga.&lt;br /&gt;tano arug ka na kayan.&lt;br /&gt;friend ta ka pa baya?&lt;br /&gt;nakakasuya ka na.&lt;br /&gt;everytime na naririsa kon iniignore mo na kami&lt;br /&gt;garo ang feeling ko, mayo akong kwentang friend!&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;kakasuya ka talaga...&lt;br /&gt;pwedeng paki-sabi sako, kung kamo na? nakakarisa na kaya ako.&lt;br /&gt;garo nakaka-ilang man mag-iba saindo.&lt;br /&gt;haaaiii.&lt;br /&gt;pirmi na lang, si hannah..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. si hannah..&lt;br /&gt;friend mo baya ako?&lt;br /&gt;itong pink na bear, for your "best friend" pala..&lt;br /&gt;pati ung 50 pesos kong load for your bestfriend pa rin?&lt;br /&gt;actually that was 68 pesos worth of load, na puro na lang...&lt;br /&gt;"anggut ka sako hannah"&lt;br /&gt;"sisay crush mo hannah"&lt;br /&gt;next time.. bakalan mo na si hannah cellphone&lt;br /&gt;tas mag textan na lang kamo.&lt;br /&gt;bako tong ma-pretend pa kamo na binabali nindo ako sa kung ano man pinaguurulayan nindo.&lt;br /&gt;nag text ka sako one time&lt;br /&gt;sabi mo nasusuya ka ta winalat mi ako.&lt;br /&gt;baka ang ibig mong sabihun... "winalat ka ni hannah.."&lt;br /&gt;baka yan lang.&lt;br /&gt;tas nag text ka pa... "text tau"&lt;br /&gt;baka ang ibig mong sabihin "usap lang kami ni hannah"&lt;br /&gt;sige...&lt;br /&gt;dai ako nagseselos.&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;lilinawun ko lang&lt;br /&gt;nasusuya lang ako na sige kamong pretend na binabali pa nindo ako sa ibanan nindo.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;kang nagtutukaw kita sa ambidex kaibanan si brene.&lt;br /&gt;siguro kung mau si brene, garo ako duman poste na mayong ka-effect effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-1789581005901440564?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/1789581005901440564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=1789581005901440564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1789581005901440564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1789581005901440564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/tifa.html' title='tifa'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-9210898582732972358</id><published>2008-02-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:35:29.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;Hackits, level 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaH. I did not join them. It's like I gained shyness to them. Maybe because of what has happened last week. Just like what Tifa said, "Things will change after this day". From now on, I'll try to stay away from them. I'll talk as less as often. Sorry if I can't tell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; directly to you, but thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ayoko na. Sawa na ako sa inyo. Hahaha. Pasensya na. Nakakainis na kasi. Weeee. Kung hindi ninyo mabasa, bahala kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Kevz&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/4323197893519836792-9210898582732972358?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/9210898582732972358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=9210898582732972358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/9210898582732972358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/9210898582732972358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmm_19.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4817248450959435233</id><published>2008-02-14T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:35:17.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waa</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day to all! I am confused if what is the correct writing of valentine's day... if it has an apostrophe or not. Never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaa. I made a valentine card for nothing. Stupid. I bought a pink chocolate for her and eaten by myself. Moron. Give it to her or loose a friend's trust? Dilemma. I'd better keep quiet until this day ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-4817248450959435233?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4817248450959435233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4817248450959435233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4817248450959435233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4817248450959435233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/waa.html' title='Waa'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-5885701653882867450</id><published>2008-02-13T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:27:51.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>We are required in English II to make greeting cards for this coming Valentine's Day. Some doesn't know to whom they will give the greeting cards. I decided to make three close girls in my life-- for my mama, for my school cousin, Mirzie and for Krizzia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam has been my friend since 1st year. She's the 1st one to approach me and wanted me to become her little cousin since I'm the youngest boy in our room. So I agreed. While Krizzia has become my online friend. I am comfortable to tell her secret matters. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;59 68 62 55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-5885701653882867450?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/5885701653882867450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=5885701653882867450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5885701653882867450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5885701653882867450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-2094569352930147202</id><published>2008-02-11T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:34:31.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVERILLA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GRR! I was so upset that I felt I was going to burst with anger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a bit happy today. The 15 students in Abueva that belong to the top 50 of the batch that will take the Regional Achievement Test (RAT) was announced before our TW period starts. I am one of the top 50 that will take the Regional Achievement Test. And my rivals are of course, were one of the top 50. Then Ivy wrote on the board in alphabetical order the 15 students that will take the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But my mood changed. MAPEH, which is my most disliked subject, is our last period this afternoon. When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MS. MARIA THERESA B. AVERILLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; entered our room, she saw the names of the students that will take the RAT. I and Uy (which happened to be one of her favorites) was right before my name. "Uy... and Vega? Ows..," she said. It was not a joke, since only one heard it. Joyce informed me what she had heard after dismissal, right after Ma'am went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What does she thinks about me? A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? An &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;moron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;twerp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? I know I always get low grades on her subject from 1st to 4th grading, which is 84, 84 and 85 respectively, but not on the others. Well, I think, what she knows about me is that I am too lazy to copy her visual aids. Some of those visual aids are non-sense, indeed. &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/4323197893519836792-2094569352930147202?