<?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-9517507</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:17:29.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the confessions</title><subtitle type='html'>this is me...the real me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-115243907508306438</id><published>2006-07-09T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:38:45.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3309/696/1600/pictures019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3309/696/320/pictures019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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title='dorm'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-114987070537226767</id><published>2006-06-09T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:31:45.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just an update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday i met up with my highschool friends from st. paul, charisse, katrine and cathy. dapat kasama si claire kaso di siya pinayagan ng mom niya. we went to sm mall of asia. three times pa lang ako nakapunta ng mall of asia. third ung kahapon. anyways tagal na naming di nagkita. more than one year na. charisse and i went to same school in la salle dasma tapos katrine is in ust and cathy is in st. scho. busy na kami with school kaya di na kami gaano updated with each other. well what happened was we ate lunch at french baker tapos we watched a movie, the omen 666 (grabe na nga ito, napanood ko na yata halos lahat ng movies).  nice movie pero di ko gusto ung ending. okay ung cinema nila. ganda. all in all the movie experience was great. nice movie, great place and good friends. we wanted to try the imax kaso ayaw namin ung palabas, ung philippine team everest expedition. kaya we watched na lang regular cinema. after the movie nilibot namin ung mall of asia. napagod kami and nagutom kaya kumain kami. nag-take out kami ng food tapos dun kami sa sea side kumain and nag take ng pictures. tapos kwentuhan ulit. ganda kasi we saw the sunset tapos lakas pa ng hangin. kaya it felt so great. naalala ko tuloy ung mga moments namin when we were in highschool. nung kumakain kami nakaupo kami sa floor just like what we use to do in school. during break time will at the back of our classroom, we eat there tapos we share pa our food with each other. bonding talaga. can't wait for our next reunion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today naman my pinsan, ate ruby gave birth to her second child, a boy. ako, si mommy at tito gil ang nagdala sa kanya sa hospital. ung first child niya si chin-chin wanted the name to be eugene bryan. nice name. excited nako makita ang bago kong pamangkin. hehehehe......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay na siya and she's still in the hospital nagpapahinga pa. after we went to the hospital punta naman kami ng mall to buy some things for my new dorm. lipat ako ng dorm kasi dun na kami sa hospital so lumipat ako sa dorm na malapit doon. this time ako lang mag-isa. okay lang naman kaya ko yan. gustong-gusto ung bago kong dorm. para na nga akong my sariling condo unit hehehehe....the place is really nice.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9517507.post-114932733476109225</id><published>2006-05-30T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:41:02.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enrollment</title><content type='html'>today is our enrollment. this only mean something lapit na pasukan....&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it. ang bilis ng vacation. second year student na ako.&lt;br /&gt;now it's time to study, do assignments, projects, etc.&lt;br /&gt;now i have to face ANATOMY! and i need to pass the qualifying exam.&lt;br /&gt;hay! hirap maging student!&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-114932733476109225?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-9517507.post-114932456320259159</id><published>2006-05-29T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:18:34.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3309/696/1600/x-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3309/696/1600/x-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3309/696/320/x-3.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3309/696/1600/da%20vinci%20code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3309/696/320/da%20vinci%20code.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3309/696/1600/poster1_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3309/696/320/poster1_full.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the three movies i watched last weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;all of the movies were great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;can't wait to watch a movie again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-114932456320259159?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114932456320259159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=114932456320259159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114932456320259159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114932456320259159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/movie-weekend.html' title='movie weekend'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-114811057553751975</id><published>2006-05-01T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T15:49:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 18th birthday</title><content type='html'>yup tomorrow is my 18th birthday. wow! im going to be 18th. well about the celebration i still don't know what to do. i know it's tomorrow and still i don't have any plans. maybe i'll just spend it with my family. my lola and some of my relatives just arrived for a vacation and it is very timely because it is my 18th birthday. im so looking forward to my birthday even though i have no plans yet. just the idea that i reached 18 makes me very happy and thankful for my life and everything that i have. anyways it's my 18th birthday and i came up with the idea to make a list of some things that i want to receive for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my own car - now that i really know how to drive i want to have one&lt;br /&gt;2) a trip out of the country - id like to visit copenhagen in denmark or asian countries like&lt;br /&gt;singapore, bangkok or shanghai, china&lt;br /&gt;3) a black laptop - any brand will do&lt;br /&gt;4) an iPod - a black 60 GB iPod with video&lt;br /&gt;5) a digital camera - some of my choices are Sony Cyber Shot T9, Canon Powershot&lt;br /&gt;SD 600&lt;br /&gt;6) a new watch - im thinking of swatch, guess or fossil&lt;br /&gt;7) a perfume or cologne - i wanna try lacoste pink&lt;br /&gt;8) tickets to watch games - PBA tickets&lt;br /&gt;9) flip flops - cute pairs of flip flops to add to my collection&lt;br /&gt;10) stuff from EGG - i like the things they sell&lt;br /&gt;11) a bag - i want a guess bag&lt;br /&gt;12) a wallet - i also want it to be guess&lt;br /&gt;13) new sneakers - i love sneakers&lt;br /&gt;14) new clothes -anything will do&lt;br /&gt;15) magazines - candy, meg, pink, seventeen, chalk, stuff&lt;br /&gt;16) pillows and stuffed toys - i love them&lt;br /&gt;17) oreos - anything with oreos&lt;br /&gt;18) accessories for my phone- hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-114811057553751975?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114811057553751975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=114811057553751975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114811057553751975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114811057553751975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-18th-birthday.html' title='my 18th birthday'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-114629281701885818</id><published>2006-04-29T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:45:24.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oreo cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/10544/640/oreos005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/143/10544/320/oreos005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorites &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-114629281701885818?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114629281701885818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=114629281701885818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114629281701885818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114629281701885818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2006/04/oreo-cheesecake_29.html' title='oreo cheesecake'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-114407613650601704</id><published>2006-04-03T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:55:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend</title><content type='html'>last sunday was a family day for us. my cousins went to our house. we played some board games and watched tv. we also had a vcd marathon. saya....!!! we watched four movies, the exorcism of emily rose, raise your voice, just like heaven and if only. lahat naman nice movies pero what i really like is the movie just like heaven. i like reese witherspoon. tapos ang gusto ko kasi eh romantic comedy kind of movie. of course di complete ang araw ko kung di ako magdadrive. actually mga five times ata ako nagdrive that day. sabi kasi ng mom ko i need constant practice. plus i need to master the humps tapos ung turning kaya i practice sa village. i have no problem na with highways kasi straight naman eh.  i have this tendency kasi na mataranta pagamarami ng turns and curves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-114407613650601704?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114407613650601704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=114407613650601704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114407613650601704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114407613650601704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-weekend.html' title='my weekend'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-114385990756567227</id><published>2006-04-01T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:57:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i just finished my driving lessons for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had so much fun. sarap magdrive.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;share ko lang ung nangyari kanina:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nung nagdadrive me nakita ni kuya john ung friend niya na nagaantay ng masasakyan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so pinasakay namin ung friend ni kuya john (instructor ko) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapos bigla ba namang nagtanong ung friend ni kuya john na "girlfriend mo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ako girlfriend niya?????....ngek!.....well nagulat ako as in, buti di nakaaffect sa driving ko!