<?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-17071426</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:10:29.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs of a holy shit..</title><subtitle type='html'>whims.caprices.thoughts.memories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-116877359504817876</id><published>2007-01-14T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:19:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see this</title><content type='html'>Can you name 13 of ur classmates in&lt;br /&gt;college that u can think of right off&lt;br /&gt;the top of your head. Don't read the&lt;br /&gt;questions underneath until you write&lt;br /&gt;the names of all 13 people. This is a&lt;br /&gt;lot funnier if you actually randomly&lt;br /&gt;list the names first. No Cheating!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. drew&lt;br /&gt;2. camile&lt;br /&gt;3. kervi&lt;br /&gt;4. steph&lt;br /&gt;5. kuya pat&lt;br /&gt;6. nikki&lt;br /&gt;7. eunice&lt;br /&gt;8. ethei&lt;br /&gt;9. mondi&lt;br /&gt;10. yela&lt;br /&gt;11. pam&lt;br /&gt;12. justine&lt;br /&gt;13. chez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;-= she's my blockmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met&lt;br /&gt;1?&lt;br /&gt;-= i'LL be REALLY sad. he's my best paL,&lt;br /&gt;that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 dated?&lt;br /&gt;-= cams and nix? nothing. fershur, it'LL&lt;br /&gt;be just a date between friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;-= no.and i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 10 is cute?&lt;br /&gt;-= yea. LaLo na nung umakyat sa Laruan&lt;br /&gt;na pambata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 8?&lt;br /&gt;-= dahiL sa kakambaL niya na friend ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number&lt;br /&gt;12?&lt;br /&gt;-= si justine? i dont think so.. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;-= ni eunice? di ko aLam eh. sorry nis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 5 confessed they&lt;br /&gt;loved you?&lt;br /&gt;-= tatawa! haha! sasayaw na Lang kami ni&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Pat ng Britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact about 9:&lt;br /&gt;-= parang bata. at UPManiLa Choralers yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;-= maLay ko. parang waLa ata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is number 5 to you?&lt;br /&gt;-= my ever kind UPM StreetDance corps&lt;br /&gt;president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 13?&lt;br /&gt;-= maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 single?&lt;br /&gt;-= yea.pero... [hehe! hi cams]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 7 live?&lt;br /&gt;-= moLino, Cavite. tama ba, nis?&lt;br /&gt;nakarating na ako sa kaniLa pero di ko&lt;br /&gt;aLam ang eksaktong address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 3?&lt;br /&gt;-= aynaku. masamang iLagay dito.&lt;br /&gt;naaaLaLa ko yung nangyari nuong&lt;br /&gt;christmas party ng chorale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about number 8?&lt;br /&gt;-= she's kind. and a beauty. and a soprano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about number 11?&lt;br /&gt;-= napakabait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Memory with 2?&lt;br /&gt;-= aw! madame! yung lugaw, ung pizza,&lt;br /&gt;ung tsokolates. haha, mukhang puro&lt;br /&gt;pagkain Lang yan pero me storya sa likod&lt;br /&gt;niyang mga nabanggit. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-116877359504817876?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/116877359504817876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=116877359504817876' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/116877359504817876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/116877359504817876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2007/01/see-this.html' title='see this'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-116877240564576582</id><published>2007-01-14T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:00:05.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outrageous</title><content type='html'>yeayea. i have new crazes nowadays. for one, i'm dancing again. uhm, actuaLLy, i aLready danced Last night at metro bar for the music runway event of the jma-upm. it was fun. i think i did good yesterday compared to my past performances onstage. one thing about Last night is that i never even felt nervous. aLL i feLt was tiredness.  it took too much effort to dance at past 12 in the morning.  i had to summon a great deaL of energy to be abLe to make it. ow, and another  thing about Last night, i smiLed! wahaha. big deaL. i dont usuaLLy smile when i dance because as far as I am concern, smiLing and counting and remembering the steps are NOT a good combination. reaLLy, it was aLways either i dance weLL with a face that even the greatest painter  couldn't paint OR i smiLe a reaLLy bright smiLe and dance to my own beat and make up my  own steps. oyweLL, Last night was a change.  i just hope that i'LL stiLL have the same disposition on Jan20 for the sayaw maniLa. gee. that one is a bigger event. one wish? he'LL teLL mme that im good. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-116877240564576582?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/116877240564576582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=116877240564576582' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/116877240564576582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/116877240564576582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2007/01/outrageous.html' title='outrageous'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-116627062929023371</id><published>2006-12-16T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:03:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha! i realized just now taht i received a lot of gifts from friends this year. ;p i got a good haul this year. supermega  WOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;* a new goodlooking brown pair of doll shoes from drew, eunice, ethei and kervi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;* a red Bench cap from camile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;* a book titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mad Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; from Kervi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;* a cellphone necklace holder from eunice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;* some Bench products from ate Macy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;* an oatmeal soap from carmina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taht is just a start.  though some are from 'exchange gifts', they still a re gifts. i mean, gifts are gifts,  no matter how or where you get it. and im expecting a lot more! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-116627062929023371?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/116627062929023371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=116627062929023371' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/116627062929023371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/116627062929023371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha-i-realized-just-now-taht-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-116611255026416145</id><published>2006-12-15T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:09:10.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>atsk.atsk.</title><content type='html'>atak. atsk. now, im back.. its been so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we at war? i want to think that we are not. i have a grudge about something but the last thing that i want is to have a war with that very person. napaka. ainaku. tanes.  i dont know what to do.. i hate this state where you are not sure of what to do, you don't have the total control about things. i mean, oh well... anu nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee. tell you more about it next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-116611255026416145?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/116611255026416145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=116611255026416145' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/116611255026416145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/116611255026416145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/12/atskatsk.html' title='atsk.atsk.'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-115755394361887178</id><published>2006-09-06T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:45:43.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;somethin i saw at the frienster's bulletin board. owa!&lt;br /&gt;this is camile's post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, u already know the reason behind the act of posting this here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wateber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Can you name 13 people you can think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;of right off the top of your head? Don't read the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;questions underneath until you write the names of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;all 13 people...This is a lot funnier if you actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;randomly list the names first...No Cheating!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1.cami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2.drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3.ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4.anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5.pao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;6.lizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;7.tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;8.jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;9.cobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;10.eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11.carla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12.je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;13.judilei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;What would you do if you had never met 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;dunno. id be sad without her though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do you think 1 is cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;yeah. (wat are friends for? :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tell me something about number 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;my friend. really smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Is 2 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;complicated. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Favorite Memory with 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;c drew? haha. everyday we're together feels great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-115755394361887178?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/115755394361887178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=115755394361887178' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/115755394361887178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/115755394361887178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/09/somethin-i-saw-at-frienste_115755394361887178.html' title=''/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-115478127066822733</id><published>2006-08-05T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:36:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camile's birthday</title><content type='html'>it is such a big deal for me to make august 8, 2006 the most beautiful [or at least, an unforgetable one] for camile. this year is her debut, the day she'll turn eighteen and greet the society with renewed vigor... ahhh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that it isn't really in my hands  to make her birthday  a succesful one, but i still have a part,  ain't i?  so  why not put my  best  to get my part done well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day, i want her to feel how special she is to me. to us. she's such a treasured friend of mine that i wouldn't want to lose and her friendship is the kind that i would want to hold on forever.aww, dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drew and i conspired to one hell of a plan to surprise her on her birthday. here is the plan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. we'll give her flowers. as in a big bouquet of assorted flowers that could draw attentions when she walk around AS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  i want to give her pink balloons. preferably, three balloons. can symbolize the words 'i love you' or each of us [three balloons for me, drew and cams]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a collage of birthday greetings from friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a box with assorted gifts inside. the total number of items in the box is 18 since she's turning 18... what's included in the box are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**~** because she'll be a lady:&lt;br /&gt;~1. a pouch&lt;br /&gt;~2. a set of make-up brushes&lt;br /&gt;~3. a polish&lt;br /&gt;~4. a mirror&lt;br /&gt;~5. a comb&lt;br /&gt;~6. a napkin [hehe]&lt;br /&gt;~7. tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**~** because she loves reading books&lt;br /&gt;~8. a book of Chridtropher Pike&lt;br /&gt;~9. a set of bookmarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**~** because i love her&lt;br /&gt;~10. a picture of her past crush..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**~** because its her birthday&lt;br /&gt;~11. candles&lt;br /&gt;~12. a cupcake [since we couln't afford a cake]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**~** because she id still a child at heart [evidence is being CHILDISH at costant occurence]&lt;br /&gt;~13. a toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**~** because she's sweet&lt;br /&gt;~14. a pack o0f candy to represent it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**~** simply because i love her [again]&lt;br /&gt;~15. two pins&lt;br /&gt;~16. a notebook full of messages from drew and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**~** because she's a WOMAN of the world now&lt;br /&gt;~17.  a lace t-back underwear&lt;br /&gt;~18.  a box of protection aka CONDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = = = = = = = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope with all the efforts we exerted and all the sacrifices we have gone through, we'll succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAMS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-115478127066822733?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/115478127066822733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=115478127066822733' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/115478127066822733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/115478127066822733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/08/camiles-birthday.html' title='camile&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-115477921757626624</id><published>2006-08-05T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:00:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dahil sa paghabol sa bus..</title><content type='html'>tsk.&lt;br /&gt;lampayasong buhay ito.&lt;br /&gt;ng dahil sa paghabol sa bus, natapilok ako.&lt;br /&gt; at naipitan ng lamad. at masakit ang paa ko.&lt;br /&gt;at mahirap lumakad.&lt;br /&gt;pati na tumayo ng matagal. &lt;br /&gt;at sumayaw ng ayos.&lt;br /&gt;at ang pangit ng paa ko.&lt;br /&gt;ang taba.&lt;br /&gt;dahil &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NAMAMAGA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;NANGINGITIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at may sugat pa.&lt;br /&gt;at puro pasa.&lt;br /&gt;hindi lang ang may bukung-bukong.&lt;br /&gt;kundi ang halos buong paa.&lt;br /&gt;hanggang likod.&lt;br /&gt;kamusta naman un?&lt;br /&gt;ipinahilot ko na ito.&lt;br /&gt;sa kasamaang palad, di magaling ang naghilot.&lt;br /&gt;ang resulta?&lt;br /&gt;mahigit isang linggo na ang sakit.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.kawawa.&lt;br /&gt;at sa ubod ng kawalang swerte, nadoble pa ang sakit.&lt;br /&gt;dahil natapilok uli ako kahapon.&lt;br /&gt;anu ba yon?&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-115477921757626624?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/115477921757626624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;hi..oh well, i had auditioned for indayog for the second time.. as you can read in the latter part of this post, i didn't make it. but unlike the first time, i don't feel bad.in fact, i feel good.  its not bad that i didn't make it because i am not really into dancing now.  and i have far more better things to do than dancing onstage[not that dancing is not as appealing to me as before, otherwise i shouldn't have taken streetdance for my PE].  one of those few more important things is making myself visible to miah.ahehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, thisis what the indayog execom told me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cami&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;! Thank you again for auditioning last week. *clap*clap*clap* We are sorry to inform you though that you did not make the list but please don’t be disheartened! We would very much like to see you again next auditions and at our competitions and shows as well! Until then, here are a few points to ponder on. We hope this can help you in the future in becoming the best dancer you can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s what we liked about you:&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;You      smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;You’ve      got groove and some confidence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;You’ve      got determination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things you might want to try or work on:&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Mas      astig tingnan ang sayaw pag masconfident ka. Enjoy lang ang sayaw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Connect      with the audience more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Make      your smiles more consistent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Try to      make your steps mas malaki. Huwag pigilin ang sarili.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sana&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; naman po positive yung magiging outlook mo sa results. Indayog will always be here to help. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sana&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; magkita-kita po tayo ulit!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keep the passion burning  and Just dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;actually, i enjoyed the audition and the pressure i felt.. and for me, that is enough.  i my decide to try again next time, but not for the sake of joining the organization but for the sake of feeling the pressure of dancing in front of somebody with authority in the field.  that way, i can relive the days of my hs performances. ata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-115425504453301233?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/115425504453301233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=115425504453301233' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/115425504453301233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/115425504453301233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-115297275870933653</id><published>2006-07-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:12:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><content type='html'>hola! great to be back into the circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this thing is long overdue, but so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the list of my subjects this semester..