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/2094569352930147202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=2094569352930147202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2094569352930147202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2094569352930147202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/averilla.html' title='AVERILLA!!!'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-3980666308266662020</id><published>2008-02-10T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:34:26.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so disappointed. Why do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; show &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; better treatment than me? Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; for long? Is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; a closer friend of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than me? I know I am insecure, but this insecurity is understandable because they are unfair. And I notice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have an interest at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-3980666308266662020?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/3980666308266662020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=3980666308266662020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3980666308266662020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/3980666308266662020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-5563304061778147318</id><published>2008-02-05T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:27:13.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuwii.</title><content type='html'>A whole day 'Yuwii' topic. We are talking about my rival &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE TIME. &lt;/span&gt;What the heck? We discussed about his love life, his elementary life, and his 'CHARM' [cute harm]. I won't post anything about that, too much exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But, that day, I realized that there's another person I am competing with -- not only my rival. I think, we all have the same level. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walang lamangan.&lt;/span&gt; All are fair. I suddenly thought that I am very very careless for the past gradings. I did not notice that they are there. From now on, I'll be focusing on my studies. I'll do my best to become much better than him -- I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-5563304061778147318?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/5563304061778147318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=5563304061778147318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5563304061778147318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5563304061778147318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/yuwii.html' title='Yuwii.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-1729732504184171998</id><published>2008-02-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:34:10.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehem.</title><content type='html'>A whole day 'Yuwii' topic. We are talking about my rival &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE TIME. &lt;/span&gt;What the heck? We discussed about his love life, his elementary life, and his 'CHARM' [cute harm]. I won't post anything about that, too much exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But, that day, I realized that there's another person I am competing with -- not only my rival. I think, we all have the same level. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walang lamangan.&lt;/span&gt; All are fair. I am very careless for the past gradings. I did not notice that they are there. From now on, I'll be focusing on my studies. I'll do my best to become much better than him -- I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-1729732504184171998?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/1729732504184171998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=1729732504184171998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1729732504184171998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/1729732504184171998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/ehem.html' title='Ehem.'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-7257380419462380679</id><published>2008-02-03T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:33:56.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay! This is a lucky week for me. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finally got my new USB.&lt;br /&gt;2. My sister gave me a gift - a flute and a necklace (the one with eye thing).&lt;br /&gt;3. An &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;old friend&lt;/span&gt; gave me some gummies.&lt;br /&gt;4. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; gave me her Mr. Chips.&lt;br /&gt;5. I finished watching Naruto Shippuuden episode 21 from episode 1.&lt;br /&gt;6. My father bought me a new wallet ^∞^&lt;br /&gt;7.Chicken inasal in E-mall, which worths 158 pHp., is our meal :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-7257380419462380679?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/7257380419462380679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=7257380419462380679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7257380419462380679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/7257380419462380679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/wee.html' title='Wee!!'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-5162379020300895896</id><published>2008-02-02T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:33:51.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10</title><content type='html'>I am so happy today, not only because I got my new Flash Drive, but also,  I was included in the top 1O of our class! This morning was the release of cards, and I did not went to school because will be making our project proposal in TW. Then when my mom get back home, she told me that I ranked 1Oth in our class. I'm a bit step closer to my goal. Another, I'm also delighted when my MAPEH grade is now 85 unlike in the past gradings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-5162379020300895896?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/5162379020300895896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=5162379020300895896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5162379020300895896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5162379020300895896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/top-10.html' title='Top 10'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-6509066320926172398</id><published>2008-02-02T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:33:39.