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......ok lang siya...student po kaya niya ako!......hehehehe....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways sabi ng instructor ko galing na ako...hehehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at saka di na ako namamatayan....di na niya ako tinuturuan as in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nagdadrive na ako on my own.....pero siyempre medyo slight kabado pa me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to my instructors kuya john and jude....(parehas pang j hehehehe)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa patience nila sa pagturo sa akin....hehehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last thursday naman i went to school to get my class cards (DLSU-D).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grabe! kabang-kaba talaga ako...akala ko may line of 7 ako sa grades....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baka maout na ako, strict kasi sa nursing nagtatanggal talaga sila....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to my surprise my grades are higher than i expected...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ang target ko is to have 85 and above...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para safe ako sa cut off kung meron man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so lucky di nga ako nakakuha ng grade lower than 85 (thank god!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then lalo pa ako naging happy kasi i was given a certificate of recognition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kasi kasama ako sa college honor list....sooooo haaappppyyyy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapos pati pa friend ko si fem kaya ang saya saya ko talaga....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(by the way congrats din po!)...feeling ko super duper blessed ako......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sobrang thankful talaga ako....hehehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-114385990756567227?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114385990756567227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=114385990756567227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114385990756567227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114385990756567227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-news.html' title='good news'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-114362597675764348</id><published>2006-03-29T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:08:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans for this summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;school is finally over! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank god i don't have summer classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i am on vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before summer vacation i've already planned some activities to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) learn how to drive-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well im still on it. i already have my student permit and by the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is the fourth day of my driving lessons and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think im doing good (??). i just need more practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saya magdrive! hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) learn how to swim-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in preparation for my pe swimming class next school year i'll be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking up swimming lessons. goodluck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) do an advance reading and study about anatomy and other subjects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really need to study in advance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my course is really hard and i need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to maintain my grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) dvd/vcd marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would always watch movies but because of the finals &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the requirements needed in school i didn't have time to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) to see my friends again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss hanging out with them and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna know what's up with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) spend time with my famliy at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss my family and our house...hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i stay at the dorm during weekdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-114362597675764348?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114362597675764348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=114362597675764348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114362597675764348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114362597675764348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2006/03/plans-for-this-summer.html' title='plans for this summer'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-114320040023680860</id><published>2006-03-24T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:40:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a very stressful day. it was the last day of our intro class. finally it's over. i also completed the signatures needed for my clearance. and today i just stayed home watched some movies and tv programs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-114320040023680860?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114320040023680860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=114320040023680860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114320040023680860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114320040023680860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-114293608206520745</id><published>2006-03-21T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:14:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in a name?</title><content type='html'>cecile:&lt;br /&gt;you are a quick study, and can be self-taught. your curiosity can get the best of you, but you must learn to concentrate. you can be quite inventive and quite curious. you need to learn concentration and not to scatter your mental energies. you are relatively demonstrative in your affections. you enjoy being stroked verbally and physically. you have a diplomatic flair to your nature. equality and fairness are important to you. you need to learn to be expressive. you are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;birthday: may 2, 1988&lt;br /&gt;personality card number: 6&lt;br /&gt;character card number: 6&lt;br /&gt;the lovers - personality card&lt;br /&gt;synopsis:  a relationship or love affair with a trial or choice involved.&lt;br /&gt;general description:&lt;br /&gt;this card combines two topics. it indicates a great experience in love, yet also presents us with the perception that this step is connected with a necessary decision: the renunciation of the previous framework of life (the parental home, the bachelor existence, the many flirtations) and the clear avowal of one love. only this step will lead to the overwhelming experience shown by the Lovers. this card therefore used to be called "The Decision." it can also indicate necessary decisions that have little or nothing to do with love. in such cases, it means that we must decide with our whole heart, without rancor, and without keeping an escape route open. which of the two themes this card emphasizes can only be determined according to the background of the question asked. in any case, it means the great unconditional "yes."&lt;br /&gt;growth card number: 15&lt;br /&gt;the devil- growth tarot card&lt;br /&gt;synopsis:  inhibitions, blocks and fears which, once removed, release positive energy.&lt;br /&gt;general description:&lt;br /&gt;of all the Tarot cards, the Devil is the most difficult to comprehend (in keeping with his nature), since he wears an individual face for each person. the experience that he characterizes is marked by dependence, loss of will, the failure of good intentions, as well as courses of action that go against our convictions. the Devil corresponds to the dark side of many Tarot cards: in contrast to the Magician (I), he is the Black Magician. he is part of the dark side of the High Priestess (II); the insincerity and worship of materialism shown in the opposing principle of the Hierophant (V); the side of the Lovers (VI) that has degenerated to a power struggle or soulless lustfulness; and the corruptible or self-righteous shadow of justice (XI). he embodies the unbridled greed of Strength (VIII); intemperance in contrast to proper Temperance (XIV). he is the ruler of wide portions of the Moon (XVIII) landscape. the Devil naturally appears to us in his most enticing form as the Tempter. the card shows that we are playing with fire and have to be as careful as hell (!) not to burn our fingers in the process. on a deeper level it means that the background of the question brings us into contact with our own shadow side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-114293608206520745?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114293608206520745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=114293608206520745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114293608206520745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114293608206520745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-in-name.html' title='what&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-114276077340435854</id><published>2006-03-19T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:32:53.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back...</title><content type='html'>hello everyone! finally im back...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;four months....it was soooo long! grabe! busy talaga sa school ang hirap pagsabayin...&lt;br /&gt;that's why i wasn't able to check my blog anymore...pero it's ok im already back!!!&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my finals last friday. pero school is not yet finish for me. i still have to attend a two-day intro class, one of our school requirements. kainis nga lang kasi the first day is on monday then the second day would be on thursday..... sana monday and tuesday na lang.