<?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-1826765022855859335</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:03:06.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A World Of Lies...</title><subtitle type='html'>basically this is just one of those blogs where one tends to blab about how the world is cruel, unfair and annoying.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-9099266288165917283</id><published>2009-03-27T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:43:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn HYPOCRITES</title><content type='html'>what the hell is wrong with the people around me? it's like everything i tell them is wrong even when its right. she doesn't have the right to tell me what to do and how to act. she doesn't even know how i act! when i want to smile. when i wat cry or when i want to just kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh ano ngayon kung lagi ako galit??? did you ever think that just being next to you makes my blood boil? how the hell am i gonna be happy when you keep ranting and biting my neck all the time? since you think you know all the answers go ahead and tell me how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you do something wrong its like all hell will break loose. but when she makes a mistake, even if its a really big mistake, its like nothing happened at all and she'll still blame me for it even if she was the stupid one who did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she keeps on saying she's such a great person how much she's changed. but in fact nothing happened at all. she didn't change.  she's so freaking boastful. she thinks she's so great for being like this and like that even thiugh she's not. it's so annoying. especially when she picks everyone but herself. GRRRR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she even said that she only guides my life and its my choice. blah blah BLAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;are you crazy???? you're controlling my effing life and i hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it... i can't wait to have my own life. and leave all of you. i can finally be myself with no restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't accept who i am then why bother at all???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-9099266288165917283?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/9099266288165917283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=9099266288165917283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/9099266288165917283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/9099266288165917283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-hypocrites.html' title='Damn HYPOCRITES'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-12091252424792597</id><published>2009-02-15T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:23:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>Valentines day just passed...another year of watching hopelessly in love couples walk by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I bitter? Maybe I am...Maybe I'm not. But who cares? Maybe it's because of plans that were never committed to, promises that were made and then broken, hearts that were restored only to be shattered again. So yes, I AM BITTER. I am fully aware that every word i type here is dripping with bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...love..love...that's what everybody keeps saying. Love is in the air, can't you feel it? Can't you see those little hearts floating everywhere? Well what i can see is me popping every single one of them. I'm not sure if they even know what it really means...I'm not even sure if anyone knows it at all. But what I'm sure of is that there is one person who clearly does not know the meaning of that word. That person doesn't even know when to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that mostly everyone can relate to this: YOU CANNOT LOVE TWO PEOPLE AT THE SAME TIME. Of course I'm talking about romantic love here...loving both your parents, friends, or whatever doesn't count. Unless it is incest, which i hope isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get how somebody can tell you they love you when they also admit to loving another. Then that isn't love...it's more of "LIKING THAT PERSON OR PERSONS" and sometimes even "LUST"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay seriously, i don't even know why I'm writing this blog. maybe i just want to release these thoughts I've kept hidden for a while now....I can here the voices around me say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter.bitter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-12091252424792597?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/12091252424792597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=12091252424792597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/12091252424792597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/12091252424792597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-word.html' title='The L Word'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-5865516268670147120</id><published>2008-12-08T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:33:01.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS</title><content type='html'>i just find it so pathetic that you'd google yourself everyday or even have the audacity to google my name. are you that desperate?! are you just so full of yourself?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well since you want to read my blog...go ahead. read it. I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think that will threaten me, that it would make me a coward and that i would back down on a fight? well then, NEWSFLASH, i don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can read my blog all you want. you can read everything i write about you. read every single word that i write just for you. i just hope that your brain can register that they're meant for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you and that's that...it will never change...hate...despise...loathe...&lt;br /&gt;those words are perfect for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-5865516268670147120?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5865516268670147120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-5172560105209250102</id><published>2008-11-28T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:12:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss those days...</title><content type='html'>a poem i wrote...out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;am i really that pathetic to have written this?&lt;br /&gt;or am i just a terribly and utterly sad, depressed girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss those days when we were fine,&lt;br /&gt;When I was yours and you were mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days you held me tight,&lt;br /&gt;You kept me close all through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days you wiped my tears,&lt;br /&gt;You drove away all my doubts and fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days you whispered my name,&lt;br /&gt;And I was reassured you felt the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days I’ve been with you,&lt;br /&gt;I miss your voice, your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss, warmth and love&lt;br /&gt;Those ideal moments I thought were true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again what I miss the most,&lt;br /&gt;Is you, yourself, and nothing else comes close…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days we spent together,&lt;br /&gt;When you used to promise me,&lt;br /&gt;It would last forever…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-5172560105209250102?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5172560105209250102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=5172560105209250102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/5172560105209250102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/5172560105209250102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-those-days.html' title='I miss those days...'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-1496270668420881071</id><published>2008-11-17T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:45:02.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I Can Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write, for example,'The night is shattered&lt;br /&gt;and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.&lt;br /&gt;How could one not have loved her great still eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.&lt;br /&gt;And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;br /&gt;The night is shattered and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.&lt;br /&gt;My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sight searches for her as though to go to her.&lt;br /&gt;My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;br /&gt;We, of that time, are no longer the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.&lt;br /&gt;Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. &lt;br /&gt;Love is so short, forgetting is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer&lt;br /&gt;and these the last verses that I write for her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically everyone wrote a blog about this...it's funny isn't it? it's amazing how simple words can leave a great impact on us. probably...everyone who had their heart broken can relate to this. it's sad thing...love...you just don't know what to do with or without it. truly, it's complicated. no person could ever find the right words to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so peculiar that a simple i love you can make your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's even more peculiar is that by simply adding one more word, it can completely destroy you. all that's left is pain...cold, ruthless, shattering pain... at times you think you can no longer survive. you reminisce the wonderful memories you had and all the more you feel the pain stabbing at your heart...breaking it into a million pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...such a fickle thing...it's amzaing how it affects us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-1496270668420881071?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1496270668420881071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=1496270668420881071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/1496270668420881071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/1496270668420881071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight-i-can-write.html' title='Tonight I Can Write'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-3500075491580497695</id><published>2008-11-15T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:56:41.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immobilized...</title><content type='html'>last nov. 13 a freak accident occured...ok now i'm sounding like a reporter..anyway&lt;br /&gt;i twisted my knee again and moved my kneecap out of place..yipee!!! hooray for me...&lt;br /&gt;can my life get any worse???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my clumsy self...first things first...it wasn't because of over excitement...(don't believe what other people tell you...especially when they are such...nevermind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have a lot of things to cross of my list...intrams...outbound...and much more..hopefully not the upcoming retreat...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after three weeks i'll have this stupid immobilizer removed and if i can walk properly without pain i'm fine...and if not...say hello to the MRI. if they find a tear in any of my ligaments...well hello operating room as well and bye bye to everything i was planning to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-3500075491580497695?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3500075491580497695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=3500075491580497695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3500075491580497695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3500075491580497695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/11/immobilized.html' title='Immobilized...'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-2178901903834588680</id><published>2008-10-19T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:28:31.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i wanna do is stand close to you...</title><content type='html'>i'm sad...utterly and undeniably depressed&lt;br /&gt;i must admitt...this was the shortest time i could handle it...&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to miss someone who doesn't miss you back&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts to love someone who doesn't love you back...&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know why i keep on holding on to the impossible&lt;br /&gt;when i know that i'd only end up hurt and confused&lt;br /&gt;i let go of the others for this&lt;br /&gt;but how am i supposed to let go of this one&lt;br /&gt;when this made me forget about it all&lt;br /&gt;how do you forget someone who made you forget about everything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been through this a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;how come i can't move on through this one?