<?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-7904016258919958237</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:57:11.303+08:00</updated><category term='food sci'/><category term='math 4'/><category term='essay'/><category term='magnesium'/><category term='first post'/><category term='eraserheads'/><category term='stress'/><category term='geekiness'/><category term='writer&apos;s block'/><category term='ramayana'/><title type='text'>fast.forward. // there's no stopping us.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904016258919958237.post-1129592268171576302</id><published>2009-03-22T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:49:12.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mg2010 = &lt;3</title><content type='html'>They say a picture is worth a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E paano kaya kung maraming pictures? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/magnesium.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 271px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/magnesium.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really express how much I love this section. Sure, I was rather aloof at the beginning, but I guess you can't stay aloof for 10 months when you're with Mg. It was amazing, really, how everybody just bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm running out of words to say, just as time's almost up for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1129592268171576302?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1129592268171576302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1129592268171576302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1129592268171576302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1129592268171576302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2009/03/mg2010-3.html' title='Mg2010 = &lt;3'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-9173999513825032127</id><published>2009-03-15T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:30:10.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoaaaa.</title><content type='html'>It's summer already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm posting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...not really. Just checking. I'm alright, anyway. Or at least I think I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/eraserheads/track/palamig" title="'Eraserheads - Palamig' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Eraserheads - Palamig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-9173999513825032127?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9173999513825032127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=9173999513825032127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/9173999513825032127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/9173999513825032127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoaaaa.html' title='Whoaaaa.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8447268103338955055</id><published>2009-01-05T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:29:13.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe going stag would be awesome after all.</title><content type='html'>So I was reading through my Multiply inbox earlier -- a habit I've fallen into these past few months. And then, there was this post by my former classmate of mine from Grade 7 regarding prom, her main point being "Having a prom date isn't the be-all and end-all of your prom experience -- you can have fun without a date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, it struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you read that right. I, the dateless b****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. I was kind of worrying last night, no thanks to a certain friend of mine asking if I already had a date. I was worrying that I'd be the only dateless one -- some friends (ahem) have dates already, after all. But after reading that post -- well, I guess having a date would actually be a hindrance for me. Heh. Let me enjoy myself, for once. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there's still fourth year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cross-posted at my LJ*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8447268103338955055?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8447268103338955055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8447268103338955055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8447268103338955055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8447268103338955055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-going-stag-would-be-awesome-after.html' title='maybe going stag would be awesome after all.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-5791299423466165776</id><published>2008-12-12T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:39:06.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuckstuckstuck</title><content type='html'>Writing here now because I'm in CS and shiz. (LJ, why aren't you in the freaking whitelist? T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more subject to go, and it's already the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, I wanna sleep. Been staying up far too late for the past week -- that's what hell week does to you, m'deah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well. It's already STR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-5791299423466165776?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5791299423466165776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=5791299423466165776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5791299423466165776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5791299423466165776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuckstuckstuck.html' title='Stuckstuckstuck'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-790129344356343314</id><published>2008-12-05T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:31:48.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost it.</title><content type='html'>I'm really, really losing motivation nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even writing here feels like a chore already. Well, technically it was -- this was a requirement, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll stop blogging here, though. Maybe I'll keep this until the end of the school year. Just for organization's sake. All third year memories in one blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-790129344356343314?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/790129344356343314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=790129344356343314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/790129344356343314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/790129344356343314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-it.html' title='lost it.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1337585804113209064</id><published>2008-12-02T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:45:31.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death&lt;/em&gt;. -- 1 Corinthians 15:26&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere before that time is what makes all human beings equal. No matter where we are in life, we will all eventually run out of time. The question now is, how do we spend the remaining time that we have? Should we wallow in regret, or do we seize the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Therene Timbang's passing remind us all that we should never take things for granted. That we should always make the most out of everything. We will never know when our time will run out. Death never chooses how old, or how wealthy, or how famous you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No day but today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Therene. I never had the chance to get to know her, but all the same, I hope and pray that she is in God's loving arms right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1337585804113209064?