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORCOM101...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang pinaka malufet!&lt;/span&gt;  yah!haha. [MTh 10-11:30 Prof.Sarile]&lt;br /&gt;~toxic as this subject is,  i love it.the prof is the founder of the discipline and she is great, a real practical teacher.  tells a lot of tips on how to face the world[and conquer it if you must].  she isn't boring, that is one sure thing.  she loves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infolink&lt;/span&gt;.  and she can't miss giving me nervous spasms and butterflies in the stomach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NatSci4...&lt;/span&gt;[Mth 2:30-4 Prof Marquez]&lt;br /&gt;~thi8s is one sure fun. i repeat, F-U-N.  he, or should i say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she?, &lt;/span&gt;is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a great prof who knows his thing.. his antics are entertaining and the anecdotes would surely give you a laugh.  he has this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pet&lt;/span&gt;, a student also, who he always makes kulit.. the result?burst of laughter. though his subject is a bit on the toxic side, with all those lectures you have to dtudy, it is a great welcome for my 2nd year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hum1. &lt;/span&gt;[TF2:30-4 Prof Manzanilla]&lt;br /&gt;~ this is one sure hell, can't say i enjoy the subject thouigh this is a subject for literary enthusiasts.. not sure if the 'hell' is because of the teacher, the subject itself, or the classmates im with.. tell you more about it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hum2... &lt;/span&gt;[MTh 7-8:30 Prof Levy Anchanzar]&lt;br /&gt;~really good.  though i dont always want the lectures, the trips are great5.. we already went to angono, rizal and there is still a trip to paete, laguna and pampangga to await for.. she makes me appreciate theater art.. i had been into ccp twice, and the experience is great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psych10..&lt;/span&gt;[TF 1-2:30 Prof Ramiro]&lt;br /&gt;~this one is about discovering oneself. the goal is to understand yourself better by the end of the semester.. the class is not boring, we have this small group consisted of six persons[me, camile, john, hovie, honeylet nad tin].. this one lets us to share our innermost thoughts to our groupmates then eventually,  to the class.  maybe, just maybe, i would be able to know myself more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Street Dance aka STD..&lt;/span&gt;[TAB 7-9 Inst. Flores]&lt;br /&gt;~FUN, FUN, FUN!! DANCE, DANCE, DANCE!!! As simple as that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-115297275870933653?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/115297275870933653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=115297275870933653' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/115297275870933653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/115297275870933653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/07/none.html' title='none'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-115198674763484755</id><published>2006-07-04T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:19:07.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lesson learned..</title><content type='html'>a lesson learned [in the tragic, shameful way]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER TAKE PICTURES OF YOUR CRUSH IN PUBLIC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPECIALLY IF HE CAN SEE YOU AND KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gosh, i so like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miah&lt;/span&gt;..really deep liking..could even say im a bit infatuated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miah is the year's president of UPAdHere..not bad looking, but not a strickingly hot papa.. so what?he's got the personality that i love for a guy.. so nice, responsible, down-to-earth and many other adjectives that could fill my list of his on and on characteristics.. listing it here will just bore you to death.  any way, those are just my impressions.. we're not really close.. true enough that i can talk to him, text him, can borrow notes from him and greet him whenever i meet him along the corridors of UPManila or along the street of Faura[and to my fortune, he smiles and wave back.. to add more delight, sometimes he is the one who greets me first because i have a very pathetic, low-vision eye].. but that kind of relationship with him is not enough to make me feel alive for months.. i want him to know me better and t0 have a more deeper relationship with him, i mean, it isn't bad to wish that i want him to be my friend, right?well, as others say, at least he knows my existence on this fu**** planet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, today, we were in the caf when i saw him from the next table. gosh.. then nikko, lou's apple of the eye appeared... i took picz of nikko's through  camile's phone.. too many photos actually.. then wen miah was about to leave, i took of picz of him too.. in one photo, he is lookin at me..BUSTED! he knew what i was doin all the time.. lou said that he was lookin  at my direction every now and then while i was busy [and OBVIOUSLY] takin picz of nikko.. gosh, i am so abashed ! eew, i feel bad.. i don't know what to do.. will i pretend that nothing happened or shall i stay away from him now?  i guess he knows that i have this thing for  him again.. it is not hard to put two on two together.. should i be ashamed of my behavior, or rather, my misbehavior?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aahh, that is so draining... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-115198674763484755?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/115198674763484755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=115198674763484755' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/115198674763484755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/115198674763484755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/07/lesson-learned.html' title='a lesson learned..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-114665455713050751</id><published>2006-05-03T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:09:17.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is taking its toll...</title><content type='html'>o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;h wow! at long last, i'm back to modern world where the great form of civilization exists!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;as you can see, i was prevented of updating my  blog  during the last month of my life...  summer as it is and i have completely nothing in my hands to do but take the rest and relaxation i was deprived of during the year, i wasn't able to get my hands on the keyboard and type my daily musings due to the fact that i was dragged off to the place where no computer exists and the soft chirping of birds could be heard from the room you had slept in.. yah, as you guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and guess what? those days aren't yet over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-114665455713050751?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/114665455713050751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=114665455713050751' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the reason behind all those nonposting was the increasing loads of works that i had to attend to but in the most unfortunate reason, i haven't still done it yet. well, everytime i got through one, another one comes up. how's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just one last week before the school finally closes down, or, at least, for me. just got through the third math11 third dept and im telling you now, i fluncked! well, the second dept natsci 1 exam was a lot more easier cause i was prepared, as in really prepared though there were some questions which i haven't read in the book or hand-outs. well, what i did on those questions were ultimate analization and the what seemed to be the best answer was what i put in the paper.when ana;ization wasn't the solution, then i used my last hope, the famous and undying "minie2x my ni mo'... well, i hope i passed those exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-114336741380038190?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/114336741380038190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=114336741380038190' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114336741380038190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114336741380038190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-so-long.html' title='its been so long..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-114163511464689859</id><published>2006-03-06T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:51:54.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it didn't turned out the way i planned it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oh shit. things didn't turned out the way i planned it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~i planned to go to school.but i didn't due to some  unavoidable  forces  that blocked  my  will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~i planned to pass my paper.but i didn't  coz i haven't  finished it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~i planned to talk to camile.but i didn't due to the fact that i didn't go  to school today.aww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~i palnned to go with phoebe. but i didn't coz im  stocked  here with my works.aw again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~and there are too many other 'i planned...' that didn't went right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;how lucky can i get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-114163511464689859?