&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep looking back with hope in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;when i know that it's never gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;every word, song, expression cuts me deep&lt;br /&gt;but i still hold on to it as if the pain is nothing&lt;br /&gt;even if i'm already bleeding i still hold on to it&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather get hurt while it's with me than lose it and get hurt twice as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can call me stupid but i don't care&lt;br /&gt;you can call me blind i don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging on by thread...i just can't seem to let go&lt;br /&gt;even though i know i won't get anything back&lt;br /&gt;here i am...still waiting&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm waiting for nothing...&lt;div 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you...'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-7647087166431864978</id><published>2008-10-01T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:58:55.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i tried...i really did</title><content type='html'>it's been only 3 days since the last time...but i really can't handle it. i always get these emotional breakdowns. i don't care if everyone reads this now...i just need to let it out. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to forget...i really did...but it just too hard. i can't erase those damn memories. it seems that everytime i try to forget the memories just flood back to me. i just can't take it anymore. but i can't do anything at all...nothing...except cry...cry...CRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is cry until my tears run dry. but even if they do...the pain is still there. it will never go away. and it seems that nothing can take it away. nothing at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? why is this happening? all because of one thing...one stupid and crazy thing that shouldn't have started in the first place...damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-7647087166431864978?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7647087166431864978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=7647087166431864978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>it was an unexpected phone call. I was seriously expecting it to be "him" but when i picked up the phone it was none other that Lolah D. At first I was scared. i didn't know what she wanted to talk about. Then I figured maybe it was when she saw me crying this morning. It turns out I was right. She asked me what happened and I told her it had something to do with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really touched when she started to give me advice. she seemed so interested. she even talked about her grandchildren. I never expected that having a heart-to-heart with mrs. dacutan would actually be interesting...and it was on the phone! I now have newly found phonepal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-8215339273042954931?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8215339273042954931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=8215339273042954931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/8215339273042954931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/8215339273042954931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/09/lolah-d-just-called-me.html' title='Lolah D Just called me...'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-1574975603173834174</id><published>2008-09-26T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:58:52.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIGHTY BOND AFTERMATH</title><content type='html'>Ok... After I read aira's blog in multi (you guys better read it) i felt like writing this. It's really annoying when people keep on pissing you off. It just is! It's irritating and I hate the fact that they are simply just malicious lies created by everyone's stupid imagination! When will this madness end?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this words right now and I hope I will never have to reeat this. I AM NOT IN LOVE, OR WAS IN LOVE WITH AIRA PALMA. I AM NOT, WAS OR EVEN WILL BE BISEXUAL. I'M STRAIGHT AND THAT'S THAT! Do you guys get the picture?! Or maybe I have to spell it out for you guys? Trust me, it won't be nice...you haven't seen me angry yet. When i have tantrums, that's just a glimpse of it but i tell you, YOU HAVEN'T seen me angry yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already saw me cry yesterday. And i hate crying about nonsense things but you already made me feel so infuriated! It's just irritating. How would you feel if others did that to you? Sure it may be a joke to you guys, but to us, it isn't. It's not nice. You don't know how awkward it feels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank those few people who actually care about how we feel and know when to stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to aira...i'm sorry for this nonsense stuff and i wish they would finally end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-1574975603173834174?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1574975603173834174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=1574975603173834174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/1574975603173834174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/1574975603173834174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/09/mighty-bond-aftermath.html' title='MIGHTY BOND AFTERMATH'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-7899291660375829696</id><published>2008-09-07T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:07:36.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it was great...i had two celebrations. one was on Sept. 1 with Janine and May at ice cream house. the food was great. it was perfect...especially their floats...it's heaven! i can't wait to go back there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second one was last Sept. 6 with Ana, Aira, Raz, Tanya and Steph. we had so much fun. we ate at Bubba Gump. I practically force fed everyone to finish the food. hahaha...raz said i had food enough for the army. hahaha. We ate so much shrimp...hahaha...we all said we weren't having shrimp for a year...TRAUMATIZED BY THE SHRIMP...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aira had to go home early...but it was okay since she did come after all...(thanks!) so we met up with steph and tried on gowns at landmark for the mythology thing...we saw this guy (gay?) with an enormous hat! it was so freakin big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SMOLOtIniJI/AAAAAAAAABk/94ukC1I0QrQ/s1600-h/DSCN2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243187475939559570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SMOLOtIniJI/AAAAAAAAABk/94ukC1I0QrQ/s320/DSCN2878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway...then we went to DQ...raz and i have new names...you may call us, REZ and YABBI...stupid cashier...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;the tanya followed...she finished my ice cream...hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun...although a lot weren't able to come, it was still a super fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-7899291660375829696?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7899291660375829696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=7899291660375829696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/7899291660375829696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/7899291660375829696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SMOLOtIniJI/AAAAAAAAABk/94ukC1I0QrQ/s72-c/DSCN2878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-107859930836039478</id><published>2008-08-28T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:13:34.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology and a Surprise</title><content type='html'>so today we found out who would be our charcaters for the dramatic monologue. I got Eris, the goddess of discord. I was so happy. i wanted that character so much. Thanks to bes...for exchanging with me...i was supposed to be the furies...but i like eris so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was the one who started the trojan war...all because of the golden apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...aves surpised me today while i was monitoring the staircase. she gave me a box of milk tea for my birthday (although she was 4 days ahead)...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much aves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-107859930836039478?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/107859930836039478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=107859930836039478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/107859930836039478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/107859930836039478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/08/mythology-and-surprise.html' title='Mythology and a Surprise'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-3254723914143199564</id><published>2008-08-09T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:18:40.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>END OF THE FIRST QUARTER OF HELL</title><content type='html'>finally exams are over...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; free at last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that just means another quarter is about to start...so another cycle of hell is coming our way&lt;br /&gt;ugh...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after exams i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;macy's&lt;/span&gt; house to finish our media arts project. it turned out good. although there were a little bit of flaws but it still came out good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; proud of our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;macy's&lt;/span&gt; friends. and for the first time i finally have a friend from claret (i know...) and i met his cousin from the states. finally, someone i can relate to. a fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-am...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.... we were conversing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; and he was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; cause he had this sort of dry sarcasm. i had a pretty good time at their place. they were really friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...here's the freaky part of my story. i left their place at about 6:15 and we waited for a taxi until 7 when i finally got one. and the driver was really creepy. first he asked what school i was from. of course he guessed it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stc&lt;/span&gt;. then he asked what year i was in. i lied and said i was in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year (good thing he didn't see my patch). then he asked how old i was and i said i was 14....god the lies kept on going. he really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; me out when he asked if i had a boyfriend. i said no. then he told me about some of his passengers. (some were of the same sex) who practically swapped saliva with each other in the back seat. god....weird much. and then he said that he interviewed some of his passengers from various schools and he found out they weren't virgins anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why he told me that...it was seriously freaky. and what annoyed me most was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt;. we were stuck there for an hour. he was nice enough though to let me pay half of the fare and just ride a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jeepney&lt;/span&gt; the rest of the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a really freaky day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-3254723914143199564?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3254723914143199564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=3254723914143199564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3254723914143199564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3254723914143199564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-first-quarter-of-hell.html' title='END OF THE FIRST QUARTER OF HELL'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-3310508625340269171</id><published>2008-08-04T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:41:43.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPCAT aftermath and MONDAY blues</title><content type='html'>so my freakin UPCAT sched was last sunday 6:30 in the morning. i woke up at about 3:30 and left here at around 4:30. So i kind of told my uncle we'd ther at about 5 and it's too early. i sat alone on the benches for about 45 minutes. i was so relieved when they let us enter the building early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the exams started...god i can still feel the pressure. it was actually easy except for the math. they were all figure. ugh...the time wasn't enough. i think i won't pass....grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and their questions...in an alternate world + is -....what the hell??? i really threw up after the test. my head was completely spinning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at school today, it was everyone's topic. hahahaha...we all had funny experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was such a drag...we we're all scolded at by the principal and not to mention practically all our teachers. what's up with us? is our batch that irresponsible???