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1337585804113209064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1337585804113209064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1337585804113209064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1337585804113209064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='+'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-6596988932087812731</id><published>2008-12-02T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:19:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puff of air</title><content type='html'>Only 23 days left before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-three. That's only around three weeks and two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, there's still something missing around here. Something that would, for once, make me really look forward to Christmas. Something that would wake up the child in me -- the five-year old girl who wrote to Santa for her gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I doubt I'd be insanely gloomy this year -- I finally got rid of whatever was making me feel depressed the past two years of my life. Just because I already got rid of that hindrance, however, doesn't guarantee me a happy holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new void somewhere, and I can feel it. It's torturing, haunting the daylights out of me. It's come to the point where I can no longer ignore it -- frankly, I want that void to be filled. And although I would love Santa to grant me this wish, I realize that it cannot be granted, simply because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it isn't supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet that isn't truly depressing, because in a way, I already have what I want. It's just in a different form. I'd like it to take another shape, sure, but I guess this is fine in itself already. I just hate how discontented I am with its present form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wish this for Christmas instead: that I be contented with what I have, since these truly are blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope Santa hears me, just for one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/fall+out+boy/track/yule+shoot+your+eye+out" title="'Fall Out Boy - Yule Shoot Your Eye Out' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Fall Out Boy - Yule Shoot Your Eye Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-6596988932087812731?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6596988932087812731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=6596988932087812731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6596988932087812731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6596988932087812731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/12/puff-of-air.html' title='puff of air'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-5931619488664551902</id><published>2008-11-29T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:47:25.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November, November.</title><content type='html'>I know there's still one more day left before November officially ends but I felt like making this list so... yeah. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember Nov. '08 as that month when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost my wallet. On a Fair day. (If any of you guys find it.. please return it to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I failed a Chem LT for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I first passed two Math 4 LTs in one quarter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my GPA went down to its lowest EVER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I first commuted around Manila without my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I first rode the LRT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Chinatown, and to the National Museum for the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had three Frappes in one week. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wasn't extremely emo. :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally understood Physics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I practically slept the whole day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...basta. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+fray/track/you+found+me" title="'The Fray - You Found Me' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Fray - You Found Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-5931619488664551902?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5931619488664551902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=5931619488664551902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5931619488664551902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5931619488664551902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-november.html' title='November, November.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-477488750194608794</id><published>2008-11-24T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:41:43.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey.</title><content type='html'>Remind me not to eat too much, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I've been eating way too much the past few days. Actually, it's kinda normal for me -- although it's a bit worrying too. Normal, because.. yeah. It just is. And it's not like I eat a lot EVERY single day. There's just a particular week when I tend to eat excessively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. I do have to reduce my intake. I'm starting to feel sleepy way too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/snow+patrol/track/crack+the+shutters" title="'Snow Patrol - Crack The Shutters' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Snow Patrol - Crack The Shutters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-477488750194608794?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/477488750194608794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=477488750194608794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/477488750194608794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/477488750194608794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey.html' title='hey.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8836641959879552310</id><published>2008-11-23T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:07:54.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clearly unfocused.</title><content type='html'>Checklist for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;[x] SocSci HW 3.3&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In A Grove&lt;/span&gt; for English&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Study for Math LT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how unfocused I am? That's all I did this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of trying to cross out the items in that list, look what I'm doing. Blogging. Searching up stuff on Wikipedia. Researching about Gossip Girl (oo na, bagong guilty pleasure). Listening to songs on iTunes. Oh, and bloghopping. And thinking about... haha. Nevermind. It's still November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to think I have ADHD, with my attention span being short and all. I easily get bored and I am hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someonesomeonesomeone please save me from distractions. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+script/track/the+man+who+cant+be+moved" title="'The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8836641959879552310?