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Card Giving</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow would be the card giving. I am quite nervous because I think my grades are fail, due to the result of exam, which I failed several of them. But I'm positive that I won't be UP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-6509066320926172398?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/6509066320926172398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=6509066320926172398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6509066320926172398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6509066320926172398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay.html' title='Card Giving'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-5919680640165473878</id><published>2008-02-02T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:33:36.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, something happened that doesn't usually happens which already happened but not often happens. I'm afraid to post it here, so I won't post it here. It is about mistaken identity. Yeah, yeah, right now, you're thinking that I am very assuming. But that was not my mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-5919680640165473878?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/5919680640165473878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=5919680640165473878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5919680640165473878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5919680640165473878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/02/we.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-112820446819490841</id><published>2008-01-25T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:33:26.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Antares</title><content type='html'>I am so sick today. Maybe because of the sudden change of weather yesterday or because I did not use my blanket and the electric fan was open. Ma'am Linsoco gave us a short quiz about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coordinating Conjunction&lt;/span&gt; =.=  [pang-elementary]. She permitted us to review for 3 mins. [but it exceeded to 5 mins.] but since I don't jot down notes, I have nothing to review with. While taking the quiz, I was sooo sleepy. I'm not conscious of what instructions our teacher was talking about because I already know that they are none sense. And when I write my name together with my section, I mistakenly wrote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-Antares&lt;/span&gt; and I did not noticed it. When the quiz is over and I passed the paper in front, Cris noticed that my section is not the same as theirs. Then he announced that my section in my paper was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-Antares. &lt;/span&gt;They looked at me and laughed. "Ay, turog pa kaya.. Mata na daw!!" they said. I got a perfect score anyway. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I miss you.. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-112820446819490841?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/112820446819490841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=112820446819490841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/112820446819490841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/112820446819490841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-antares.html' title='I-Antares'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-6925125831087433855</id><published>2008-01-22T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:33:23.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies</title><content type='html'>Abueva and Wilwayco are so busy today because of the assignment and 20-item quiz in AP, While in Hechanova and Feleo, for their short quiz in Biology. During lunch break, Krizzia, with her biology notebook, went to our classroom. When she entered, she was greeted with "Hi Krizzia!" and "Hello". I don't know what happened because I'm doing my assignment. I noticed her and she approached me. Then she told me what she feels after she come in. It's something private, so I'll better not post it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-6925125831087433855?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/6925125831087433855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=6925125831087433855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6925125831087433855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6925125831087433855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/01/studies.html' title='Studies'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-6499319306220219315</id><published>2008-01-20T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:32:40.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Statistics in Action</title><content type='html'>The most awaited day had just began.. The Statistics in Action Presentation of Nephythys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abueva cinema collections presents... Primetime Bida! [Statman &amp;amp; Sagutin ang Tanong ni Statistica]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wilwayco: Staticman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;2nd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;II-Hechanova presents... Whimsical: Midsummer Madness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;II-Feleo presents... Death Note: You can NEVER cheat death&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Congratulations to all Nephythys! Success! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-6499319306220219315?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/6499319306220219315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=6499319306220219315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6499319306220219315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6499319306220219315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/01/wee_19.html' title='Statistics in Action'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4840882114439870620</id><published>2008-01-18T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:32:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>Finally, Exam is finished. Too many failed subject T_T But I'm confident that I won't be UP. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Subjects that I'll surely fail in exam: STAT, TW, MAPEH, MATH&lt;br /&gt;2. I got a high grade in TLE. :]&lt;br /&gt;3. I had a cold so I keep on sneezing during the exam.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was scolded by my hatest teacher.&lt;br /&gt;5. Too much drama scenes in Abueva. =.=&lt;br /&gt;6. I did not attend practice.&lt;br /&gt;7. I finally collected the 7 evolutions of Eevee and its basic in Pokemon Diamond Version! :]&lt;br /&gt;8. I watched Pokemon movies 7 - 10.&lt;br /&gt;9. My favorite PC was reformatted T_T&lt;br /&gt;10. A friend shared some of his secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-4840882114439870620?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4840882114439870620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4840882114439870620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4840882114439870620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4840882114439870620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/01/ya.