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/114163511464689859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=114163511464689859' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114163511464689859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114163511464689859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-didnt-turned-out-way-i-planned-it.html' title='it didn&apos;t turned out the way i planned it.'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-114154756354399281</id><published>2006-03-05T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T16:32:45.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhum..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;well, what better way to start this post but to say that m ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;that's it.fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;uhmm.news: I just got my second dept in math 11 last friday and it was a boing!boing!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yah.better beleive me so you won't be surprised when you  see the results.aww!..tsktsk.it was my first na  inabot ng time and tell you what? i wasn't yet finished.pathetic..now, san ako pupulutin? i want to be a cs pa mandin.well, that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i talked to ninin again.and, it was her birthday.you can guess how i felt.well, liz and i wee talking bout the past[our friendship].  well, she is kinda frustrated on what happened to us and well, the fact that nin isn't talking to her[to us, actually].  it was as if we didn't have a past.hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tell you more bout it next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-114154756354399281?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/114154756354399281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=114154756354399281' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114154756354399281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114154756354399281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/03/uhum.html' title='uhum..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-114121378408207024</id><published>2006-03-01T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:56:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing.just....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;oh well..great, yah, i actually feel ok. just wanna share some details..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;first, i went to camile's place again..actually, for the third time.well, niyaya niay ako.and to tell you the truth, i was kind of shock kasi di ko akalain na pipilitin pa nia ako..and, well.un.haha.anyway, that day was all right. it started with some jogging. truth is, not only some but 14 laps around the SSWC. it was kinda ok, though coz i didn't feel that tired, so unlike of the past runs. camile and i were together all throughout the run.maybe it was because we didn't take it seriously, i mean, we didn't run the entire time. and all the time, we were chatting[bout her guy, again.haha] anyway, it was fun. we talked to ate melissa[my supporter's daughter] during our break. and we, as in i, camile and chez, ate in mcdo. well, during natsci, ms.yao didn't show up but she still gave a quiz with the help of her SA. i talked to kuya lizer,he wasn't that nice. he has some air. oh well, i kinda got pissed off. un, but if anything good ever happened from his pissing me off, that was when camile hug me ang console me with saying that she's my friend. if anything, i found that gesture sweet. then drew and i talked like we used to again. actually, we just talked and talked all the time during histo. it was fun. then camile and i went into slipper-hunting after class. she bought a cute one from chelsea. it was a glittery pair. then we head to her place. whattafun.well, that was it.rahrahrah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;then, another thing i wanna tell you is that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;MY EYES ARE SO PUFFY!!&lt;/span&gt;as in, uber!i guess, it was due to lack of sleep this past few weeks. my teacher in PE[mr.panganiban] even noticed that i was a bit namumutla...oh, pathetic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the last thing i wanna say is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;THIS IS A HELL WEEK!&lt;/span&gt; well, it started late last week and won't stop until the end of this week.ah. pathetic.lots of papers, exams, quizzes.im lucky im still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;well, that's all for now. see u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-114121378408207024?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/114121378408207024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=114121378408207024' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114121378408207024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114121378408207024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/03/nothingjust.html' title='nothing.just....'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-114078254376366027</id><published>2006-02-24T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:56:43.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiltilating..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;aw. today isn't my definition of a good day. funny you should ask why. well, today, classes of all level, public or private school in Metro Manila, were suspended by Deped and Ched. why? because of a nonsense 'kudeta'. yah.well, i don't care about those news.[though i should tell you that state of emergency was proclaimed.yah,proclaimed].... i've got enough problems in my name that i couldn't afford to acquire more. i still have to do the first draft of my research paper and the bad thing is, i still don't have enough data at hand. i still have to study my math11 for the upcoming dept exam but this thing is more handy. i've got handfuls of matters to understand for my natcsi 1. ok.ok. i should acknowledge one perk the no-classes-situation gave me.today, i was supposed to take a quiz in natsci 1 'bout the matters i don't fully understand. [the reason for this is because i am seated at the back due to the alphabetical seatting arrangement and you know fully well that my vision is so 'labo' and i can't hear her(ms.yao) really well. pathetic, isn't it?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;well, enough of my sentiments.im gonna tell you about my day with camile yesterday[feb23'06].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;yesterday, we agreed to go to the national library to research for some data we could use for our first draft of research paper in comm2. i was supposed to meet her at 9 in school campus but due to some unavoidable circumstances, i was forced to reset the time to 10o'clock. well, the day started in a not so good mood. first, i wasn't given even a single cent. luckily, ive got enough money to last me a day. then, the jeepney i rode to bring me to the bus station couldn't run slower than a hearse. and to add insult to the injury, the driver stopped halfway through the travel to the station to call more passengers[by this time, i had already paid my fair so i couldn't go down and transfer to another jeepney] but there was no single soul that would ride in that jeepney until after almost ten minutes of waiting in vain. and the most painstaking of all was this. when i got off that jeepney i was too pissed off that i didn't notice that my bag was bit unzipped. i cross the road 'half walking, half-running, after making sure that the coming vehicles were far enough so i wouldn't be hit. but when i almost got the another side of the street, the contents of my bag went flying all over the place [books, notes, cds, pens, wallet, tissues,even my feminine hygiene paraphernalias..tsk.tsk.]... could my day start any worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; well, after lots of headaching events, i finally got to school and waited for camile there. we sat on the side of the steps in rh for about 30 mins and talked bout her guy[number6, natsci results..] we rode a jeepney to kalaw then walked to the nat lib. but, oh, sweet heavens. when we got there, the security personel told us that the lib is close until 1 pm due to an ongoing programm. and to think it was only 11am. we decided to spend the time by eating first. after much walking[by thi9s time, we reached UNave] we walked to shakey's. she ordered lunch bunch' w/c included a pasta, potato, garlic bread , chicken and a pizza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i had a 'manager's choice solo pizza' and a rootbeer float. but i couldn't be more thunderstruck when i saw the pizza. it was so small! but by the time we finished, i thought i was so full [if due to the very small quantity of food or due to the two galsses of drinks, there is no way to know]... camile said that maybeit was because we ate in total slowmo 'n it takes about 20 min before the brain could send the message that we are already full. well, whatever..then, something happened..we decided to walk to sm manila to play the arcade. we stopped in a nearby bench in front of a factory[?] so camile could clean her toenails w/c had gone into a little mess due to her slippers when three, and i mean 3, men['bout in early and late 30's] eyed camile with such malice.no kiddin.i was there. i even changed my place to eye them more freely[but i think it was a wrong move. i should've covered camile instead.] aw. what is it in camile that makes her so attractive to olds?ew. well, we got to the arcade with nothing more significant thing happened. well, that is aside from the scorching heat of the sun. we went back to the lib then look for books. but we hadn't checked even a single one. havn't got time. we walked to school and reached tuano's math11 class, deadtired.what we got at the end of the day? lots of works to do, some memories[at least, for me] and a head-cracking headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;aw. that was something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-114078254376366027?