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8836641959879552310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8836641959879552310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8836641959879552310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8836641959879552310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/clearly-unfocused.html' title='clearly unfocused.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-6858771276936542364</id><published>2008-11-22T09:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:06:00.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mali ang ikot ng mundo.</title><content type='html'>Wala lang. Ginusto ko lang sabihin iyon. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahihirapan na akong magsulat ngayon dito. Parang.. ewan. Wala naman akong problema ngayon. Siguro yun nga yung dahilan kung bakit hindi ako makapagsulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap maghanap ng inspirasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakshet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos siguro kung ikwekwento ko ang araw ko, pero hindi ako ganoon magsulat. Ewan ko lang. Mas gusto kong nagbabasa ng mga ganung blog entry kaysa sa magsulat ng ganoon. Siguro kasi panay inside joke lang mailalagay ko. Ayoko naman nun, walang makakaintindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At isa pa, parang nakakapagod siyang isulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakshet talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakshet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; Ako po ay nagpapaumanhin sa aking pagmumura sa blog entry na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/span&gt; Ang ganda ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crack The Shutters&lt;/span&gt; ng Snow Patrol. Seryoso. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/snow+patrol/track/crack+the+shutters" title="'Snow Patrol - Crack The Shutters' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Snow Patrol - Crack The Shutters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-6858771276936542364?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6858771276936542364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=6858771276936542364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6858771276936542364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6858771276936542364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/mali-ang-ikot-ng-mundo.html' title='mali ang ikot ng mundo.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1152723517331828406</id><published>2008-11-18T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:57:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>major writer's block.</title><content type='html'>I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a hard time writing about stuff. You know, words just don't flow out as easily as they used to. And it's scaring me, because writing's my primary emotional outlet -- after all, I don't really talk much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been feeling rather emotionally unstable these past few days. I'm at this point where I'm about to arrive at this decision I have to make, but somehow there's this small voice at the back of my head saying, "Do I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to take such a drastic measure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think I'm starting to become too bitter about things. Gone is the carefree me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...yeah, like this blog post is actually gonna help me deal with things. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/switchfoot/track/this+is+your+life" title="'Switchfoot - This Is Your Life' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Switchfoot - This Is Your Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1152723517331828406?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1152723517331828406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1152723517331828406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1152723517331828406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1152723517331828406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/major-writers-block.html' title='major writer&apos;s block.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-9223241111132009893</id><published>2008-11-15T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:17:20.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parang kumakain ng jumbo hotdog.</title><content type='html'>Screw our Physics HW. 76 items in one go. Is that reasonable? Also, what the heck are gravitational fields? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the weekend's long, you have to admit -- that is pretty insane. Especially if you also have Chem HW to do, a Filipino poem to write, and an English quiz to worry about too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention I still have to endure a three-hour trip home tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. Utter long weekend FAIL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-9223241111132009893?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9223241111132009893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=9223241111132009893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/9223241111132009893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/9223241111132009893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/parang-kumakain-ng-jumbo-hotdog.html' title='parang kumakain ng jumbo hotdog.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-9026703218034200019</id><published>2008-11-14T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:34:59.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist, kasi sabi ni ada. [edited!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we were talking about her wishlist during lunch and stuff, and she asked us to post our wishlists, so here I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starbucks planner! (Hello, consumerism)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panda stuffed toy! :D (Ahahaha. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://getblued.multiply.com/"&gt;GetBlued&lt;/a&gt; shirt! (I want the Atenista Defined shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cornelia Funke's Inkdeath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Markus Zusak's Getting The Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philip Pullman's The Butterfly Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christopher Paolini's Brisingr (I haven't read any new stuff in quite a while D: )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new pair of Adidas shoes. My pair from first year are worn out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A blue throw pillow. \:D/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Ateneo jacket. HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White chocolate &amp;lt;3 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A scanner. Yeah. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gtec refills =)) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chem toys! =)) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A watch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Non-material stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A prom date. :O (This is optional, although I'd really rather have one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Actually, someone to love. :D&lt;/strike&gt; I have all the people I'll ever need. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The courage and determination to just let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; Found it. As to how I found it... it's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs from all the people I care about. (That includes... nevermind. :P) &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Higher grades. (My average dropped miserably this quarter T_T)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;An outing with friends.