&lt;br /&gt;anyways that's all for now.....&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-114276077340435854?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114276077340435854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=114276077340435854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114276077340435854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/114276077340435854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back.html' title='im back...'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-113213625654894366</id><published>2005-11-16T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:17:36.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>college talaga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know it's been a while.....i was so busy......i don't have any time....and if i do id rather sleep and take some rest....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's already second sem.....nagdodorm na ako! i have no choice all of my classes are early in the morning......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;plus my subjects are harder. it' really not that easy but i had to do it....all of my life i was always with my parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;specially my mom. at first i really don't know if i'll be able to do it....i had doubts...and i am happy to say that i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;able to adjust and i was able to do things that i never thought i will be able to do....i am so proud of myself.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my parents upported me so much.....plus the support of my friend and roommate fem....she really helped me a lot in adjusting and doing some stuff.....i just hope i will be able to survive college.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-113213625654894366?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/113213625654894366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=113213625654894366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/113213625654894366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/113213625654894366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/11/college-talaga.html' title='college talaga!'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-111520091393208825</id><published>2005-05-04T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:01:53.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to reduce stress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.  Pray.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Go to bed on time.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Say no to projects that won’t fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     mental health.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Delegate tasks to capable others.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Simplify and uncluttered your life.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Allow extra time to do things and to get places.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don’t lump the hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     things all together&lt;br /&gt;10.  Take one day at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11.  Separate worries from concerns. If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       you to do and let go of the anxiety. If you can’t do anything about a situation, forget it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12.  Live within your budget; don’t use credit cards for ordinary purchases.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        extra stamps, etc.&lt;br /&gt;14.  K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        trouble.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Do something for the kid in you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;17.  Get enough exercise.&lt;br /&gt;18.  Eat right.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Get organized so everything has its placed.&lt;br /&gt;20.  While driving, listen to a tape or CD that can help improve your quality of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21.  Write thoughts and inspirations down.&lt;br /&gt;22.  Everyday find time to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;23.  Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don’t &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        wait until it’s time to go to bed to try and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24.  Make fiends with Godly people.&lt;br /&gt;25.  Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.&lt;br /&gt;26.  Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is offer a good “Thank you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        Jesus".&lt;br /&gt;27.  Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;28.  Laugh some more.&lt;br /&gt;29.  Take your work seriously, but yourself not at all.&lt;br /&gt;30.  Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing they’re best they can).&lt;br /&gt;31.  Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most).&lt;br /&gt;32.  Sit in your ego.&lt;br /&gt;33.  Talk less; listen more.&lt;br /&gt;34.  Slow down.&lt;br /&gt;35.  Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;36.  Every night before bed, think of one thing that you are grateful for that you’ve never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        been grateful for before.&lt;br /&gt;see yah around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-111520091393208825?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/111520091393208825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=111520091393208825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111520091393208825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111520091393208825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-reduce-stress.html' title='how to reduce stress...'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-111503027345482856</id><published>2005-05-03T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:35:42.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new car?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5535/640/mainjazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 1px solid; WIDTH: 417px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 1px solid; HEIGHT: 198px" height="185" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5535/400/mainjazz.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honda jazz &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! i got a new car as a birthday gift from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;nah! im just kidding....hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;okay lately i've been thinking of having my own car....weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;im seventeen, a student and i wanna have my own car....&lt;br /&gt;me driving my own car (that's hot!) hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;my mom thinks it's okay for me to drive but now is not the right time.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks im too young and that i should concentrate first on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;i guess she's right. i should set first what my priorities in life are,&lt;br /&gt;one is to study hard and finish school, then the rest will follow.&lt;br /&gt;but we had deal (hehehehe) if i'll be a good girl and i'll have good grades&lt;br /&gt;they'll buy me my own car (this would be my motivation to study hard!).&lt;br /&gt;see yah around!&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-111503027345482856?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/111503027345482856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=111503027345482856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111503027345482856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111503027345482856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-car.html' title='a new car?'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-111468264877573587</id><published>2005-04-28T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T18:04:08.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im getting older....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;three more days to go and it''ll be my 17th birthday. wow! im gonna be 17. man im getting older! but it's all good! im still thinking of how im gonna spend my birthday but it'll be with my family as always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bottom line is for me to be happy on my birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here are some of my birthday gift list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) a new cellphone unit (which i hope my mom will buy me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) a new watch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) another pair of sneakers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i love sneakers!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) the CD of MYMYP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i don't have money to buy it cause i just bought nina's live album)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 5) to buy everything i want?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehehehehehe......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-111467937411876354</id><published>2005-04-28T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:02:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-111467937411876354?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/111467937411876354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=111467937411876354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111467937411876354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111467937411876354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/04/school-stuff.html' title='school stuff'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-111459726580994295</id><published>2005-04-27T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:21:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the A-Z of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;   most worn Article of clothing:&lt;br /&gt;      my esprit pants...it fits me well...that's what i think..