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/114078254376366027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=114078254376366027' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114078254376366027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114078254376366027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/02/tiltilating.html' title='tiltilating..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-114044189450581733</id><published>2006-02-20T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:55:56.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Biggest Brain Damaging Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:24;"  &gt;10 Biggest Brain Damaging Habits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 1. No Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1028" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;amp;amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.2&amp;YY=61964&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;Idx=22" alt="Chef" height="70" width="60" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;People who do not take breakfast are going to have a lower blood sugar level. This leads to an insufficient supply of nutrients to the brain causing brain degeneration.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Overeating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1029" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;amp;amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.3&amp;YY=61964&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;Idx=22" alt="Chocolate Bunny" hei="" ght="80" height="80" width="105" /&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1030" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;bodyPart=2.2.4&amp;amp;amp;amp;YY=61964&amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;amp;Idx=22" alt="Picnic Table" height="71" width="85" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It causes hardening of the brain arteries, leading to a decrease in mental  power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1031" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;amp;amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.5&amp;YY=61964&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;Idx=22" alt="Smoking" height="52" width="30" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It causes multiple brain shrinkage and may lead to Alzheimer disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4. High Sugar consumption &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1032" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;amp;amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.6&amp;YY=61964&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;Idx=22" alt="Milk Shake" height="61" width="28" /&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1033" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;bodyPart=2.2.7&amp;amp;amp;amp;YY=61964&amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;amp;Idx=22" alt="Sweet" height="48" width="56" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Too much sugar will interrupt the absorption of proteins and nutrients causing malnutrition and may interfere with brain development &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5. Air Pollution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is the largest oxygen consumer in our body. Inhaling polluted air decreases the supply of oxygen to the brain, bringing about a decrease in brain efficiency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sleep Deprivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1034" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;amp;amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.8&amp;YY=61964&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;Idx=22" alt="Counting Sheep" height="90" width="85" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sleep allows our brain to rest. Long term deprivation from sleep will accelerate the death of brain cells.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:red;"  &gt;7. Head covered while sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1035" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;amp;amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.9&amp;YY=61964&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;Idx=22" alt="Alarm Clock 3" height="77" width="98" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with the head covered increases the concentration of carbon dioxide and decrease concentration of oxygen that may lead to brain damaging effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8. Working your brain during illness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1036" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;amp;amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.10&amp;YY=61964&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;Idx=22" alt="Boys Night Out" height="85" width="110" /&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1037" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;bodyPart=2.2.11&amp;amp;amp;amp;YY=61964&amp;order=down&amp;amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;amp;Idx=22" alt="Studying" height="72" width="89" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard or studying with sickness may lead to a decrease in effectiveness of the brain as well as damage the brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9. Lacking in stimulating thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Thinking is the best way to train our brain, lacking in brain  stimulation  thoughts may cause brain shrinkage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:red;"  &gt;10. Talking Rarely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1038" src="http://us.f326.mail.yahoo.com/ym/us/ShowLetter?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=2372_10948735_84368_2780_187016_0_233_305585_3513632542&amp;amp;amp;amp;bodyPart=2.2.12&amp;YY=61964&amp;amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;Idx=22" alt="Talk To You Later" height="61" width="105" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Intellectual conversations will promote the efficiency of the brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-114044189450581733?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/114044189450581733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=114044189450581733' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114044189450581733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114044189450581733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/02/10-biggest-brain-damaging-habits.html' title='10 Biggest Brain Damaging Habits'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-114033379528020003</id><published>2006-02-19T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T15:23:15.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after the gold rush..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hau..sorry for not coming here the last days.specially during the v-day. well, it was actually a pathetic day. uhya.haven't got anythin good with me except the 'black dress parade' we had.camile and i were almost in identical suite.we both had a black shirt, denim pants and black rubber slippers.well, my date was at camile's place[in her apartment] with camile, herself.nax.nothing special.as in NOTHING! well, that's it.i don't want to bore you with lots of single-at-v-day-whims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=*=*=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;haha.you haven't heard it yet...well, i danced again.on stage.in front of everybody who was watching the play....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;well, it was the 'culture shock' thing.it was the DAC week and the play was a contest that they had set up.the theme was about the revolution of the filipino music in the last five decades. i was  supposed  to be the  star[superlola]  of the 60's but they couldn't find the song [o ang babae nor the pilita corales' dahil sa isang bulaklak].. luckily, i wasn't removed in the play because i was a backup dancer of 80's.pathetic but passable.we danced the annie batungbacal  song.the guys [dan,luis,john,miguel,randell,jason] danced in the hagibis tune of rock baby rock. diane aninon was the lola and carl chester, aka Chez, was the star of the night in her role as the apo.we won the third price, bit ok. juniors got the fourth, the seniors got the second and the ever dashing performance of the sophies won the first price. it was ok, we'll outperform them the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;well, the fun was all taken away now. gotta face the paper works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-114033379528020003?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/114033379528020003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=114033379528020003' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114033379528020003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/114033379528020003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-gold-rush.html' title='after the gold rush..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113949167989789982</id><published>2006-02-09T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:53:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>co-dependency..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;it was a thing i heard from camile[which she had read from a book.ohyah.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;co-dependency was defined by this situation.now, here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;~there was this man who is an alcoholic.he was such an alcohol dependent that his mood would be depended upon the availability of the drink. to avoid the lacking of drinks, he keeps bottles into different parts ofthe house[see the logic?]