&lt;/strike&gt; Manila was fun! Tiring, but fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pwning writing skillz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A talent I'd actually be able to call a talent. :O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;World peace (lols beauty queen answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Inner quiet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/goo+goo+dolls/track/slide" title="'Goo Goo Dolls - Slide' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Slide&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-9026703218034200019?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9026703218034200019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=9026703218034200019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/9026703218034200019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/9026703218034200019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishlist-kasi-sabi-ni-ada.html' title='wishlist, kasi sabi ni ada. [edited!]'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8389451533077887331</id><published>2008-11-13T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:00:31.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>refreshed.</title><content type='html'>I deleted some posts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They deserved it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to work on a new layout, I guess. It's rather timely, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8389451533077887331?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8389451533077887331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8389451533077887331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8389451533077887331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8389451533077887331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/refreshed.html' title='refreshed.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-5812064709811566698</id><published>2008-11-12T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:34:03.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted, but happy.</title><content type='html'>Seriously. That trip was really fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may feel really exhausted now and stuff, but yeah. All that walking was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yeah. May mga narealize ako na stuff. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, honestly. Kick-ass ang National Museum (Museum of the Filipino People). Seriously. Go visit it yourself to find out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dahlia, sorry I wasn't able to go to our reunion! I got back from the trip just a bit before 5, and I was really exhausted already, not to mention I still have an out-of-town trip tomorrow. Sorry! :( )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-5812064709811566698?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5812064709811566698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=5812064709811566698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5812064709811566698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5812064709811566698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/exhausted-but-happy.html' title='Exhausted, but happy.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-6737453811248586626</id><published>2008-11-10T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:23:05.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just noticed.</title><content type='html'>Howie Day's Collide never fails to hit me hard, no matter if I'm happy, or really down. Yeah, you know -- whenever I hear it play, I go all, "Oh, fark." Just like this morning in the car -- it started playing on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it takes on different meanings depending on my current situation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't seem to get tired listening to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I somehow find you and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I think I now get why it never fails to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/howie+day/track/collide"&gt;Howie Day - Collide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-6737453811248586626?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6737453811248586626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=6737453811248586626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6737453811248586626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6737453811248586626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-noticed.html' title='just noticed.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8979622678335322553</id><published>2008-11-03T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:45:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November na.</title><content type='html'>And it's seriously getting cold out there. In fact, I was slightly shivering during lunch today. Brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, Christmas is so darn near. I better start saving up. Heck, I better think of what things to shop for, and for whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I better bring my jacket to school on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we're back at the SHB. Mixed emotions ako, since we're now swamped with homework. Haha. But at least I'm done. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pardon me. This post is so... bleh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/paramore/track/for+a+pessimist%2c+im+pretty+optimistic" title="'Paramore - For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Paramore - For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8979622678335322553?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8979622678335322553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8979622678335322553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8979622678335322553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8979622678335322553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-na.html' title='November na.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8340266940251135997</id><published>2008-10-31T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:33:33.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hollow-een.</title><content type='html'>While everyone's watching HSM 3/masquerading as zombies, ghosts, or vampires (lol Sir Vlad XD)/snagging free candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm cooped up here, waiting for Dad to arrive, waiting for us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear, I'm getting emo by the minute. No, really. It feels like there's something absolutely lacking in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a freaking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...er, not THAT kind of rainbow. I guess you know what I mean -- I need more colour in my life. Hell, I NEED a life! I've been hauling my ass off to school these past few days -- and although there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; happy moments (Wednesday w00t), sometimes I feel that it's kind of getting repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know me. I hate routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. I need someone to love. Yeah. Bleh. Not necessarily in the romantic sense, mind you -- I just really want to meet someone new, someone wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying this because frankly, I'm getting scared of myself now. I'm getting scared that I'd be solely focused on academics and crap -- it's already