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8986893797002851237</id><published>2008-01-15T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:32:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Like me or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        Tomorrow is our exam. I don't want to study at home. Why? I'll answer: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School is made for studying, isn't it? So, why study at home if there is a school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care of what will you think about me. That's my motto since then and no one  can change it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-8986893797002851237?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8986893797002851237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8986893797002851237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8986893797002851237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8986893797002851237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/01/aaa.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8810705286679192466</id><published>2008-01-12T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:32:20.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-=ignored=-</title><content type='html'>I feel abandoned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-8810705286679192466?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8810705286679192466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8810705286679192466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8810705286679192466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8810705286679192466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/01/we_12.html' title='-=ignored=-'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-9222490520787203543</id><published>2008-01-08T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:26:34.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay</title><content type='html'>Exam is getting closer and closer. I don't feel that around 2 months more, the school year, the 2nd year, will end. I won't forget this school year. Lots of secrets unveiled. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-9222490520787203543?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/9222490520787203543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=9222490520787203543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/9222490520787203543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/9222490520787203543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/01/wee.html' title='Ay'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-6964077453939617184</id><published>2008-01-04T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:32:11.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess x(</title><content type='html'>At exactly 9:16 am, I went out to go to the canteen for snack. I have no idea that the teacher of my most hated subject will enter our classroom. And when I went back, she scolded me: "Saan ka galing? Recess na ba?" I answered, "Sa canteen po.." But the second question, I have not given a chance to answer "Opo" because my classmates reacted: "Wui!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed off, a slight. I scratched my head instead, and said," Baku man lang ako ma'am, pati sina Marion". "Ay nandamay pa", she replied, "Bad". Ugh! I wish I could tell her that she's very wrong; it wasn't her period, its recess, so there's nothing wrong to what have I done. What makes me feel disappoint is when she asked me, if it was already recess. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YES, IT WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I respected you to the best I could give. You did not do the same to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4323197893519836792-6964077453939617184?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/6964077453939617184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=6964077453939617184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6964077453939617184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/6964077453939617184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2008/01/we.html' title='Recess x('/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8976997821873204757</id><published>2007-12-24T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:31:41.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VIJU2EVlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/H4lQwz68hOQ/s1600-h/PC050353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VIJU2EVlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/H4lQwz68hOQ/s200/PC050353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167115472529020498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pictures taken in our X-mas party... I'm too lazy to put them all, so I choose the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VJE02EVmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QqFfRIojNzQ/s1600-h/PC050357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VJE02EVmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QqFfRIojNzQ/s200/PC050357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167116494731236962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gifts,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VOfE2EVpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5dbLZ-l5Ywk/s1600-h/PC050319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VOfE2EVpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5dbLZ-l5Ywk/s200/PC050319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167122443260941970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VOfE2EVpI/AAAAAAAAABA/5dbLZ-l5Ywk/s1600-h/PC050319.JPG"&gt; Decors,...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VM8U2EVoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pLiccb_ccW0/s1600-h/PC050306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VM8U2EVoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pLiccb_ccW0/s200/PC050306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167120746748860034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VM8U2EVoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pLiccb_ccW0/s1600-h/PC050306.JPG"&gt;...and of course, food.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VLwU2EVnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwHPIuSyHss/s1600-h/PC050358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VLwU2EVnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwHPIuSyHss/s200/PC050358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167119441078802034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rry Christmas to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4323197893519836792-8976997821873204757?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8976997821873204757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8976997821873204757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8976997821873204757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8976997821873204757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2007/12/yaaa.html' title='Merry Xmas!'