. one day, he ran out of alcoholic drinks. he look and look around the house but didn't succeed in finding even one. he was devastated. his mood was suddenly so meek. to rub salt into the injury(do i got the idiom right?anyway), the liqour shops are close that day. he searched for miles and miles until he finally found one. but guess what did hedo to the drink?... when he was back home again with the drink in his hands, he didn't drink it. instead, he kept it to one part of the house, finally feeling well with the idea of having at least one alcoholic drink in his welfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;now, you at least got the idea?i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;co-dependency isn't a good kind of relationship. people sufferin in thistendsto dependto another person or things his happiness. in the case of co-depending on people, you incline to do anything to make the person want you back[sounds every bit like a martir]. you also seemed to be afraid being left alone. you tend to be with anyone[and i mean anyone] just so you wouldn't have to face the world single-handedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;in the case of obsessing things like alcohol and food, you only feel better and comfortable with the idea of owning this things. in the long run, you feel more better in the idea of having this cravings rather than having it in reality[like in a relationship.you are much more thrilled in planning and dreaming than when the thingsare really in front of you].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;the differencewith liking things with liking people is that you tendto hope that the person would then reciprocate to your feelings. if they don't, you would be hurt bigtime. that is thereason why you do anythin just to please the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;you depend on another people or thingsfor happinessandcontentment. now, growth would be impossible for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;not a good kind of relationship, huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;the best kind of relationsip is inter-dependent ones. you are related to one another but you go on with your own life.now, growth would be available for both of you.just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;when camile told me this, i was struck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'am i co-dependent?' well, honestly, it seems to me that i cant go on being alone.i just cant imagine myself being a loner..am naturally talkative. but i chose who i went out with.so am not directly hit, ayt? well, i would admit that i do almost anythin to please the person i like. but i know my limitations.so am not having the&lt;/span&gt; co-dependecy complex, ayt? ah wel.i hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0);" &gt;***cortesy of shiela camile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113949167989789982?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113949167989789982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113949167989789982' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113949167989789982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113949167989789982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/02/co-dependency.html' title='co-dependency..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113931829150465153</id><published>2006-02-07T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:26:10.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hai.buhay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;so, here i am again.just got myself out of the chat with eka.shewas nice.i actually like her though i don't know her really well.am, the way she act was ok, though.ah, im talkin in circles.but then, what else can i do.?.am i rotten? i don't exactly know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;well, this day started really well. ok, except for the ride to school.i was 30 minutes late.[there was no harm done, though.] well, i ran the 8 laps, quite tiring but satisfactory. it's just that i ran with no one. almost everyone did it alone, well, except from some chats with the people you see along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;oh, before i forget, today is LOU'S BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;aun.to continue, camile, i and lou ate at TokyoTokyo again.it was okie. well, that 'rich kids' were there too. and jian played a prank too.here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;camile , lou and i were already eatin the main course on ourtable which happend to be a booth. and camile and i, so takaw ever, still have a dessert in waitin. then , out of the blue, jian came to our table, telling us to look at the girls in the other table besides ours. and as curious little berserks, we did. but we saw nothin significant.we ask him what it was but he wouldn't tell.he just ushered us to continue looking in the opposite direction from where we was.and idiotically, we did again.after some moments later, eka's group started to snicker, the way one does when they know sumtin you don't. well, i didn't bother to know what the heck it was. i just grab my jelly dessert and started to plunge in. our blockmates broke into laughter again.this time, uttering my name in between burstings of laughter.i wonder y? then i notice that camile's dessert was nowhere in sight.alas! that was what jian was busy getting his hands on while telling us to look at those gurls.it was funny..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;well, that was it.tell you sumtin bout codepencent complex next tym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;tsk.tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113931829150465153?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113931829150465153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113931829150465153' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113931829150465153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113931829150465153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/02/haibuhay.html' title='hai.buhay.'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113886061496493817</id><published>2006-02-02T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:41:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nax.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1.) saang school and section ka nabibilang? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***sa UPManila block 8ng BA OrCom.detailed na yan hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) ano grade/year mo na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***Freshie poh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) sino favorite teacher/s mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***si Senorita Gemalyn na ata..;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) masaya ba sa klase nyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***tinatanong pa ba un? uu naman.uber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) sino mga seatmates mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***sina Drew at Camile lagi.minsan, c Eunice din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) maingay ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***in what sense?hahah.im not loud but VERY talkative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) may crush ka ba sa inyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***uhm..haha..uu na nga.. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) sino naman yung crush mo na yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***c jain.pero dati pa un eh.admiration na lang minsan pag nag eelate sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) may nagkakacrush ba sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*** sus.asa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) sino mga bestpals mo sa klase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***nung 1st sem, cna ninin, liz at marc.now, cna camile at drew na.pati c eunice.un.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) sino lagi mong kaaway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***meron bah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) sino lagi mong inaaway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***c camile..heheh.inaasar.d nmn ata naaasar.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) sinasaway ka ba ng class pres. nyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***ala ganun eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) may twagan ba kyo ng classmates mo? anu-ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***by nicknames lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) pinaka ppnsin mong classmate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***lahat ewh.hahah.but criusly, lahat talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) class muse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***ms.freshie namin c risa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) class escort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***mr.freshie c john.mr.orcomsoc c jian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) class sekseetary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***c mohameer.ui, may story un.hahah. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) class clown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***c chezie ata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) class heartthrob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***c risa daw.pero tingin ko, c jian.hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) class' beauty and brain'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***c lou na un!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) class math wizard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***c yela.hands down, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) pinaka vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***ala naman.mukhang carefree lahat e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) pinaka tahimik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***meron bah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) pinaka masungit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***c yela ata.sya ung ampalaya e.hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) pinaka chubby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***naku hah.ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) pinaka cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***for me?parang wala.kc lahat beautiful.nax!