beginning to happen. I'd like to, you know, be able to get high grades while leading a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what's stopping me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you wanna know what's stopping me? The fact that being in Pisay entails that you focus on academics is part of that. I realize now that it's not the sole reason why I'm not doing what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my fear of trying out new things. Some new things, I'm not afraid to do. Some, however, require more of my effort. Like saying "hi" to certain people. Or even talking to them. Or even asking people how they've been and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't like this before. Far from it actually. But ever since I stepped into high school -- no, second year -- I've become more introverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year, I've spent a huge chunk of my time thinking, analyzing, introspecting. I guess it's time to get out of that shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jason+mraz/track/im+yours" title="'Jason Mraz - I'm Yours' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jason Mraz - I'm Yours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8340266940251135997?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8340266940251135997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8340266940251135997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8340266940251135997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8340266940251135997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/hollow-een.html' title='hollow-een.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-5492942374661575850</id><published>2008-10-30T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:01:53.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...WOW.</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, I'm still awake. Surprising, because I've been sleeping really early these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. All for the torrent, man. All for the torrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have Photoshop now for this PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could go and watch HSM3 tomorrow... but I don't know what's gonna happen to me after class! I dunno what time I'm leaving Manila. D: So yeah, sorry. I probably won't go. Thank you, Pisay, for announcing that it's half day tomorrow SO late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I don't want to study for Math. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/rent/track/seasons+of+love" title="'Rent - Seasons of Love' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Rent - Seasons of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-5492942374661575850?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5492942374661575850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=5492942374661575850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5492942374661575850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5492942374661575850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html' title='...WOW.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-835860239906164997</id><published>2008-10-30T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:59:05.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onehundred.</title><content type='html'>Today. Is. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your class was supposed to start at 7:30. Owing to circumstances, though, you ended up having your first class at 8:20. And then you had 3 hours and 20 minutes of class, one of which involved making icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then during your first period of lunch, you ranted about the fact that you have double-period Physics later on in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then your friend surprises you with the fact that your Physics teacher is absent -- and it's such a heavenly thing to hear, since it's your last subject for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That was my school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day, I must say, was infinitely better. Got to bond with Mg people (Haha. Ren, astig ka. :D). &lt;strike&gt;Found out about something.. and I still have to figure out the other something.&lt;/strike&gt; :O Andandand I got to talk about prom stuff with Cat and Luis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. yeah. Bonding with friends rin. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I lived more during dismissal than during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Chem toys kasi. \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/onerepublic/track/mercy" title="'OneRepublic - Mercy' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;OneRepublic - Mercy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/maroon+5/track/she+will+be+loved" title="'Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-835860239906164997?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/835860239906164997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=835860239906164997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/835860239906164997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/835860239906164997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/onehundred.html' title='onehundred.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-5954727038177190129</id><published>2008-10-29T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:19:39.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeeee...</title><content type='html'>My day is made. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was gonna be as boring as hell, no thanks to the fact that we didn't have classes from 8:20 to 1:40. But you proved me wrong. I think I lived more during that time than the rest of the day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/goo+goo+dolls/track/slide" title="'Goo Goo Dolls - Slide' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Slide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-5954727038177190129?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5954727038177190129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=5954727038177190129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5954727038177190129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5954727038177190129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheeeeee.html' title='wheeeeee...'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-2104407968219485534</id><published>2008-10-28T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:23:14.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sinong di mababaliw sa ulan?</title><content type='html'>Grabe. Ang saya tumakbo sa ulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabasa at napasukan ng tubig ang sapatos ko, nagmukhang kaka-shampoo lang ang buhok ko, at mistulang bagong laba ang jacket ko ngayon, pero ayos lang. Ang saya lang nya talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakaka-high, pare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko talagang ulitin. Sana may pasok bukas... pero sana walang Math Long Quiz. O kaya'y reporting sa Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. May dahilan e. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+script/track/the+man+who+cant+be+moved" title="'The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-2104407968219485534?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2104407968219485534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=2104407968219485534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2104407968219485534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2104407968219485534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/sinong-di-mababaliw-sa-ulan.html' title='sinong di mababaliw sa ulan?'