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention...Sir Zaraspe just keeps on annoying whenever he gets the chance to---that means EVERYDAY!!! every freakin day. at least there are times i have something against him....hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHATACKS!!! hahahaha so gay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't believe that i'm an OS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir: calma, magaling ka ba sa math?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: ewan ko po...kayo...bahala kayo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir: oh ano, sasama ka ba sa bayumbong? (smirks with an evil glare)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: sige sir basta kayo and ililibing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir: (evil laugh) ano ba grade mo sa socsci last year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: di ko po alam kung line of 9 or nag 89 ako&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir: ows? hindi ba line of 7?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ha? grabe kayo ah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aves: sir, OS kaya yan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: oo nga sir...OS ako...CONSISTENT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir: OS ka ba??? (he then asks others) sino ba adviser niyo last year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: OS ako...tanunging niyo pa si Ms. Blanco or si Ms. Gino pati na rin si Ms. Rodeo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir: ows...(leaves while laughing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god he makes my skin crawl everytime....grr...annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHATACKS!!! hahahaha....it still makes me laugh....so gay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-3310508625340269171?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3310508625340269171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=3310508625340269171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3310508625340269171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3310508625340269171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/08/upcat-aftermath-and-monday-blues.html' title='UPCAT aftermath and MONDAY blues'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-1321166912243726300</id><published>2008-07-14T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:49:56.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things Girls Want Guys To Know</title><content type='html'>I just felt like posting this. probably cause i never got the chance to experience this yet...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't freakin' tell us when you think other girls are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever possible during our favorite show, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you don't act like soap-opera guys, then don't excpect us to dress like Victoria Secret models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mark anniversaries on a calendar. That's a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There is NO such thing as TOO MUCH spooning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We think about you all the time. And I mean ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This is how we see it... you don't call = you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which also means that if we don't call, take the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We like you to be a little jealous, but overly-possessive is not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Being able to make us laugh is so much more important than how much you can bench press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Return the favor...we massage, you massage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Show us your romantic side every once in a while, we love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We're allowed to be late...you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Eye contact is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't take longer to get ready than we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Laugh at our jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Three words...honesty, honesty, honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Girls can be groupies, guy groupies are stalkers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell us we're gorgeous or beautiful instead of hot or sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do not start with us...you will not win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you like it if a guy treated your sister that way? ...Didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you ask nicely, we usually answer the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. We will never have enough clothes or shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. We have an excuse to act bitchy, at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Open the door for us no matter where we are... even at our house or getting into a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. We LOVE surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. We like to be kissed softly, not with an iron tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Pay attention to the little things we do, because they mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Boxers and maybe boxer briefs but.....NEVER whitey-tighties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Clean your room before we come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Always brush your teeth before you see us...a clean mouth and white teeth are a necessity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Love u, love you, luv u and love ya are totally different than I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Even though you are sometimes insensitive and hurt us, we still love you with everything we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Don't ask us to do things that we aren't ready for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't act jerkish and ignore us around your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Sometimes NO! really means NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. "Wife Beaters" are not always an adequate form of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do not bring up an ex-girlfriend, unless we ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Sensitive guys are great, but crying more than we do in a movie just isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Don't let ex-girlfriends cause drama, relationships are stressful enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. It takes a special kind of stupid to forget birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys who are good cuddlers = guys who know how to satisfy a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. "Fat Chicks" have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Silent treatment, shoulder shrugs, tears, yelling and nasty looks from us all add up to... YOU DID SOMETHING WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. The excuse "I can't dance" is unacceptable...we'll appreciate the simple fact that you're trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Just because a girl doesn't pick up on the first ring, doesn't mean she's not waiting by the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You don't have to spend a lot if it means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Don't say you love me if you don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do not lie to us...we will catch you, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. When the girls get together, we talk about everything...meaning my best friend knows everything about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn...i'm being so dramatic right now...great...just great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-1321166912243726300?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1321166912243726300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=1321166912243726300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/1321166912243726300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/1321166912243726300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/07/50-things-girls-want-guys-to-know.html' title='50 Things Girls Want Guys To Know'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-9129608708778942154</id><published>2008-07-11T18:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:02:15.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names...</title><content type='html'>so min and i had nothing to do during religion. we were making up slogans for our names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIN: I'm Not MEAN. You're just a SISSY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: You mess with CALMA, you mess with KARMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had the tagalog ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIN: Ako'y salbahe, Carmina Buenviaje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Walang kokontra kay Gabrielle Calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...so funny...hahaha and then i had some fun with Tanya and Inah (his...) we translated tanya's poem into tagalog. it was so funny. I couldn't forget this line: The warmth of your hand = Ang mainit-init mong kamay...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then joke time with Lolah D...hahaha fishball gags of Karlapot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-9129608708778942154?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/9129608708778942154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=9129608708778942154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/9129608708778942154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/9129608708778942154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/07/names.html' title='Names...'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-5195032538965368755</id><published>2008-07-11T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:42:38.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPCAT SCHED</title><content type='html'>okay so this is my schedule....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 3 = 6:30 am = college of architechture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup....so i haven't found anyone yet who has the same sched as me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it...i guess i'll be away from civilization that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck nlng...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-5195032538965368755?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5195032538965368755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=5195032538965368755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/5195032538965368755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/5195032538965368755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/07/upcat-sched.html' title='UPCAT SCHED'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-4636655973899312687</id><published>2008-07-11T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:22:56.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHYSICS</title><content type='html'>Group 2 eto na ung data:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objectives: (eto ung original pero sabi ni miss dapat daw palitan in your own words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to be able to determine which measuring device is appropriate for the given item.&lt;br /&gt;2. To be strategic in knowing the data especially with the steel ball.&lt;br /&gt;3. to know how to properly use the vernier caliper.&lt;br /&gt;4. to have the determination in performing the experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure: (dapat drawing/flowchart/diagram)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. prepare all the materials and then time when the group started.&lt;br /&gt;2. To get the diameter of the ball, place it between two books and then measure the distance between the two books with a ruler. To get the circumference, wrap the sring around the ball and then measure it with a ruler. (Hint: if you are working on a black or dark surface place a sheet of white paper under it.)&lt;br /&gt;3. To get the length of the cube, measure one edge of the face in cm and then in inches using the ruler. Do this in 3 more trials.&lt;br /&gt;4. to get the mass of the metal strip, weight it using a triple beam balance in the grams scale.