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;    current favorite Bands/songs:&lt;br /&gt;      i like spongecola's version of the song crazy for you...nad right now im listening to nina's&lt;br /&gt;      new album "nina live".....i sooooo love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;   one thing i love about my Country:&lt;br /&gt;      the food, people and so many interesting places on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;   my Depression busters:&lt;br /&gt;      food, listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;   what did you Eat last:&lt;br /&gt;      bread with garlic cheese spread on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F   &lt;/strong&gt;fave Fictional character:&lt;br /&gt;      nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;   Gummy bears or Gummy worms:&lt;br /&gt;      gummy bears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H &lt;/strong&gt;  How i spent yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;      went to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I  &lt;/strong&gt;  If i could go anywhere in the world, I'd go..:&lt;br /&gt;      to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J  &lt;/strong&gt;  fave Juice drink:&lt;br /&gt;      mango and orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;   my future Kids' names:&lt;br /&gt;      i don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L &lt;/strong&gt;  one thing Lacking in my life:&lt;br /&gt;      uuhhmmm......can't think of one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;  Meaning of my name:&lt;br /&gt;      i have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;   what makes me nervous:&lt;br /&gt;      when i am in front of a big crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O &lt;/strong&gt;  Oldest thing you have:&lt;br /&gt;      i think it's my "hotdog" ung mahabang pillow...hehehehe..my tita gave it to me when i was in&lt;br /&gt;      grade school and up to know i still use it....it's my favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;   my Phobias:&lt;br /&gt;      ghost, death, snakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;   my Quirkiest trait:&lt;br /&gt;      do i have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R &lt;/strong&gt;  Reason to smile:&lt;br /&gt;      family, friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S &lt;/strong&gt;  what makes me sad:&lt;br /&gt;      my family and friends getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T &lt;/strong&gt; TV show that makes me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;     FRIENDS, America's Funniest Home Videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;  Unknown fact about me:&lt;br /&gt;      deep inside my strong personality (that's what they say) i am a sweet person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;   Vegetable i hate:&lt;br /&gt;      O-K-R-A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt; Worst habit:&lt;br /&gt;      sleeping too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X &lt;/strong&gt;  X-cellent advice:&lt;br /&gt;      "you can't please everybody"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;   Yummiest midnight snack:&lt;br /&gt;      chocolate? di ako nagmimidnight snack....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z   &lt;/strong&gt;are you true to your Zodiac sign?:&lt;br /&gt;     ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way i got the questions in a magazine.....&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-111459726580994295?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/111459726580994295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=111459726580994295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111459726580994295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111459726580994295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/04/a-z-of-me.html' title='the A-Z of me'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-111459427813171335</id><published>2005-04-27T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:36:33.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was my first time</title><content type='html'>last monday something unforgettable happened to me. i can't even believe that it happened to me. it was my first time.....here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;went to the gym and attended my aerobic class. so we worked out, throwed some kicks and punches. by the way that day we are scheduled to do taebo. i did sweat a lot. i was go na go as in go na go talaga. i was having fun at the same time. but then after like 30 minutes of workout "sumama pakiramdam ko" so i stopped then i continued again. i thought i was already okay but i was wrong. so i approached my mom and said to her i wasn't feeling okay. then "nahilo nako para akong lantang gulay????........di na me conscious..... i think 50 percent of me was concious. it's difficult to explain. my eyes got blurred. everything around me was black! i can only hear some voices. then my mom let me ate candies cause my instructor said maybe i don't have sugar in my body anymore cause i did not ate breakfast that morning. so my mom was totally nervous! actually the whole class was stopped because of what happen to me. my instructor kept on asking questions just to check if i was still conscious. so many people holding me...giving me massages....i don't know who they are cause my eyes were closed the whole time. from what i remember my instructor even gave me his energy drink or something not sure what it is.&lt;br /&gt;then one of the student in my class called up an ambulance....that was my first time to be on an ambulance!....anyways i was brought to the nearby hospital. at the hospital i had oxygen and they checked out my blood sugar and my blood pressure. the doctor said was fine. what happened to me was hyper something i forgot the what its called basta it was hyper something. from what i remember i also lost a lot of oxygen he said. i need daw to breathe properly while doing my exercises. my mom said naman that she thinks i was "nabigla". because what happened was i woke up had a shower and then went straight to the gym. anyways it was one hell of an experience....i had my first ride ever on an ambulance and my first time to faint in the middle of an aerobic class....haaaayyyy.....what a day for me!&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-111459427813171335?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-9517507.post-111413361879120065</id><published>2005-04-22T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T09:33:38.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's been a while since the last time i updated my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was busy with some stuffs and i had no time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) i applied as a campus patroller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; in a radio sation, magic 89.9 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to my surprised i got in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) i enrolled in a workshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really want to do join in this workshop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i have a problem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i applied as a campus patroller i never thought i'll be accepted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's why i decided to enroll in this workshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a week after i heard my name on the radio and i got in as a campus patroller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so now i am having problems regarding my schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am totally confused!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;offtopic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;raiz: hey friend! what's up thanks for helping me out for my demo tape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aji: thanks for the support and for listening to me always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-111413361879120065?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/111413361879120065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=111413361879120065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111413361879120065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111413361879120065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/04/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-111227008931011741</id><published>2005-03-31T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:57:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up?</title><content type='html'>what's up with me?&lt;br /&gt;+ well i got a new haircut. this time a different one. i don't know maybe for those who know me they'll be kinda surprised cause it's really not me well one day i just woke up and had the idea of changing my hairstyle and i did!&lt;br /&gt;+ it's sooooo hot so i went swimming with my cousins and relatives. as if i am a good swimmer...hehehe... well thank god we have swimming lessons in my school at least i know some strokes. anyways i had a blast and it was so fun! i got the chance to talk and bond with my relatives cause it's been a long time plus were all busy with our own thing.&lt;br /&gt;see yah around!&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-111227008931011741?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/111227008931011741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=111227008931011741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111227008931011741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111227008931011741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-up.html' title='what&apos;s up?'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-111157079963441588</id><published>2005-03-23T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:41:22.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's been a long time since i updated my blog account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had no time for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many things to do and to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 school requirements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had to pass all the requirements especially i am a graduating student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got stressed out! with all the lessons to study about, projects to accomplished &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man! never thought i could survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank god it's all done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 gratitude night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had to practice every free time we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had problems physically, mentally and financially...