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) loveteam/s of the class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***c drew at belle dati eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) meron bang nali-link sa iyo na classmates mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***naku hah!wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) decribe your section, lahat lahat na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***ASTIG&gt;ROCKIN&gt;D'BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) mahal mo ba classmates mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***uu naman.i care for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) ano message mo sa kanila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***Keep it up guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;courtesy of friendster... ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113886061496493817?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113886061496493817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113886061496493817' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113886061496493817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113886061496493817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/02/nax.html' title='nax.'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113879889880606676</id><published>2006-02-01T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:01:38.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day of the hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;now.its just 13 days to go and the day of the hearts, primarily made for lovers[am not excluding the singles], is about to come.now, what?am i lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nah.am not.believe me.you better do.because im enjoying being single.i don't deny the times that i feel envious of the lovebirds out there[tell you, there are lots in the school.here, there and everywhere].but there is no need to feel pity of myself.whats the use?hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;actually, there is this guy who claims that he fancies me.i don't know hoim in person, though.he is kinda persistent.don't know if im flattered or pestered.i can't say.no can do.he insist that i should see him in person so i could see how he is.am afraid.well, not really afraid but i don't want the idea of meeting sum1 i don't know.what if he is a,well, lets just say, he doesn't pass my standard?i want a witty, a little looker and well, has the wallet.abit.well, the most important is he is smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113879889880606676?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113879776490086383</id><published>2006-02-01T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T15:31:06.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;bummer..yah.reason?acads.always, it is. the quantity of the works just won't stop.now, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;this comm-two thing is driving me nutty.the concept paper was the latest.would you believe it?i just took an absent to finish this paper then the teacher would just reject it...and paraphrasing isn't my cup of tea..then our span2 is another matter.just recently, i had the worst performance i ever had.well, it was not only me, it was a whole pack bummer.anyway, the only consolation is i will handle the next play well.the natsci dept was another thing too.last jan31, we took our first dept.it was the physics pat and you know too well that physics[or any scientific thing for that matter is my achilles'heel.shit.the math, well, not bad but not well. PE?well, aus lang.yah.we ran six lapse last week.it was too strenuous yet fun.the challenge was there.i aimed to finish the run with the idea of being the first to finish in the girls category.haha.really, it was a laugh.i ran with lou[marie lou camaclang] and kat[kathleen corcuera]...we did a mix of jogging, running and walking.a lot of grasping for breath wasn't amist either.during the last lapse, lec[angelique maligalig] and dia[mediatrix manalo] joined us. well, it was great[di halata, dba?haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;well, camile, drew, lou and i ate at TokyoTokyo.it was a bliss.the food was great and the stay was nothing but a laugh.we intend to go back there next tuesday.i reall feel some connections here.camile is great.really.i mean, i could ride her battiness.shockz. lakas ng bat nia pag dating sa guys.sina kuya pau at jm.lakas pa ng appeal sa oldies.4 is to 1 ang ratio.apat na oldies, isang bata.haha.actually, i am wonderin' why i never got irritated by her whims bout guys?well, she's okie. i mean, i wanna pursue a real friendship with her.you know what i mean.well, c drew.same with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;nax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113879776490086383?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113879776490086383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113879776490086383' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113879776490086383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113879776490086383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/02/stress.html' title='stress...'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113828372721114490</id><published>2006-01-26T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:55:27.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my crowd..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hey,i should tell you that i had a very great time with a friend.well, thats a first since the time i was left alone in the darkness by a former chum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;well, this day wasn't a bonkers and definitely wouldn't be thrown into the loner's bin. actually, i have certain reasons to make this day qualify for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"top ten happiest days in my life"&lt;/span&gt; [well, at least, since i started college.] first and foremost, i received a love letter. yah, from my dad [isn't he sweet?]. then i got my allowance..hehe, wanna have some shopping spree[boink!]. afterwards, i had a great timwe with a friend..[yah, that was the hugest reason for this bliss]. we just ate some porridge and coffee[for her] and icedtea[for me]. simple yet i was really overwhelmed with this great surge of happiness. well, it wasn.t always that i meet someone who would make you feel like you really belong and you're not just a nobody.she's really somethin. well, most of the time, we were talkin and launchin the most care free talk. we stayed in the school caf for about two hours, talkin our life away...not mindin the janitor sweepin on our places, the sky that keeps on darkenin and the swarm of mosquitoes that keeps on drainin our blood out of us. we practically talked like there would be no tomorrow.[an understatement.haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;well, the main point of tellin you this is because i wanna point out that i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FINALLY, finally 'met my crowd'&lt;/span&gt;. at least, thats what i think and feel..i don't have reservations whenever im with them. don't have pretensions[not that im always pretendin.nah] i don't have to feel uncomfortable every now and then. don't have to think about how to respond and act.i always feel good. rarely was a time that you would see me frownin in agony and angst. everythin is coming and flowing out naturally[as natural as breathin,yeah.] now, who wouldn't want to treasure that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;now, i could say that im with my right crowd..(*,*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113828372721114490?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113828372721114490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113828372721114490' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113828372721114490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113828372721114490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-crowd.html' title='my crowd..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113773221416426582</id><published>2006-01-20T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:43:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;know what, in kinda havin a good time nowadays.now, thats something.&lt;br /&gt;well, with drew and camile, schoolworks have become easier. hey, im not yet talkin about the serious-bestfriend type of relationship but im gald to tell you that im really havin a good time with them.. im actually takin care of this because i don't want to regret anythin in the end [ like what had happend in the past.]... but im still takin one step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thats just the intro of what ive gotta tell you.. well, i hadnt logged in this past few days because of a major hectic sked.. well, hanggang ngayon pa rin naman... asa pa na magbago.hai.tsk.tsk.&lt;br /&gt;wanna take a look at my calendar? suit yourself...&lt;br /&gt;today, ive got my first dept in math 11.goodluck to me.&lt;br /&gt;ive got to pass my working bibliography.another goodluck because i still have none..&lt;br /&gt;ive got to pass a major paper for histo 2..ahh, just finished.&lt;br /&gt;got three classes to attend, actually, dalawa na lang. absent ako dun sa isa.&lt;br /&gt;what? ayaw mo na... well, good for you to stop intervining in my sked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess, gotta say ass off. am late for my next class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113773221416426582?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113773221416426582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113773221416426582' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113773221416426582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113773221416426582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-again_20.html' title='back again..