&lt;br /&gt;5. Record all observations and the time the group finished on the data sheet provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computations: (pinalitan ung data given so palitan niyo na din ung sa %difference natin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% difference of steel marble:&lt;br /&gt;                  a. diameter = &lt;u&gt;AV-EV&lt;/u&gt; * 100%&lt;br /&gt;                                                AV&lt;br /&gt;                                       = &lt;u&gt;2.53 - 2.7&lt;/u&gt;  * 100%&lt;br /&gt;                                                2.53&lt;br /&gt;                                       = 6.72%&lt;br /&gt;                  b. circumference = &lt;u&gt;AV-EV&lt;/u&gt; * 100%&lt;br /&gt;                                                         AV&lt;br /&gt;                                                = &lt;u&gt;7.948 - 8&lt;/u&gt;  * 100%&lt;br /&gt;                                                        7.948&lt;br /&gt;                                                = 0.65%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analysis: Kayo na gumawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;        Different measuring tools are made for different purposes. It's just the matter of knowing which device is appropriate for a certain object.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-4636655973899312687?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4636655973899312687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=4636655973899312687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/4636655973899312687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/4636655973899312687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/07/physics.html' title='PHYSICS'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-3920407256148398806</id><published>2008-07-01T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:51:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Month Personality...</title><content type='html'>I was like browsing in multiply and i saw this in Macy's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;2. Italize out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bold the ones that best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Underline whatever is sometimes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY:Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY:Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom and rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH:Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL:Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY:Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE:Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST:Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered (HELL YEAH!). Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;strong&gt;Suave and compromising.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Careful, cautious and organized&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Likes to point out people's mistakes.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;Likes to criticize&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Stubborn.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Quiet but able to talk well.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Calm and cool&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Kind and sympathetic.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Must control oneself when criticizing&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Loves sports, leisure and traveling.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hardly shows emotions.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;Tends to bottle up feelings&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER:Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Indecisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER:Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never gives up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER:Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so medyo natawa ako dun...walang july...and to think na july 1 ngayon. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-3920407256148398806?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3920407256148398806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=3920407256148398806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3920407256148398806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3920407256148398806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-month-personality.html' title='Birthday Month Personality...'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-4738420305821958585</id><published>2008-06-30T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:43:50.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughstock...</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure why we had so much fun today even if we were so sleepy. in most of our subjects we were constatntly laughing. even the teachers were like not themselves today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS:&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. RDK: so the MV princess of the stars...dahil nakataub ung ship nahirapan ung mga &lt;em&gt;skydivers&lt;/em&gt; na gawin ung rescue mission dahil mas malakas ung pressure sa ilalaim ng tubig at mahirap bumalik sa surface.&lt;br /&gt;Aves: Skydivers? hala...ano un galing sila sa langit tsaka nag dive pababa? hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Anong skydivers? hahaha nanggaling sa plane bago sila nag dive. kaya pala nahirapan sila bumalik sa surface. nasa sky ung sasakyan nila...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't get it...it was supposed to be scuba divers but Mrs. RDK said skydivers accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we also had laughs in other subjects but this was the most memorable. we also had fun during trigo because of min's sudden outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIGO:&lt;br /&gt;Min: Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hala? ano nangyari sayo? may masakit ba?&lt;br /&gt;Min: (sudden laughter) kinurot ata si George Bush nasaktan ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...so that was really funny. and of course...i'm not forgetting about Aves....&lt;br /&gt;she was blushing madly during trigo...i don't know if she really does have a crush but i just like making fun of her (revenge...hahahaha) she kept on denying that she was blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nats: namumula talaga siya oh...&lt;br /&gt;Aves: hindi kaya&lt;br /&gt;Me: oo kaya...grabe nga eh&lt;br /&gt;Aves: nag cheek tint kaya ako (shows the bottle)&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh bakit pati ilong mo namumula? ano yun nose tint? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Min: weh... nose tint...&lt;br /&gt;Aves: hindi talaga...&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh bakit pati nuo mo. wag mo sabihin pati yan nilagyan mo din.&lt;br /&gt;Min: hindi...nauntog yan eh...kakaisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a pretty fun day although it didn't start out good in the morning. well it's all because of her...FORESIGHT...i don't really care about it. but that's what she keeps on drilling in our minds. Gosh! sometimes...i just get so irritated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-4738420305821958585?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4738420305821958585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=4738420305821958585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/4738420305821958585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/4738420305821958585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/06/laughstock.html' title='Laughstock...'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-4235079995494148436</id><published>2008-06-30T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:22:40.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Signs You're Falling in Love</title><content type='html'>this is just some random thing i saw in the net...just read it...&lt;br /&gt;dunno if you can relate to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN :&lt;br /&gt;you get so jealous when someone comment them saying they are cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN:&lt;br /&gt;You look at their profile constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN:&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still miss them even when it was just two minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN:&lt;br /&gt;You read their Texts and Ims Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN:&lt;br /&gt;You walk really slow when you're with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN:&lt;br /&gt;You feel shy whenever they're around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;When you think about them, your heart beats faster but slower at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN:&lt;br /&gt;You smile when you hear their voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE:&lt;br /&gt;When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;You start listening to slow songs while thinking about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;They're all you think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX:&lt;br /&gt;You get high just from their scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;You would do anything for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE:&lt;br /&gt;You blush when u hear their name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO:&lt;br /&gt;You were so busy thinking about that person, you didnt notice number twelve was missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE:&lt;br /&gt;You just scrolled up to check and you are now silently laughing at yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...i know it's stupid...hahahaha well whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-4235079995494148436?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4235079995494148436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=4235079995494148436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/4235079995494148436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/4235079995494148436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/06/18-signs-youre-falling-in-love.html' title='18 Signs You&apos;re Falling in Love'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-5982044139574191178</id><published>2008-04-30T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:33:00.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nightmare to Remember</title><content type='html'>it's been practically more than a month already since this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. i only felt like writing about it now. it happened (March 22) the night before the fiesta (March 23) at our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barrio&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pampanga&lt;/span&gt;. every year there was what we call "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;terrakan&lt;/span&gt;" or in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tagalog&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sayawan&lt;/span&gt;". i always go there at about 10 pm and of course come home the next day at 3 am. this time thought we left early at about 8 to "watch basketball". actually we didn't go to the court. instead we met with our guy friends along with my guy to have a few drinks at our friend's house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so maybe not a few. we had 2 long-neck bottles of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EMPERADOR&lt;/span&gt; brandy. (damn....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bangungot&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were 3 girls and 2 guys. apparently our other guy friends, along with my cousin, were at the  court watching the game. we didn't bother to wait for them and started with the first bottle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Reng&lt;/span&gt;2 (the first girl) was knocked out with only 2 shots while jet(the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; girl) she was the one giving the shots was knocked out as well after a few shots. so we were only 3 left. before they were knocked out our friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dek&lt;/span&gt; shared his life story. it was so sad, all of us were crying. that's how the 2 girls got drunk. then when we finished the first bottle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dek&lt;/span&gt; asked if i wanted to see a picture of his ex-wife (live-in actually) i said yes so we went upstairs. soon the rest followed including our other guys friends. they also brought another guy along (someone i hated so much) but since we came there to have fun i simply ignored him. we were having the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; bottle, i told the 2 girls to rest and not join anymore since they were so drunk. we were half way through when i felt that i needed to got to the bathroom. so i told my guy that i needed to go and he said to follow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dek&lt;/span&gt;, he'll take me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well when we went down, apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dek's&lt;/span&gt; brother had some visitors. and that's when everything went haywire. one of his visitors was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;boyet&lt;/span&gt;(a relative of mine) he was severely drunk (or maybe even worse). he didn't recognize me and asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dek&lt;/span&gt; to introduce me. of course i knew so i said: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;boyet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;gabbey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nakikilala&lt;/span&gt;?" he just looked at me closely and nodded his head. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;dek&lt;/span&gt; pulled me away and we walked towards the bathroom. he took me to our friend Alfie's house because they're bathroom was occupied. thankfully i wasn't drunk at all (i was surprised though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; everyone else was.) i was only dizzy. he waited for me outside and when i was done, we started to walk back when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;boyet&lt;/span&gt; appeared out of nowhere and started to pull me aggressively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked and didn't know what to do. he kept on yelling that i was drunk and that he's taking me home. but of course i tried to pull away from him because first i wasn't drunk and second i still had to go to the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;terrakan&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;dek&lt;/span&gt; then intervened and said we weren't doing anything wrong and he should just relax. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;boyet&lt;/span&gt; started shouting at him that this wasn't his business and then punched him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they started attacking each other and fell to the ground. i was so scared at the moment and started crying. all of the neighbors came out to see what was happening. some of them knew me (but i didn't know them) and pulled me away from the scene while they tried to stop it. right then, my guy's mother (i didn't know that was her yet) saw me and pulled me away and brought me to her house trying to calm me down. she stayed by my side along with his older sister, while trying to comfort me. i stopped for a while but when my cousin came looking for me i ran to his arms and began crying again (i know...cry baby much...but it was so scary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rest of my guy friends came to my side trying to calm me down. i looked for jet2 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;reng&lt;/span&gt;2 and they said they went back to our place looking for me because they didn't know where i was. then i asked where my guy was. they told me he was at his house crying as well because he didn't know where i was. he thought i was hurt or molested by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;boyet&lt;/span&gt;. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;dek&lt;/span&gt; said he'll take me there to introduce me to my guy's family. i was scared...but i calmed down and followed him. on the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;boyet&lt;/span&gt; approached us along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;dek's&lt;/span&gt; brother and apologized to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived at their house, i met his parents and saw him sitting on the sofa. his knuckles were slightly bleeding. (jet2 later then told me that he punched a door and broke it out of rage.) jet2 came then along with my cousin and i filled her in with the details. i talked to his mother and she told me that everything was gonna be fine and i should just relax. they'll fix things so that i wouldn't get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thankful for that. and after a bit of rest we all proceeded to the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;terrakan&lt;/span&gt;" and i was glad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;reng&lt;/span&gt;2 was there. i thought she went back to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the worse day of my life. i can never forget what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-5982044139574191178?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5982044139574191178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=5982044139574191178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/5982044139574191178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/5982044139574191178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/04/nightmare-to-remember.html' title='A Nightmare to Remember'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-6463885766559092966</id><published>2008-04-09T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:22:37.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GABBEYology</title><content type='html'>TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your wallpaper on yourcomputer?&lt;br /&gt;- some random artwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many televisions you have inyour house?&lt;br /&gt;- 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;- right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever had anything removedfrom your body?&lt;br /&gt;- dunno....a tooth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the last heavy item youlifted?&lt;br /&gt;- a mattress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever been knocked out?&lt;br /&gt;- by a fist...no...but by alcohol...not yet either...matindi toh. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHITOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you wantto know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;- not in a million years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could change your name, whatwould you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;- um...Gweneviere Maison? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What color do you think looks beston you?&lt;br /&gt;- blue and...(although i hate this) pink...mostly pastel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-fooditem?&lt;br /&gt;- umm...don't think so...and not planning to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAREOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you kiss a member of the samesex for $100?&lt;br /&gt;- sure...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your littlefingers to be cut off for $200,000?&lt;br /&gt;- are you freakin' crazy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for$50,000&lt;br /&gt;- sure. un lng pala eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazinefor $250,000?&lt;br /&gt;- excuse me?! i repeat...are you freakin' crazy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you drink an entire bottle ofhot sauce for $1000?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't wanna kill myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you, without fear ofpunishment, take a human life for$1,000,000?&lt;br /&gt;- do i even have to answer this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERDUMBOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is in your left pocket?&lt;br /&gt;- wala ko suot naun1 haha JOKE la pocket eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a goodmovie?&lt;br /&gt;- nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet inyour house?&lt;br /&gt;-sa philippines...none of this... sa states both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many pairs of flip flops do youown?&lt;br /&gt;- umm...where to start? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;- james&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person who called u?&lt;br /&gt;- james&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- tanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Number?&lt;br /&gt;- 25...and 18 (uuy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Season?&lt;br /&gt;- winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Color?&lt;br /&gt;- green, blue, silver, black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;- of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mood?&lt;br /&gt;- troubled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- take you there by sean kingston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Watching?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;- my dad...and james&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- shirt and sweat pants...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOMOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- bathroom...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What can you not wait to do?&lt;br /&gt;- go back to pampanga and see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;- depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;- yes...but sometimes it depends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-6463885766559092966?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6463885766559092966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=6463885766559092966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/6463885766559092966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/6463885766559092966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/04/gabbeyology.html' title='GABBEYology'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-6514231691897852785</id><published>2008-03-07T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:47:06.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams....</title><content type='html'>So today we just finished our achievement test...I barely studied for any of them. hahaha. Well it was easy to gues anyway since most of them had choices. But moving on...exam/last week of school is next week. I'm so excited...especially on the 13th because I found out I'm exempted in the chemistry exam. I was so happy so I started jumping up and down. Now all I'm waiting for is Ms. Calero decision. it would be better if I also got it for english so i won't need to study for those. Plus, I'm going to Janine's house to help her with chem. I made a promise to her at the start of the fourth quarter. I just hope she studies hard. She really needs to study to get a sure passing grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I hate is our exams on monday. RELIGION, ALGEBRA AND SOCSCI. What is this? Torture? Those are the 3 hardest subjects and yet they put it together. That's just great. Do they expect us to pass? Hello, we already had a hard time with the achievement test! We barely achieved anything at all. This is just great. At least for tuesday it's geom and pinoi, that's easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait till the last day of school. Aves and I are planning a countdown. She said we're gonna sing &lt;em&gt;What time is it?&lt;/em&gt; from HSM2. hahahaha. I just don't know if she was joking or dead serious about it. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-6514231691897852785?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6514231691897852785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=6514231691897852785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/6514231691897852785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/6514231691897852785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/03/exams.html' title='Exams....'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-1537920119624252333</id><published>2008-03-04T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:49:44.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughtrip</title><content type='html'>so many things to laugh about for this day. first is our new linggo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geroge = now pronounced as &lt;em&gt;jordz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il Duce = now pronounced as &lt;em&gt;eel doos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decade = now pronounced as &lt;em&gt;dee-keyd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...this all happened during our socsci period. avery and i were talking during lessons, as usual hahaha. sir rehoy was discussing something about vladimir lenin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: isn't there another guy named vladimir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aves: yeah. vladmir putin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: oh yeah! and he's?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aves: the current you know....of russia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: oh yeah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aves: super blue nga nung mga mata nia sa pic eh. nagpopop-out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: oo nga. ang ganda nung mata niya! hot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aves: oo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sir rehoy: diba si vladimir lenin ang nagpairal ng komunismo sa russia (we still ignore him as he continues the lesson and create a discussion of our own)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: si vladimir lenin kaya super hot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aves: eww, hindi kaya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: *stares* that was a joke you know....