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we spent a lot of money for our performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was all good. it was for our parents anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;showing our gartitude for all the things they made for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank god it's all done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 graduation practices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at first it was ok but as it goes by i got sick of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you see we kept practicing every song again and again and again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i may not be doing assignments, seatworks our projects but its as equal as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its boring, i always felt sleepy...huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank god it's all done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-111157079963441588?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/111157079963441588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=111157079963441588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111157079963441588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/111157079963441588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/03/after-long-time.html' title='after a long time'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-110804302643423223</id><published>2005-02-10T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:49:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confessions&lt;br /&gt;Usher&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just when I thought I said all I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My chick on the side said she got one on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man I'm throwed and I dont know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I gotta give you part 2 of my confessionsIf I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn near cried when I got that phone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But to give you part 2 of my confessions&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]Now this gon' be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got me talkin' to myself askin' how I'm gon' tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'bout that chick on part 1 I told ya'll I was creepin' with, creepin' with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Said she's 3 months pregnant and she's keepin' it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first thing that came to mind was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Second thing was how do I know if it's mine and is it true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Third thing was me wishin' that I never did what I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How I ain't ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just when I thought I said all I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My chick on the side said she got one on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I gotta give you part 2 of my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn near cried when I got that phone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But to give you part 2 of my confessions&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]See when this stuff goes through be tryna figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When, what, and how I'mma let this come out of my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Said it ain't gon' be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I need to stop thinkin', contemplatin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be a man and get it over with (over with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm ridin' in my whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Racin' to her place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talkin' to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Preparin' to tell her to her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She open up the door and didn't want to come near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I said why ? baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please hear me&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just when I thought I said all I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My chick on the side said she got one on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I gotta give you part 2 of my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn near cried when I got that phone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But to give you part 2 of my confessions&lt;br /&gt;[Breakdown]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This by far is the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To tell you, the woman I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I'm having a baby by a woman that I barely even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you can accept the fact that I'm man enough to tell you this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And hopefully you'll give me another chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This ain't about my career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This ain't about my lifeIt's about us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just when I thought I said all I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My chick on the side said she got one on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I gotta give you part 2 of my confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn near cried when I got that phone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so throwed and I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But to give you part 2 of my confessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110804302643423223?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110804302643423223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110804302643423223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110804302643423223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110804302643423223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/02/confessions.html' title='confessions'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-110803414107976838</id><published>2005-02-10T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:34:00.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy...busy...busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this past few days i've been so busy that's why i wasn't able to update my blog. last week we had our departamental test, before that we had our intramurals and know we have whole lot of projects to do. will have our defense in research, our play for english (really excited about it!), swing, the dance for our PE subject, advanced algebra, good thing it's just a research and we have to submit an output, add to that our physics project, we have to compose a song related to the subject and make our own mtv huh! so many things to do! don't even know how to budget our time. good thing my groupmates in different subjects are all the same. at least there will be less conflict in my schedule of practices and meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;==================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one thing that keeps me worried about aside from the deadlines of our projects is my upcoming interview for my new school. actually it'll be on march 15 pa (fems birthday) but when the thing pops into my mind it makes me nervous and kind of excited. nervous cause i might not pass the interview.....i hope not!!! excited? i guess because it's something challenging and interesting for me. i already been through several interviews but this one is different. i should take this more seriously. this is for my college education! hell! i'll do whatever it takes for me to pass this interview!!! (that's the spirit! hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110803414107976838?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110803414107976838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110803414107976838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110803414107976838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110803414107976838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/02/busybusybusy.html' title='busy...busy...busy...'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-110803226972754655</id><published>2005-01-27T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:50:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last January 19-24 we went to Hong Kong. I was with my mom. We really had a good time together. We arrived at the Hong Kong airport around 11:00 in the morning. The weather was cold there was no sunshine. Our bus picked us up and then we went straight to our hotel, BP International Hotel, located at the heart of Kowloon, Hong Kong. It was my first day in Hong Kong and I already had a crush. During that time I was so tired and sleepy but when I saw him I was like oh my god! I felt different. It was like love at first sight….hehehe I know I sound like stupid but I really admire him sooooo much. He’s soooooooo cute! He’s the guy in the reception of the hotel. He’s name is Chris. Too bad I wasn’t able to get his surname as well as his Chinese name. A totally cute guy! Another reason for me to enjoy my stay in Hong Kong aside from shopping. After checking in we went to our room. It’s in the fourteenth floor, room 1406. The room was fine. There facilities were okay. Liked it so much. During our stay we visited a lot of places like the Avenue of Stars at Tsim Sha Tsui Promenade, Tse Sui Luen Jewelry Factory, Victoria Peak, Repulse Bay, Aberdeen, Jumbo Palace, and Ocean Park, etc. and of course we did a lot of shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110803226972754655?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110803226972754655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110803226972754655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110803226972754655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110803226972754655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/01/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-110533997184642852</id><published>2005-01-10T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:34:08.