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VIJU2EVlI/AAAAAAAAAAg/H4lQwz68hOQ/s72-c/PC050353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-2614927728188513642</id><published>2007-12-14T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:31:45.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a favor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do you always make me feel that...`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R2Iu1tYRiAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q7H8RxKhZQU/s1600-h/dark.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R2Iu1tYRiAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q7H8RxKhZQU/s320/dark.gif.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143725224659879938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Siisay may ballpen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I asked, few minutes before our Biology period starts. No one heard, nor cared. In my mind, I asked: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;when my rival asks for a ballpen, why do they grant him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; At that time, I'm not the only one who doesn't have a pen. She is also looking for one, but she had borrowed a pencil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    I asked each of them. They answered: "Mau." and some answered, "Habu ko daw!" Then again, Iin my mind I thought: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanu pagkamu naghahagad favor, tigtatanggap ko, dae nagduduwa-duwa... tapos pag-kamu dyan hagadan favor, dae man lang maasahan... Dae man sa paghagad ning kapalit kundi pagtanaw man daw ning utang na loob.&lt;/span&gt;" They guy in front of me said, "Yan kaya, nagkaklase maung ballpen.." I passed the word to the other one who doesn't have a pen. She did not listen. And the guy replied, "Baku ka man sinasabihan ko, si Kevin lang." That made me disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Everybody had gone downstairs going to the Physics Lab. I was left alone, looking for a pen in my locker and bag, if I had kept one. I stopped searching, because the lecture already starts. Then I asked Arysa if she can lend me her extra ballpen, and she answered,"Dae pwede.. gagamitun ko kaya, baka mawaran tinta ining saro kung ballpen.." "Sige, salamat na lang.. hehe", I replied. Then I saw Joyce's pencil and ask her if she can lend it to me, and then she said, " Dae kaya nagdadara ballpen." With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frown and face of madness&lt;/span&gt;, she gave the pencil to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;`I dont belong?"&lt;/span&gt;&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/4323197893519836792-2614927728188513642?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/2614927728188513642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=2614927728188513642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2614927728188513642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/2614927728188513642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-favor.html' title='Just a favor..'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R2Iu1tYRiAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q7H8RxKhZQU/s72-c/dark.gif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8846141847678562328</id><published>2007-12-13T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:31:49.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You don't belong."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VQtk2EVqI/AAAAAAAAABI/A-lLGfNWias/s1600-h/PC050314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VQtk2EVqI/AAAAAAAAABI/A-lLGfNWias/s200/PC050314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167124891392300706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is nativity-making contest. I entered the room full of manila papers, newspapers and straws, which will be used for making the nativity. I thought this activity would be fun, but it was not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each of us is assigned to do tasks, and I was assign to cut manila papers into strips. While working, I was thinking of what the 1st girl in our line said: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't belong&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why? When they play pranks on me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why do I just let them&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why? When they tease me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why do I just let them&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why? When they hurt me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why do I just let them&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why? When they get mad at me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; why do I feel guilty so much&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why? When they ask favor, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why do I give my best to grant these favors&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when I play pranks with them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do they react so much&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when I tease them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do they revenge more than I did&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when I hurt them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do they get mad at me more than I did&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when I get mad at them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do they not care&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when I ask favor, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do they ignore it&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHY DO I NOT BELONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only word I want to hear right now is &lt;u style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4323197893519836792-8846141847678562328?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8846141847678562328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8846141847678562328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8846141847678562328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8846141847678562328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2007/12/wa.html' title='&quot;You don&apos;t belong.&quot;'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/R7VQtk2EVqI/AAAAAAAAABI/A-lLGfNWias/s72-c/PC050314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-5801439463480483091</id><published>2007-12-12T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:31:51.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u305/moveon1910/Happy_birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 147px;" src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u305/moveon1910/Happy_birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yay,, today is Julius' Birthday. I didnt greet him at first, because he didnt greet me too in my last birthday =.= But he joined us walking home :]&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/4323197893519836792-5801439463480483091?