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aves: oh? (hollers in laughter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then aves moved her chair but was too lazy to stand up and push it. she just like shoved it to the side with her butt still on the chair. it was so noisy because she was bringing down the chair because of her weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: ano ka ba! uusog ka na nga lang ang brutal mo pa. hahaha. masisira ung upuan sayo eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aves: hahaha...(she then shows me her soscsci book with a ripped cover)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: ayan, hindi nga nasira ung upuan napunit mo naman libro mo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aves: yan ang nagbabasa ng cover to cover. hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had another one during english. we were discussing robert frost's poem : the road not taken. she asked us if we had a hard time making decisions. then she gave us random things to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ms. calero: UP or UST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;class: half UP half UST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ms. calero: mcdonald's sundae or jollibee sundae?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;class: mcdo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ms. calero: kapuso or kapamilya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nadine: KAPUSO!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;class: *laughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ms. calero: bandfest or dancepro?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;class: bandpro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ms. calero: lourdes or claret?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;class: *eerie silence* (imagine crickets and then hay suddenly rolling across the room and after a few seconds...everyone laughs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ms. calero: *laughs* that was the exact same reaction of iii4. first they were so noisy and when i gave those two there was this 2 second silence before they all erupted in laughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things happened as well today. like in pe we played volleyball which should've probably called wait for the ball instead. hahaha. we spent like the whole period playing a lousy game. hahaha so that was it. can't remember anything else beside this and the fact that sir dm still annoys the hell out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-1537920119624252333?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1537920119624252333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=1537920119624252333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/1537920119624252333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/1537920119624252333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/03/laughtrip.html' title='Laughtrip'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-8342044815197275836</id><published>2008-02-18T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:06:11.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam 88.3 = Kooky Tuason's show</title><content type='html'>So last Feb. 16, selected students went to UP to attend a seminar ( a boring seminar I might add) The only thing I liked was the last part, Performance Poetry by Kooky Tuason. It was so inspiring. Most of her poems are the same style as mine. So anyway, she asked some volunteers to perform their own poems and I was one of them. She said that she will get the numbers of those who performed and ask them to join her show on Saturday Feb. 23 at Jam 88.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited. It was such an opportunity. She even said that I wrote well...I was so flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out the show will start at 9 pm...and guess where Jam 88.3 is...PASIG CITY! Damn that's far from my house! But I still wanna go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my uncle this night when he arrived from work. Then he gave me a stupid answer: "Asikasuhin mo muna si JP. Diba may exam siya sa sabado..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! What do I care about his stupid son...It's not my fault that he's so freakin stupid and he has to put it all on me. He can't even answer 10-6. And he's already in the second grade. So I told him that it's gonna be during the night and then he made this annoying face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "Wag na! Gabi...kawawa naman si Eddie. Intindihin mo na lng si JP. May pinangakuan na ako sa Sabado eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell with his idiotic, narrow-minded son! He doesn't even desrve my help. After all of the evil things he did to me. I have a life to and yet they force me to devote it all to their stupid son. They just can't face the fact that he is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggh!!!! I hate them. This is a rare opportunity and they don't even congratulate me! If it has something to do with them they do anything just to get it, even if they have to interfere with my own personal life. But if it has something to do with me...oh no...they don't give a damn! They don't even raise me for all the hard work I did to get to this stage! Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know it's one of my dreams to do performance poetry and yet they always crush it. I wanted this so badly. It's so unfair. This is like a once in a liftime experience and they don't even give me the chance to experience it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-8342044815197275836?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8342044815197275836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=8342044815197275836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/8342044815197275836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/8342044815197275836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/02/jam-883-kooky-tuasons-show.html' title='Jam 88.3 = Kooky Tuason&apos;s show'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-1835553399358472380</id><published>2008-02-09T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:27:20.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REUnight '08</title><content type='html'>okay so it's been a while since I last posted on my stupid blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, last night was one of the most tiring nights of my life. Counting the general rehearsal during the morning...I guess it should be days intead of nights. We started rehearsal at about 8:20, always filipino time! We were supposed to be starting at 7:30 then it moved to 8 but it ended up in 8:20. But iwasn't there until 8:40 because I had to take the quiz in pinoi...characters of Maganda Pa ang Daigdig. (hope I passed it) So then I caught up with them and sadly, Vane wasn't able to do the rehearsal because of the quiz as well. So moving on with the rehearsal, the 5 of us (me, flixie, castey, olivia, irma) were really nervous and partly annoyed because Ms. Castro keeps on criticizing our every move...even the bands! What was unfair was that they switiched Quatro Uno with Alagad ni Sisa. No offense to Quatro Uno since they played great, but Alagad ni Sisa was awesome! They deserve to play in the latter part where the crowd would be big. Another annoying switch was between band 205 and Perm't to Leave. Itwasn't because of how they played, it was because they didn't tell us. We had to think on the spot because Flixie was already introducing Perm't to Leave. It was a good thing Olivia made a nice save. And the soundsystem! Damn those stupid microphones! They weren't even functioning properly. We were all so tired when we were through. At least they gave us food and Rush (our official drink for that night) after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on with the bandfest...we arived there at around 4:30 then Flixie, me and Olivia were thinking of an introduction for the TSC and Sir Rehoy and Ms,. Villavert. Castey was on her way...and Irma was nowhere to be found! When Castey arrived, we found out she was gonna be late. We were so busy there and nervous, we didn't no what to do. Luckily, they waited for the gym to fill before they started. Irma arrived just before we started. It was perfectly fine during the beginning. Really great performances...especially the first group: backstage. Who would've thought that ballerina's could take over the dance floor. Also Sir Rehoy and Ms. Villavert's duet. Who knew they could sing like that? Everything went great until our first guest band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a band called Blue Ketchup. I don't even know who they are! When we announced their name to the audience they were dead silent. Obviously they didn't know them either. Anyway because they took too long to set up we had to keep on blabbing on the stage. We were panicking because we didn't know what else to say. Then we found out that they still weren't done so Syncopado was up next. And we were so annoyed because we already said their stupid profile. So we had to make some adlibs and put in Syncopado's profile. Well that went great...after that, Blue Ketchup was finally ready. when they got on stage they still took too long to set-up. So we kept on blabbing, doing shoutouts...and suddenly, while greeting iii3, I lost my voice. Perfect! Just perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Blue Ketchup started playing, I felt like crying because I just lost my voice and that wasn't good because we weren't halfway through yet. I still had a lot to do. Ate Pae even rushed outside to buy me water. Thank God she was there! The water hepled...just a little though. My voice was really croaky. When that band was done I had to go back up to introduce Imago with the others. Imago also got on my nerve because they were supposed to play before Blue Ketchup but they were taking all the time in the world to prepare. So right after I introduced them I rushed out to gargle, hoping my voice would come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I found out from ate Frankie Velante that Irma had a little blooper with Imago and Blue Ketchup. She went down to check if Blue Ketchup was ready. She asked some guy who was fixing the guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irma: "Ready na ba kayo, Blue Ketchup?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy: "Umm...no, we're not ready. Kasi hindi kami Blue Ketchup."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irma: "Ayy...sorry!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irma didn't realize that she was asking Imago and not Blue Ketchup. That was a bit insulting on Imago's part and so embarassing for Irma...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next I had to introduce Siesta, and to my delight, my voice came back! Thank God for Siesta! So the bandfest went on as normal, except for the part where Irma had to leave early so I had to fill in for her. But during the end, Exanimo was already playing. That meant we only had one band left which was No Classes. The other guest bands weren't there yet. We were panicking again because that meant to had to keep on stalling once Exanimo was done. Then we Nikki Bau told us that Sinosikat was there already and were now setting up. So once Exanimo was finished we rushed to the stage and did our adlibs until they were ready. Good for us, they were pretty quick and were on the stage while we were saying their profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still couldn't relax because Typecast wasn't there yet. We were afraid that they wouldn't make it. Kjwan already had to cancel because they said they were arriving late and Mrs. Sacdalan didn't want everyone to go home late. We had to stall again. We interviewed Sinosikat to buy some time. Typecast was almost at the school so we had no choice but to let No Classes play already. Finally Typecast arrived but they needed time to set up. So we tried sending signals to the band to play 2 more songs to buy time.  It didn't work because they couldn't see us. Then castey thought of an idea, she wrote "add 2 more songs" at the back of her cuecard and showed it to them, way over the side of the stage. Luckily, one of them read it and told ate Mayen to add 2 more songs. But we weren't saved yet. Once No Classes was done, Typecast was still getting ready. We had to stall by embarassing ourselves. We did shoutouts, asked the audience redundant questions. We even asked them to sing and even ended up trying to make our co-emcees sing. Good thing Ate Pae was brave enough to sing a few notes. Finally Typecast was ready....they were awesome! Definitely worth the embarassment! Of course, I used my VIP access and took pictures with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the bandfest was over and my feet were killing me! But the great part was we got to eat with Typecast. hahaha....talk about luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I did extremely embarassing things last night. I don't know what's gonna happen on Monday...oh well...better be ready for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-1835553399358472380?