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113625817145564398</id><published>2006-01-03T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:16:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my side..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i owe it to you to know the emotional turmoil i had gone through.which, i think, could explain my behavior regarding the chum i loved...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my friend, she was great..but i have this insane phobia with her kinds.i don't know how to treat them..arrgg, i told you, it is nutty.. this phobia[as i had put it] started way back my sophomore year in highschool. it was inflicted by a girl who i treated &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; a friend but left me without much farther ado. it happened like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;           transferee ako dito sa bagong school. well, lahat kami ay transferee, actually. masasabi mo na mga pioneer students kami doon. sa unang araw ng klase, may nakilala ako. galing sya sa isang all-girls-school. wala naman akong nakitang problema doon.. we had been friends for a month. kaming dalawa lang ang laging magkasama..  then dumating yung time na kailangan ko umalis at di pumasok for a wek.. she knew it and i thouht she understood me.. well, aun, pagbalik ko, wala na kong kaibigan. iniwan na niya ako, ipinagpalit sa ibang barkada.. wlang sulat o paliwanag.. i was hurt, terribly hurt. naisip ko na lang na baka boring ako kaya niya ako iniwan.; baka hindi siya sanay sa mga kagaya ko, hindi niya gusto ang ugali ko, at kung anu-ano pa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;since then, di ko na alam kung paano makikitungo sa mga katulad nila...yeah, insane, nutty, batty thing to think and act but i couldn't help it.. always, naiisip ko na baka nabobore na siya sa akin, baka may magawa ako na ikagalit niya or baka nacocornyhan siya... arrgghh, it was a helpless matter.. now, im miserable as ever.. i want the old times back..yeah, im feelin sorry for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;geez, i am hopeless..i had fun when i was with her.. but ...she's gone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113625817145564398?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113625817145564398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113625817145564398' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113625817145564398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113625817145564398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-my-side.html' title='this is my side..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113625584796674690</id><published>2006-01-03T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:37:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear me out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;as i had told you before, there is this girl i love [as a friend, anyway].. well, i remember that i also told you it was for real, i mean, i really did.. but then, i had figured that it was a lost battle.. so stopped thinking bout her and bout the seemed-to-be-problem i created to myself.. i just let her go, thinking that she is already happy with her current companions. she was great and i thought she deserves the break [break from what?well, i dont know, myself]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;well, now, i must admit that it was me who drove her away. i did it without really knowing what i was doing. it thisrealization came too late. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113625584796674690?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113625584796674690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113625584796674690' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113625584796674690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113625584796674690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/01/hear-me-out.html' title='hear me out..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113625532115082731</id><published>2006-01-03T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:28:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year it is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yah..right.new year it is..should it mean new me? no, not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;im definitely the same old dana or cami everyone had known for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yah. i dont think there's something in me that i should change. or i could change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;well, old habits are hard to change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113625532115082731?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113625532115082731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113625532115082731' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113625532115082731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113625532115082731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-it-is.html' title='new year it is..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113524227852642160</id><published>2005-12-22T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:06:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doomed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;so the spirit of christmas is in the air... but it definitely hasn't reached my oxygen.. oh yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;im doomed.. has it ever occurred to you that whenever i write here, im in terrible mood. yah.. that's it. i never really had a good time.. i mean, ok, i do have fun times with my friends, but you see, it never really last.. happy moments never really last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;gee, im broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;hope, by next year, things will be back to its normal, happy shape...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;hai, im already askin too much.. doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113524227852642160?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113524227852642160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113524227852642160' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113524227852642160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113524227852642160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2005/12/doomed.html' title='doomed..'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113523806219472173</id><published>2005-12-22T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:54:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misers are choosers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;how can i forget the times people are looking at me like im one kind of a hell-living-person.? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Arghh, never, i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;but then? what are you suppose to do? give them a piece of your mind? oh shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;is hell for  real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;coz if there is a real one, why do i suffer now that im still here on earth? or is the earth the entrance of hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh shit[again]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-113523806219472173?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/113523806219472173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=113523806219472173' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113523806219472173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17071426/posts/default/113523806219472173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/2005/12/misers-are-choosers.html' title='misers are choosers...'/><author><name>cami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05245127492263920778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071426.post-113395421319543103</id><published>2005-12-07T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:39:35.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>installed by chum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE HER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;i so love her.&lt;br /&gt;she's a dear friend.a great one, actually.&lt;br /&gt;but i lost her.&lt;br /&gt;i could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;i also could sense regrets running down my veins.&lt;br /&gt;it was my fault, i know.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for myself, i didn't realize her worth in a more earlier time,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lady macbeth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;exactly what i'm doing right now.ahh. it hurts, really, it does.&lt;br /&gt;but what is left to do? yeah, nothing but move on.&lt;br /&gt;at least , i still have great set of friends. i don't want to lose anyone precious again.i've had learned my lessons with flying colors, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;let me get it straight.&lt;br /&gt;i am no t-bird.&lt;br /&gt;i love her .&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many times i told you that.&lt;br /&gt;but let m e add juz now that&lt;br /&gt;all i said was pertaining to a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;love for a friend&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ah.pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: 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soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"  &gt;am.havin.my.life's.one.of.the.biggest.battle.&lt;br /&gt;i.want.my.sanity.away.&lt;br /&gt;if.only.i.have.the.power.&lt;br /&gt;but.then.nothing.makes.sense.&lt;br /&gt;look,.im.tired.of.everythin.&lt;br /&gt;but.they're.not.&lt;br /&gt;sanity.should.extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071426-112824426921386602?l=denudedbeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denudedbeing.blogspot.com/feeds/112824426921386602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17071426&amp;postID=112824426921386602' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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