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;put away the pictures, put away the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i go over and over through my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've held them 'til i'm blind, they kept my hope alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;as if somehow that might keep you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;won't you believe in a love forevermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how do you leave it in a drawer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now here it comes, the hardest part of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how do i start to live my life alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;guess i'm just learning, learning the art of letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;try to say it's over, say the word good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but each time it catches in my throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're still here with me and i can't set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i hold on to what i wanted most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe someday we'll be friends forevermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wish i could open up that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now here it comes the hardest part of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how do i start to live my life alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;guess i'm just learning, learning the art of letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what can i say, what can i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but try to make it through the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;not one more day without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;where do i start to live my life alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess i'm learning, i'll be learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;learning the art of letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a song i heard in the radio and for me it's nice that's why i posted it in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by the way i am at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i did not go to school today because i am not feeling good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have fever and colds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; i wasn't able to sleep last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; i'll just take a rest, sleep, surf the internet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today and hope that i'll be ok tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110533997184642852?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110533997184642852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110533997184642852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110533997184642852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110533997184642852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/01/art-of-letting-go.html' title='the art of letting go'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-110527376225887456</id><published>2005-01-09T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:33:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>present...past...future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-O-L-L-E-G-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(kol’ ij)&lt;br /&gt;Noun&lt;br /&gt;An institution for higher, professional or vocational education.&lt;br /&gt;A body or a society that is member of a university or is coextensive with a university&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Almost 2 ½ months…10 weeks…69 days…1,656 hours…99,360 minutes…5,961,600 seconds to go and I’ll be graduating from high school. Right now we are required to wear black shoes with at least 2 inches high heels in preparation for our graduation. This month we are to wear it every Tuesdays and Thursdays, next month every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and on March we are to wear it everyday. Now we get to feel that we are really about to graduate and leave our school. To tell you the truth I am having a hard time wearing my heels. I’m the rubber shoes/flats/sneakers type of girl. I am not used to wearing shoes with high heels. Add to that the fact that we are wearing it while practicing for our dance and intramurals this month. My feet really need some foot massage and foot spa. But give me some time and I’ll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From high school and know college. Time flies so fast. About four years ago I was just in my first year in high school and know I’m in my fourth year and about to graduate. It happened so fast. Everything that happened to me during my high school years flashes back. My teachers, ex-classmates, my first day of school when I was a freshman, those two loooong hours of biology class…huh! (I always feel like sleeping in this subject), the very difficult trigonometry subject (hated it sooo much). The fights and happy moments I had with my friends and classmates. Wow! I’ve been through a lot. Sad to say (do I really mean it…hehehe) but I’m about to leave all these things behind, my teachers (what!..yahoo! hehehe), classmates (hmmmh), friends (huhuhu) and face a different world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;C-O-L-L-E-G-E.&lt;br /&gt;They say college is harder than high school. Right now I am scared at the same time excited.&lt;br /&gt;1) Scared because it’ll be different. You’ll be on your own. New school, classmates and surroundings plus the lessons will be harder. But let’s face it everyone passes this kind of experience. I’ll just take it as a challenge. At least know I’ll know how to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;2) Excited because I get to start again. I’ll gain new friends. I will be able to do things that I don’t get to do before.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways whatever happens to me it’s my destiny and I have to face it. It’s part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110527376225887456?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110527376225887456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110527376225887456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110527376225887456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110527376225887456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/01/presentpastfuture.html' title='present...past...future'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-110467378708217539</id><published>2005-01-02T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:49:47.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my first post this year (2005)! im glad i was able to survive a year again and this time a new year is ahead of me. you know people always asks "what's your new year's resolution?". to tell you the truth im sick and tired of hearing this question. i hate it! i don't know for other people but it really sucks! people asks this things every year. but the thing is they don't do it. they don't mean what they say. so for me why say it if you can't do it. you know just like making promises that you can't do. you know enough talking and saying it, just do it! maybe it works for other people, well then good for them and besides every person is unique. but i am not saying it's bad to have a new year's resolution it's just some people don't mean it anymore. for them it's like saying it for the sake of having one. plus why wait for a new year when you can do it anytime. so much for that thing! it's only my opinion and my own point of view. anyways we are entitled of our own opinions and ideas, right?. let's just do our very best not to commit again the mistakes we had last year. i hope we all learned something last year and be the better person we can be this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                               [*##*happy new year*##*]    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110467378708217539?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110467378708217539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110467378708217539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110467378708217539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110467378708217539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='new year&apos;s resolution'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-110439827418401717</id><published>2004-12-30T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:21:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up this morning at around 5:00 am because we went jogging. it felt good even if i was so tired. i was with my mom and my lola (age is 84 but she is still strong). afterwards we ate breakfast at jollibee...hehehe. after doing some exercise will make bawi in eating hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;=========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's sad that these past few days several bad things happened:the storms, the fire accidents, death of FPJ, earthquakes, the tsunami that destroyed a lot of people in south asia. it's very dissapointing. especially christmas had passed and a new year is about to come. what a way for us to welcome the new year (talking about the thousands of people who died and got injured in the tsunami incident). this morning my mom said "marami na nangyayari sa mundo ngayon mga natural calamities at kung anu-ano pa. i guess gusto lang ng diyos na magising tayo. madalas maraming tao sa mga malls mga pasyalan at gimikan pero sa mga simbahan paunti ng paunti ang mga nagdadasal at sumasamba sa kanya (god)." i was strucked by my mom's words. i guess she's right. maybe this was made by god to open our eyes. these days people prefer to go out and have fun than worshipping our creator. it's difficult to accept but it's the truth. even for myself sometimes i take him (god) for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let's all pray for the people who were affected by the natural calamities and may they be able to past this challenges. may these things enlighten us and for us to be back in his (god) ways again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;========================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ingat sa fireworks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy new year to evreyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;may we all have a prosperous new year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110439827418401717?