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1835553399358472380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=1835553399358472380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/1835553399358472380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/1835553399358472380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/02/reunight-08.html' title='REUnight &apos;08'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-3491824744330601928</id><published>2008-01-05T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:25:29.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddest One Yet...</title><content type='html'>So I just came back from my vacation at Pampanga. I expected it to be fun and exciting like before. It was sort of boring. Even Christmas was boring. Although we had a dance party it was...not as fun as before. Basically everything was boring. The only fun I got out of it was those nights when I got drunk and those mornings when I had hangovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I thought that was gonna happen...until things went a little out of hand. I thought it was over and I thought I completely erased every single feeling I had for him but I guess I thought wrong. I kind of feel stupid writing this is my blog but...it is my blog so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come there are people who come and go in our lives but there some who plan to stay...unintentionally. They just do. And no matter how much you want them to leave they just don't. It's so annoying...but you know deep inside you'd rather have them stay than let them go. How come??? Why can't they just leave so you could live in peace? Why do they say they don't want to hurt you when in fact they are hurting you already by just saying that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never forget that night when I spoke to him. I'd never forget what he said to me. I can't believe I'm falling for him all over again. The thing is...I can't. I shouldn't love him...I don't wanna love him. I guess NeYo and Rihanna's song fits perfectly: &lt;strong&gt;Hate That I Love You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As much as I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As much as I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I cant stand you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Must everything you do make me wanna smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I not like you for awhile? (No....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You wont let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You upset me girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then you kiss my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of a sudden I forgive (that I was upset)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't remember what you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I hate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know exactly what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that I cant stay mad at you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For too long thats wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I hate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know exactly how to touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that I dont want to fuss.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and fight no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Said I despise that i adore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i hate how much i love you boy (yeah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant stand how much I need you (I need you...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy (oooh whoa..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I just cant let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate that I love you so (oooh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You completely know the power that you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only one makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Said its not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How you take advantage of the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I..will be under reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it just aint right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant stand how much I need you (yeah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I just cant let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I hate that I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Both:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of these days maybe your magic wont affect me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And your kiss wont make me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But no one in this world knows me the way you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So you'll probably always have a spell on me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeaahhh... Oohh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As much i love you (as much as I need you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As much as I need you (oooh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As much I love you (oh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As much as I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate that i love you soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate how much i love you boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant stand how much I need ya (cant stand how much I need you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I just cant let you go (but I just cant let you go no..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate that I love you so.. soo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to simply look me in the eye and tell me he didn't love me...but he said the opposite, which made things worse. It's happening all over again. He's in better hands with her than me. I guess I should just step down and forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how much I'm in love with him...this vacation is definitely the saddest one yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get you out of my mind....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-3491824744330601928?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3491824744330601928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=3491824744330601928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3491824744330601928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3491824744330601928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/01/saddest-one-yet.html' title='Saddest One Yet...'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-4498820508164014396</id><published>2007-12-19T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:38:33.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight + New Moon = Exams</title><content type='html'>So our exams started last tuesday. I barely studied...seriously. I spent the whole night reading New Moon...and it was definitely worth it. The book was absolutely great and I finished it yesterday. I remeber last friday when I was reading the first book: Twilight. I started at about ten in the evening and then I just couldn't stop. I was so engrossed that i finsihed the entire thing at about six in the morning. So that Saturday, I spent it sleeping soundly under the covers...what a book that was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Edward...I wish I was Bella. I don't care how dangerous her life was, as long as I'm with Edward. &lt;em&gt;(okay...I'm so obsessed)&lt;/em&gt; He's such a hottie, definitely a gentleman even though he's a vampire. Oh, I wish I had someone like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like the exams and I haven't studied at all. Tomorrow would be the last, geom and pinoi. SO those two are one of the hard ones. Oh well...maybe I should study...but I'm too lazy to. I'm actually downloading the playlist of Twilight and New Moon.&lt;em&gt; (procrastinating much???)&lt;/em&gt; I'm so addicted to the books. And now I'm wishing that Cy wouldn't forget Eclipse tomorrow. I really want to read it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway since I spent my reviewing time for reading those books I supposed I'd answer something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great Schism: 2 ___?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;             answer: 2 vampires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's the emperor of France?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;             answer: Dr. Carlisle Cullen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the Pope located?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;             answer: Forks, Washington&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who came up with the heliocentric theory?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;             answer: Edward Cullen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's the husband of Portia?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;             answer: Jasper Hale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who does Romeo love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;             answer: Bella Swan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so basically that's what went thorugh my mind the past days. Hahaha...it's kind of pathetic. AT LEAST I didn't really write that down on my paper. If I did...now that would be definitely embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should really study now&lt;em&gt;...(yeah like that's gonna happen)&lt;/em&gt; Oh well...good luck to me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen is the hottest vampire ever! &lt;em&gt;(addicted much???)...and so is Carlisle and Jasper....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-4498820508164014396?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4498820508164014396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=4498820508164014396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/4498820508164014396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/4498820508164014396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/twilight-new-moon-exams.html' title='Twilight + New Moon = Exams'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-6100653721842255258</id><published>2007-12-17T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:53:44.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all of my fellow Twilight fans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So these are the creations of the crazy minds of Me, Aves, Tanya, Patbau and Cy. We are like so crazy over Twilight and it's hottie characters. So hope you enjoy them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This for our one true dreamboy...our hottest vampire. Bite me Edward, just bite me. Suck my blood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ode to Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edward Cullen is sexier than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since 1901 because of the Spanish Flu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He dazzles me when he says "I love you..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He drives his silver Volvo over a hundred two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart starts pounding and makes me go to the loo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His kisses are as sweet as the morning dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Definitely my waterloo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes me want to say "I love you too..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems I'm a victim of voodoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A slave, a guardian like Mulan's Mushu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes me smile whenever I'm blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so happy with him in my life anew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He sparkles in the sunlight so get a clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is my sexiest vampire so scram why won't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It makes me wonder if all of this is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking forward for my transformation when it's due&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's so tasty like spicy barbeque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And truly as hot as my mom's chicken stew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is my boo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes me wanna go "ooh..