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/5801439463480483091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=5801439463480483091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5801439463480483091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5801439463480483091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday, :]'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-5626806019145752559</id><published>2007-12-12T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:31:23.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nu na yan!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"nu na yan! dae naglilinig ning tungod!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These is what I usually hear when I sit in my green steel chair, from the people in front, behind and beside me. But I don't listen to them. As if they are too good, acting like they don't place dirts under my chair. Acting like they don't throw their junk food wrappers in MY locker. Acting like they don't ask me to throw their own dirts. Acting like they are soooo clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before our English period ended, Ma'am Linsoco told us to clean because she said that some visitors will be checking our room after class dismissal. Then hairs, pieces of papers, and candy wrappers are under my chair which are not mine. The guy infront of me was very mad, saying "Nu na yan! ati ati na kan tungod mo, dai naglilinig! maglinig ka man daw! pati lugod ako nadadamay.." I ignored him. "Kaya ngani.. makasuyaun kataid", my seatmate said. Maglinig ka daw.. minsan ngani ako na naglilinig kayan tungod mo.. ", said the gay behind me. Then his.. her.. or his or her seatmate said, "Kaya ngani!!." I didn't speak a word. I was silent for a minute. Then I stand and get cleaning tools in the broom box. When I come back, the gay's seatmate swept all the trashes from his place to mine. I was very pissed off at that time. Then I said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eu na. MALINIG NA AKO KAN MGA ATI KO. IYAN NGANI OH, MAY PANGARAN PA. SAKO BAGA YAN..&lt;/span&gt; (the name in the paper is Malou Onsay.) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My seatmate argued. "Maglinig ka na daw, ati ati na." Then I started scrubbing the floor. The gay said, "Ini man daw., tungod nya lang nililinigan.. pag kami man ngani naglilinig dyan.." "Kaya ngani!", the gay's seatmate seconded. I was pissed off. I stopped scrubbing. In my mind, I said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akala ko tungod mo linig mo. Akala ko gusto nindo ako maglinig kan mga ati sa tungod ko. Akala ko habo nindo ako kataid na. Akala ko...&lt;/span&gt;" I pushed the gay's chair and said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANO, GUSTO MO LINIGAN KO TUNGOD MO? IKA, GUSTO MO MAN? IKA? EU MAN?" &lt;/span&gt;I tried not to cry. But I cant. I scrubbed and scrubbed the floor, until I feel the pain. Until the English Period ended, I calmed down, ignoring the three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;, no one&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wrong&lt;/span&gt;, no one&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; forgets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4323197893519836792-5626806019145752559?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/5626806019145752559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=5626806019145752559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5626806019145752559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/5626806019145752559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2007/12/nu-na-yan.html' title='&quot;Nu na yan!&quot;'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-8901762963532409486</id><published>2007-12-11T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:31:18.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so UNFAIR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Bakit ako na lang lagi ang nagpaparaya? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; tell me, I feel that they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's nothing wrong with me. It just happened that my seatmate &amp;amp; her friend know it before you or me, because they're actually the one who had talked about it. It was accidentally heard from them by the guy, whom you heard it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to know what it is.. because your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; telling it. I thought to tell my seatmate about it, coz' i think she could help. I just said that: You said that they are talking about her, then my seatmate suddenly replied, "Ahh,.. I think it was about last Friday." Then I asked what about it. Then she told me the complete story of what had happened. And when my seatmate found out that it was told by the other guys, she told her friend. Then her friend approached the guy,  "Why did you told it to them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know if you know how did she know what I know and they know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Life is so unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...jrob&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/4323197893519836792-8901762963532409486?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/8901762963532409486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=8901762963532409486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8901762963532409486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/8901762963532409486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2007/12/boring.html' title='Life is so UNFAIR...'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4323197893519836792.post-4028123471441951527</id><published>2007-12-10T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:31:29.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Intro~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I decided to make this blog for a simple reason - to express my feelings and relieve doubt in an online way. I was inspired to do this since I always talk to my friends through YIM to share some happy and embarrassing moments, and misunderstandings between friends. Another is when I found my 'rival' in school and his companion. I choose to have a rival to have a goal - to compete with him in all things. Honestly, I was just insecure. But not all the time. He's a friend but I treat him rival secretly at the same time. So, here I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Welcome to Kevz's Blog~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4323197893519836792-4028123471441951527?l=kevzo8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/feeds/4028123471441951527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4323197893519836792&amp;postID=4028123471441951527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4028123471441951527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4323197893519836792/posts/default/4028123471441951527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevzo8.blogspot.com/2007/12/ei.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Kevzo8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09396294185792426041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_srIWflYFwnA/S9AIRGmFJYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BQ2qf0n7Slg/S220/Kevin.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