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110439827418401717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110439827418401717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110439827418401717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110439827418401717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2004/12/some-thoughts.html' title='some thoughts'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-110421486861534986</id><published>2004-12-28T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T14:23:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today's just an ordinary day i'll stay at home watch tv, surf the internet, listen to good music, eat and sleep. nothing extraordinary. just chilling out after all the celebrations and parties we had this christmas. i still have hang over...hehehe. by the way i spent my christmas in tagaytay with my family and relatives. i really enjoyed it! the weather is different as well as the ambiance. it feels different. we get to relax, enjoy and spent time with our family. i got to play with my cousins. it's been a long time since i got the chance to be with them because we are all busy in school. i enjoyed it so much. definitely i look forward for more time with my family and relatives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;merry christmas again and happy new year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110421486861534986?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110421486861534986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110421486861534986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110421486861534986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110421486861534986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-celebration.html' title='christmas celebration'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-110387767225114749</id><published>2004-12-24T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T16:52:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;merry christmas &amp; happy new year !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:)family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*my dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*my lolos and lolas*my uncles and aunties*my cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:)friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*claire*charisse*cathy*chantal*katrine*femia*raiza*arlene*vanessa*pauline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*stephanie*mia*rose*tasha*muriel*iris*mitch*all of my classmates &amp;amp; ex-classmates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:)my inspirations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*wesley gonzales*chad michael murray*freddie prinze jr.*shane west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish you a merry christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish you a merry christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish you a merry christmas and a happy new year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110387767225114749?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110387767225114749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;favorite food: oreo cheesecake! anything with oreo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;favorite drink: iced tea, coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;favorite tv show: charmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;favorite book: the notebook by nicholas sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;favorite radio station: wave 89.1 "your lifestyle your music"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;ultimate crush: wesley gonzales and chad michael murray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;cheap thrill: ice cream!!!! any flavor will do! but what i really like is cookies n' cream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;greatest dream: to go to different places around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;three things can't live without:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    1 food...i'll be dead if i do not eat! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    2 water...baka madehydrate ako! hehehe...ulit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    3 shelter...a place for relaxation...hehehe...last na po!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;three special people in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    1 GOD (not kidding!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    2 family (of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    3 friends (para may mautangan ...hehehe joke!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt;three ultimate goals in life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    1 finish highschool and college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;get a job out of the country to earn a lot money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;    3 to be very successful as in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9517507.post-110379828442210335</id><published>2004-12-23T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T18:38:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my yesterday's agenda was to get a new haircut and i did. i have the longest hair in our class and my friends and classmates kept telling me to cut my hair but i didn't. i had no time. im always tinatamad. since it's holiday vacation i decided to cut my hair na. i had it done at this salon named going straight in a mall. honestly i don't know what kind of hairstyle will be nice to me so i just let the hairstylist do his thing. he did well. i liked my new hairstyle. not bad for spending 130-150 bucks (not so sure of the price) for a new hairstyle. my mom even liked it. at least there's something new in me this christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110379828442210335?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110379828442210335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110379828442210335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110379828442210335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110379828442210335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-haircut.html' title='a new haircut'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9517507.post-110360798813522647</id><published>2004-12-21T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T13:57:19.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>                             friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"in good times, in bad times i'll be on your side forever more, that's what friends are for."&lt;br /&gt;my friends played a big part of my life. a part of me would be nothing without them. most of my time are spent with them which in school. there were also there during those ups and downs of my life and i thank god for letting them be part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 arlene - we call her “aji”. we are classmates. the “Miss Perfectionist”. she’s my genius friend. a very intelligent person actually she’s the no. 1 in our class.&lt;br /&gt;2 cathy – she’s a business-minded person and knows a little of cooking and baking. when we were in our third year in highschool she sells brownies (love it!) and cookies. the VIP in our barkada she’s always late when we have gimmicks.&lt;br /&gt;3 chantal – simple and quiet person. we don’t see each other that much but when we get to, we try to talk and update on what happened with us.&lt;br /&gt;4 charisse – a very religious person just like her parents. she loves to tell jokes, laughs very loud and funny too. her house is our tambayan.&lt;br /&gt;5 claire – my closest friend. she loves doing things in her own way and sometimes breaks the rules. my other friends said we have very different personalities. we don’t have a lot in common but we get along together and we enjoy each other’s company…strange huh? it doesn’t matter it works for us.&lt;br /&gt;6 femia – fem for short. wise and intelligent. fourth in our class.&lt;br /&gt;nice to hang out with. with her there’s never a dull moment.&lt;br /&gt;7 iris – we went to the same school since pre-school but i never got the chance to be her classmate. a jolly person.&lt;br /&gt;8 katrine – just like aji and fem she’s also very intelligent. we’ve been friends for two years and we do have a good relationship as friends.&lt;br /&gt;9 muriel – i call her “muri”. we had this fight before and we never talked with each other for a long time and then this school year we just talked with each other as if nothing happened. suddenly were ok and were good friends again.&lt;br /&gt;10 raiza – raiz or rai-rai. i just met her this school year because we are classmates. we have the same interest, basketball players.&lt;br /&gt;11 tasha – i call her “tash”. a very good friend of mine. she was my classmate from first year to third year. we never thought we’ll be classmates for straight three years. actually we thought that we’ll be classmates again this school year but unfortunately we did not.&lt;br /&gt;12 vanessa – vane. i met her this year and we are classmates just like raiz. she seats in our classroom near me that’s why we always talk when we have spare time or during breaks. she shares some thoughts in her love life and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i’m very thankful for having them and i also want to thank them for the Christmas gifts they gave me. i appreciated it so much.&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas and happy new year to you guys!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110360798813522647?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-9517507.post-110352791646748336</id><published>2004-12-20T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T16:05:13.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my activities yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;-- late in the morning we went to the church to hear mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;-- we ate lunch at robinson's manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;-- my mom went for shopping. she bought two new tops from lacoste and dockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;-- then we went to rockwell to buy my adidas sneakers and we did some shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;*the story behind my new adidas shoes:&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to buy it at adidas glorietta branch but they don't have size that i wanted same thing with adidas greenbelt branch. i felt very sad i really wanted that sneakers. good thing my mom asked the clerk at what adidas branch can we find one. the clerk called different branches of adidas and the rockwell branch have one with the size that i wanted. since it was late already my mom decided to just buy it tomorrow afternoon and so we reserved it na lang. that's how i really liked the shoes huh! that night we also watched the fireworks display in greenbelt (nice!) while listening to christmas songs and drinking coffee...what a night!