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is for the hottest doctor in the world...I'd rather be sick just to be with him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ode to Carlisle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A charming guy with a dreamy smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting injured makes it worthwhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as he's my doctor and he checks my files&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure to be cured as long as I see him smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care whether you are nearly 400 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether you're a vampire or if your body is cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wish I could be with you, for you to love and to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd give anything for you, only to you my life is sold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stitch my broken heart, Oh doctor will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm jealous of all those nurses who surround you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it last forever I don't want it to be through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I would lose you it would tear my heart into two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;London, London, the bridge is falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save me doctor, don't let me drown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream about you so let us be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I had a choice I'd stay with you forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this is for the dreamiest vampire we have ever met...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ode to Jasper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eyes as smoldering as the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A smile that'll make you run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hair as soft as silk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lips as venomous as a basilisk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can tame a room so rowdy and wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn them into people who are meek and mild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever you feel hurt or angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can easily make you smile and happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll give you drugging kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'll be sure to lose your senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes my knees buckle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With words as sweet as honeysuckle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't focus on the Divine Right Theory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I can imagine him sitting next to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will be probably confiscated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But nothing can stop me from writing these statements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this may sound mean but I just wrote this out of pity....hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ode to Emmett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I define him as hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's not all he's got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With his strength and his charm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gives you a smile that makes you warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His buffed body and chisled abs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes all the girls drool and keep them on tabs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever you're in danger he'll be sure to protect you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll destroy everything that will harm you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh please be more than just a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promise to stay with me till the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that's it guys. Remember to read Stephenie Meyer's book starting with Twilight. I love her work. They are so great!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-6100653721842255258?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6100653721842255258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=6100653721842255258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/6100653721842255258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/6100653721842255258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-all-of-my-fello-twilight-fans.html' title='For all of my fellow Twilight fans...'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-3327795318016958173</id><published>2007-12-13T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:23:46.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas for Matutum</title><content type='html'>Today was our Palihan day. I wouldn't say I was excited because, to tell you honestly, I was bored and sleepy all day but I still didn't let it get in my way...(hey it rhymes!) So at first we had to prepare the things we needed before the kids will arrive. I was assigned in the program committee and we were supposed to make nametags for the kids. I forgot that we needed blue sticker paper but it was a good thing i had some sticker paper with me and we just covered it with blue paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to the covered court to wait for the kids. As soon as they arrived we gave them their name tags and asked them to sit down. I was taking care of this little girl named, Sheila. At first I thought she was quiet because she barely talked. Then after a few minutes she them became so hyperactive. The funny thing about her was that she always sat in a position where everyone could see her underwear. I keep on fixing her uniform but she was just so hyper that it wouldn't cover it properly. And another thing is, she kept on eating the whole time. Then we all sat to listen to the Nativity story, which was read by Mrs. Blanco. And OH MY GOD, it was boring...it bored me to death! She read it so slowly, none of the kids were even listening to her. Call me mean, but she looked stupid out there, everyone clapped when she was done and not because they liked it but because she was finally done...(funny!!!) Anyway while the kids were watching some weird show about friendship the Cooking group members were called. We were in charge of handing out the food...at first they said we should eat first but then they took it back and said we could only eat after. It was so annoying they called us an hour before and we were all in the cafeteria, starving to death! Because of severe hunger, we all started acting crazy. Meryl then started saying some lines from Meteor Garden 2, in Taiwanese. It was so funny especially when she started singing in Taiwanese too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bee 30 minutes already and we haven't eaten yet. Tanya bought some food for take out and when no one was looking we ate the calamares. We all had to hide the food so that no one would see. We looked so funny, it was like we hadn't eaten for days. Then Meryl and Charmaigne went to buy some food. We wondered what took them so long. They came back telling us that they didn't like the food. Well...we sort of believed them but when we were about to serve the food and talked about eating together, they confessed that they already ate. We were all laughing when they said that whenever they saw a 3rd year student or teacher they had to hide under the table next to the gradeschool kids. So after we served the food there were some extras and our hunger overcame us and we decided to eat them. (Hahaha...more food for us) Those were the benefits of being part of the Cooking group...FREE FOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the kids. I was so touched when I found out from Czare that Sheila was looking for me...aww. I never expected that. I sat with her the whole time during the program. We watched the diferent kids from different sectors dance, sing and act. The kids dancing were so cute! hahaha...then when it was time to go home we gave the children their gifts. I helped the kids in boarding the bus and I was surprised when one of their teachers asked me to go with them to help with the kids in going down. I didn't know what to answer so I asked Mrs. Blanco. So I quote her: &lt;em&gt;"Naku...hindi po pwede. Anak ko ho ito eh. Hindi siya pwede sumama."&lt;/em&gt; Okay...weird much. I can't believe she called me her "Anak"...talk about a weird day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-3327795318016958173?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3327795318016958173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=3327795318016958173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3327795318016958173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/3327795318016958173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/early-christmas-for-matutum.html' title='Early Christmas for Matutum'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1826765022855859335.post-5581854457756446127</id><published>2007-12-11T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:28:35.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downright crazy day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So basically I thought my day would turn out great but unfortunately it didn't. First subject of the day was RELIGION: woohoo!!! the best...&lt;strong&gt;NOT!&lt;/strong&gt; We were discussing about the seventh commandment: thou shalt not steal. Okay, it's not like we don't get the point of it but why does this subject have to make it so hard??? but anyway moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went as it would always...(daily routine???) but by lunch break my day became worse. She (don't wanna mention the name) was so annoying, I really wanted to smack her in the head if that's the only way to knock her back into her senses. One thing i hate the most is when you try to talk to someone but they don't want to and then later on they're gonna get mad at you because you weren't concerend about their situation. That's just plain stupid. Hello??? &lt;strong&gt;I WANTED TO FREAKIN TALK TO YOU BUT YOU WOULDN"T LISTEN!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;It's fine if you don't want to. I don't care but just don't come crawling back to me if you need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept on asking if I was alright and of course I said no...duh! I really wanted to starngle someone...anyone! And i have to simply quote Ana's comment: &lt;em&gt;"Oh...sama na naman ng mukha mo...papatay ka na ata ng tao eh."&lt;/em&gt; Very, very true...she understood me perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the rest of the day, I tried my best to control my temper but unfortunately I had these on and off mood swings which annoyed me to hell. And because of it i had a fight with Karla. Don't know if it is real...don't know if it is simply a petty quarrel. The things is I don't care whatever it was because it was simply a stupid fight. &lt;em&gt;Bahala na kung ano mangyari...magbati man o hindi...bahala na.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the cream of crop...what made my day...&lt;strong&gt;HELL!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last class was Religion...again...and then Sir DM started discussing about social justice and whatever. He asked questions which the class either didn't wanto react to or simply didn't know how to react to it. he was fed up and said: &lt;em&gt;"Yan ang ayoko...NR. Bahala na kayo mag-aral. Have a self-study on the rest of the commandments. The rest of the meetings will be alloted for the quizzes."&lt;/em&gt; That was so unfair...everyone had to suffer because of the fault of only few. Then he said that he'll change the way of discussion, we had to ask questions and then he'll answer them. It was so hard to think of questions beause we didn't know what were the most important things we needed to learn for each commandment. so maybe practically half or a third of the class will pass the quizzes and long test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot forget how he ended the day. It was the best. I loved it when he made me cry...(sarcastic much?) He said I barely had a chance of making it as an OS this quarter because of my LQ1. I got an embarassing score of 9 out of 40. What happened was that i misunderstood the directions on the board and only answered one test type. Well, stupid me! So he told me the only chance I had was to ace the LQ2 and get high marks on my periodical test. Then i started to cry...(I know, childish much) I told him that I've been his student since 2nd year and he knows that it is impossible fore me to perfect any test in his subject. He nodded as if he wanted me to cry even more. I asked him...no actually I&lt;em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;begged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; him to give a retest or do anything for extra credit. He said no...well what a great way to lighten my mood. He definitely has a way with words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1826765022855859335-5581854457756446127?l=gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5581854457756446127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1826765022855859335&amp;postID=5581854457756446127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/5581854457756446127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1826765022855859335/posts/default/5581854457756446127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbeyspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/downright-crazy-day.html' title='Downright crazy day...'/><author><name>Gabbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08262169976315358642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IvF2efaaiPw/SZgBOoESb3I/AAAAAAAAADs/Fw3xoIuRbMU/S220/Photo-0067.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