&lt;br /&gt;*everybodys making their own wish list so here's mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1  adidas sneakers (already got it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2  mini ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3  lacoste polo tees (in different colors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4  adidas bag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5  two pair of jeans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;  new watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7  have a very memorable christmas celebration with my family and relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110352791646748336?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110352791646748336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110352791646748336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110352791646748336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110352791646748336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2004/12/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-110352682049098403</id><published>2004-12-20T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T15:17:22.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes! my exams for our third quarter is finally over. enough of those formulas and problem solving! now i can take a long rest and do whatever i want. i can stay up as late as i want to. watch tv while eating some stuffs, surf the internet and update my blog account, chat with my friends, listen to my favorite radio station, read magazines and of course my favorite sleeping...zzzzhhhh...longer sleeping time....i'll sleep and sleep....but then im gonna miss those times where my friends and i hang out inside our classroom during recess and lunch time. we just share some stories and jokes (most of us laughs so loud!). chill out and have fun together and enjoy each other's company. anyways ill just wait for the resume of our classes next year! in the meantime i'll enjoy my holiday vacation and make the most out of it! hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110352682049098403?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110352682049098403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110352682049098403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110352682049098403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110352682049098403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-vacation.html' title='christmas vacation'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-110274555690743139</id><published>2004-12-11T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T14:59:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lrt...the mrt...and me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;since i am not joining my classmates in our field trip i decided to go with my mom and my uncle. my mom had to get something from her friend in manila by the way im from paranaque. the bad news is we’ll not use our car. my mom said that its traffic plus its difficult to find a safe parking lot. we parked our car at duty free and looked for a taxi. so first we rode a taxi all the way to the LRT station. it was my second time to ride the LRT i think the last time was when I was still in grade 6. so my mom gave me the card you are supposed to insert in the machine (i don’t know what its called). i was very confident that what I am doing is right but then the machine won’t accept the card. i was like what am i going to do! i was calling my mom and uncle trying to ask them on what should i do but they did not heard me there were a lot of people there and the noise was too loud. good thing somebody helped me…the person behind me. i don’t even know who helped me if it’s a man or a woman. it was really stupid of me the card was baliktad! i was really embarrass! gusto ko na lang matunaw!!!! i can’t even look at the person behind me. anyway so much for that kahihiyan that i got. we rode the LRT na. it was ok. good thing we were able to sit and it was air-conditioned. while at the LRT i can’t stop thinking what happened to me but then i realized na its ok. it’s a learning experience. after a few minutes we already reached our destination. my mom got what she needed. we passed by this new MRT station and my uncle and my mom decided why not we try it. so we did. we tried the vending machine thing so you can buy your ticket and were like how do you do this?..... we just read the instructions and good thing we were able to do it. i should admit we are three ignorant persons. we are used to riding our own cars….hehehe there were a lot of passengers i guess because its already night and people were about to go home na. the ride was ok even if I don’t get to sit. i was like you’re a guy then let me sit…hehehehe….i was saying pa in my mind na he’s not a gentleman. but it’s so unfair for me to think that way. we did paid the same fare and it’s his right to sit. well that’s my opinion I don’t know about other people. we reached na our destination and then we rode a bus and then a taxi all the way to duty free. we were so tired, thirsty and hungry. there we ate our dinner. we ate a lot of food! while eating my mom was teasing me na when i go to college i’ll experience it again. ill admit, i hate it. ayokong magcommute! (i don’t know if the spelling is correct.) i can’t stand the siksikan and the pollution. i maybe acting maarte but you know how hard it is. im really surprised that other people can stand it. i admire them so much! siguro it’s sanayan lang. what else can they do! it was really an experience. after some conversation, we were all tired and sleepy, so we decided to go home na. there were a lot of things that happened last night and just like what i wrote a while ago it was really a learning experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110274555690743139?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110274555690743139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110274555690743139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110274555690743139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110274555690743139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2004/12/lrtthe-mrtand-me.html' title='the lrt...the mrt...and me...'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-110260032199669752</id><published>2004-12-09T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:01:15.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day before my field trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess when you hear the word "field trip" you think of those times when you guys were still in highschool...i know how it feels....you get excited about it....you get to go out of your school and classroom together with your classmates...im in my fourth year na and will be having na our fieldtrip.this year's theme is nature tripping. will go hiking and we get to go inside this cave....interesting huh?....but not for me! because i don't get to join them! actually there are four reasons why i cannot join the trip:&lt;br /&gt;1) my parents&lt;br /&gt;especially my mom. they won't allow me. my mom thinks its dangerous even i kept on saying that it's safe. she won't change her mind anymore.&lt;br /&gt;2) it's the place&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Banahaw is our destination. it's in quezon. we all know what happen there the flashfloods and some stuffs...plus the NPA's there (don't know if it's true but they say that there is. they are the protectors of the illegal logging there)...but my teacher said that the place we were about to go was not affected by the typhoon yoyong and winnie....&lt;br /&gt;3) my friend&lt;br /&gt;fem. she was supposed to be my partner in the trip but her parents won't allow her too. i have other friends to go with but it's different when you get to spend it with your closest friend in your class.....&lt;br /&gt;4) im scared!&lt;br /&gt;really scared! we will go inside this cave and it's so small and will go there inside one by one meaning i'll go inside it by myself. im scared i might not be able to get out of the cave alive! i still want to graduate!!!!!! i wanna go to college and have my own job!!!!!....(overacting!) hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just have to look things in a positive way!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at least my mom showed how much she cared to me...that she don't want me to get hurt.....huhuhuhuhhu (cry nako!) my parents really love me! hehehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&gt;i get to stay at home take a loooooong rest and sleep (i love sleeping!), watch tv and dvd's and eat and eat and eat......yahhoooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on a serious note i can study my lessons na since my exams will be next week.....il be able to get good grades pa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i hope i'll just have a good day tomorrow and i wish my classmates and friends will have a good time together and have a safe trip!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110260032199669752?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110260032199669752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110260032199669752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110260032199669752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110260032199669752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-before-my-field-trip.html' title='the day before my field trip...'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</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-9517507.post-110250309368357829</id><published>2004-12-08T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:02:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my beginning...&lt;br /&gt;well finally i have my own now...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;i hope those guys who will read whatever i am going to write enjoy it...&lt;br /&gt;ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9517507-110250309368357829?l=cesnotebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/feeds/110250309368357829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9517507&amp;postID=110250309368357829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110250309368357829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9517507/posts/default/110250309368357829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cesnotebook.blogspot.com/2004/12/beginning.html' title='the beginning....'/><author><name>ces</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10949851391166129691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