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1320431258678053124</id><published>2008-10-27T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:00:19.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>difficulty.</title><content type='html'>You know the feeling that you really, really, REALLY need to write about what you feel, but you don't know how or where to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I get that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, there's that notion of debating whether to actually write about it or not. The fact that it's quite personal doesn't help. And I'm too lazy to write it down in my journal. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid I won't do my feelings justice if I put it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. It's so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah. I think I've been listening to too many cheesy songs lately. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/goo+goo+dolls/track/slide" title="'Goo Goo Dolls - Slide' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Slide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1320431258678053124?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1320431258678053124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1320431258678053124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1320431258678053124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1320431258678053124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/difficulty.html' title='difficulty.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8386729392361383680</id><published>2008-10-26T18:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:48:39.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed-up.</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the weirdest dreams ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what if you dreamt you were sleeping in someone else's car with no idea how you got there, and then someone gives you your pillow all of a sudden, which wasn't even THERE in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. The other odd thing is, it's the only detail that I can remember, which is atypical of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna wake up where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/goo+goo+dolls/track/slide" title="'Goo Goo Dolls - Slide' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Slide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8386729392361383680?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8386729392361383680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8386729392361383680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8386729392361383680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8386729392361383680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/messed-up.html' title='messed-up.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1747636956865958305</id><published>2008-10-24T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:01:20.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high.</title><content type='html'>Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel incredibly happy this week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because almost everything's going smoothly. The only exception's academics -- my grades are getting lower. But yeah, I feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'll always feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jason+mraz/track/lucky+%28feat.+colbie+caillat%29" title="'Jason Mraz - Lucky (Feat. Colbie Caillat)' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jason Mraz - Lucky (Feat. Colbie Caillat)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1747636956865958305?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1747636956865958305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1747636956865958305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1747636956865958305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1747636956865958305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/high.html' title='high.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8548316270710531507</id><published>2008-10-23T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:22:21.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one-liner # 1</title><content type='html'>Cost is too high, strings are too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jason+mraz/track/lucky+%28feat.+colbie+caillat%29" title="'Jason Mraz - Lucky (Feat. Colbie Caillat)' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jason Mraz - Lucky (Feat. Colbie Caillat)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8548316270710531507?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8548316270710531507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8548316270710531507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8548316270710531507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8548316270710531507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-liner-1.html' title='one-liner # 1'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-6464298530476725090</id><published>2008-10-22T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:17:33.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Ang sad na talaga ng situation ng Pisay. No, not sad. Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narealize ko siya while walking from the gym to the ASTB. I saw a section having classes under a tree. Not kidding. Makes you realize how corrupt and apathetic our leaders are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my sched, I realize that our section is quite lucky. We have more or less decent venues, even a decent sched -- the most killer day's Friday, but it's only in the morning, and the rooms we're having on that day are decent. Others aren't as lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel frustrated. It's something I want to do something about -- simply because I've grown to love Pisay and I can't stand seeing my school suffering any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..hmm. This sounds like something AKSIS can tackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/john+mayer/track/waiting+on+the+world+to+change" title="'John Mayer - Waiting on the World to Change' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;John Mayer - Waiting on the World to Change&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/fall+out+boy/track/dead+on+arrival" title="'Fall Out Boy - Dead On Arrival' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-6464298530476725090?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6464298530476725090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=6464298530476725090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6464298530476725090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6464298530476725090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-2040028001169646753</id><published>2008-10-20T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:01:28.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unite-d</title><content type='html'>Yeah, poor pun on the "title" of our retreat, I know. But.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. To be honest, the retreat was fun. Also, I got to think about certain stuff that have been bothering me lately... and I've been able to think about them from another POV. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. as you probably know from the previous post, I went to Pisay at noon. Upon arriving, it was... quite chaotic. Everyone was in the front lobby, cramming palancas, registering, looking at the revised sked, mailing palancas... Which was pretty much what I did while I was there. I swear, it's hard looking for the envelopes of the people I wrote palancas for. It was a mess. Not to mention I wasn't done putting the palancas into envelopes -- I ended up not using envelopes for most of the palancas I gave. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, I wasn't able to get a decent seat in the bus -- I ended up seating in one of the aisle seats. Not easy, mind you -- everytime someone had to go out, we had to fold our seats and stand.&amp;nbsp; So, yeah... it was hell. Oh, and the trip itself was pretty uneventful too. We had a stopover somewhere near Tagaytay, and I had cotton candy. Whee. :D But that's it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, we went to this hall for orientation. And gah. There was this staff member who was conducting the orientation and unfortunately people were rather noisy, so he ended up walking out. And then the girl who took over.. well.. she gave us a bit of a sermon and stuff. Then room assignments were given out, along with our keys. And so we trudged to our rooms, carrying heavy bags full of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah... we ended up strolling/exploring the place that afternoon. Haha. We girls lamented over the fact that Alvin's room consisted of two floors, and stuff. Oh, and we also got to go and visit people. Haha. Then there was this talk about prayer.. and it was fun singing those songs! Ho bisogno di te! Woo. All for the greater glory of God. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... yeah.&amp;nbsp; We stole the keys to Josh and Co.'s room. Haha. I was supposed to return it to them since they left it outside, but someone went ahead and got it. XD We got a karma attack though. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/PA170213Small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/PA170213Small.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner, we had this activity. It was fun -- Human Bingo! Haha. I found it hard to fill it up, though, since... yeah, I have issues. Haha. But I was able to make people sign in the boxes I wanted them to sign. Oh and Portia's my prom date (Jil wasn't around, eh). HAHAHAHA. =)) And then after that was this human board game thing. Haha. The dares were funny as hell to watch, although it did get quite disturbing at times (Thank you, Franco Del Rosario. You scarred me for life.). But still, it was fun. =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to our rooms, and I started to get all emo and stuff because of the human bingo. Gah. Rawr. Haha.&amp;nbsp; But even that was soon forgotten when we started to talk about.. stuff. Like the "confiscated" palanca fiasco earlier during the bonding activities. And we (more of they, actually) also made some prank calls. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/PA170186Small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="80" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/PA170186Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estelle: Hello? *deep voice*&lt;br /&gt;*random person*: Sino ito?&lt;br /&gt;Estelle: Si Marz to. *deep voice*&lt;br /&gt;Kat: *takes receiver* Hindi, si Marz ito. *deep voice*&lt;br /&gt;Agnes: *snatches receiver* Hindi kaya! Ako kaya si Marz! *deep voice again*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tama na! *snatches receiver* Hello? Haha. Sorry. Eto talaga si Marz. Promise.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ended up talking about Beyblades, Pokemon, Barbie dolls, and Polly Pocket. Haha. Yeah, childhood nostalgia at its finest. We ended up sleeping at 2-ish, and set our alarms for 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. We didn't wake up on time -- we woke up at 6, and mass was at 6:30. (Which means we were pretty much screwed. So we hurriedly took showers and rushed to mass. We ended up being late, anyway. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after breakfast we had this talk about conflicts and stuff. And I was hit hard, because I started to think about my friendships. And I think I teared up a bit. And what our speaker told us about his son was really, really touching. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we had our Amazing Race. Woo. Haha. Our team was the underdog, because there were only twelve of us (4 people who were supposed to be in our team had a competition, while the others were still sleeping). But it proved useful, since we finished first. XD It was tiring, really -- we ran from one end of Angels' Hills (the retreat place) to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, lunch AKA palancramming session. Haha. I went to confession this time (although I must admit I was reluctant to go at first). I swear, it feels so good. I dunno, but my heart felt a little lighter after it -- literally. It really felt like God was beside me (not that He isn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After confession, we had this talk on sex. Okay. I'll be honest here -- it's something that's... well, I've heard it so many times before, and I'm pretty sure that I won't succumb to that. While I believe that the talk was important, I think that for now, it's quite.. well, irrelevant's not the term, really. But the guy speaker was cool. Everything he said.. well, it made me laugh. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/PA180259Small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="72" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/PA180259Small.jpg" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then more palancramming, during which Alvin, Isabel, and Bingbong invaded our room. Haha. Loaaaads of pics. And stuff. And we realized that Kat, Isabel, and Agnes were wearing color-coordinated outfits. No kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/PA180255Small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/PA180255Small.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dinner was next. And it was hilarious. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. =)) Hahaha. =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last minute palancramming. Haha. More vanity ensued. Isabel practically became an expert at killing mosquitoes, while we became experts at "akyat-bahay". HAHA. Yeah, we almost never used our door to go in. Too lazy to fish around for keys, e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we had palanca night. Our section was the first to enter the hall. And then, yeah.. Ma'am Docto read her palanca to the batch, and we started lighting our candles and stuff. Then we got our envelopes, and started reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/PA180277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/PA180277.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And you know, it's so awesome. The first one I read was Ren's, and to be honest, I was touched. Haha. By the time I was reading the third palanca, I was already crying so hard (I think I was the first Mg girl who cried). It really, really made me feel better, and made me feel loved. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got to my... 6th(?) palanca, I decided to get out of the hall -- everyone was doing that, anyway. So yeah.. I took advantage of our empty room and read the rest of my palancas. These made me cry even more, especially those from my parents. Haha. Thank you soooo much. And then Agnes, Estelle, Kat and Alvin went in and started reading too. And Alvin... well, it was the first time I heard a guy cry. And I discovered that Alvin "flies" when he cries. The Amazing Flying Alvin! Haha. ILY ALVIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, well... it was almost like there was a bloc party outside. Everyone was just there, seriously. Haha. And we went strolling for a bit, and I got to tell Kat something. Haha. Isabel! I still owe you. Then I went back to the room and yeah. Got all emo and stuff. Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot being emo after a while. Haha. They (Agnes, Estelle, Kat) doodled on my journal (lol) and.. yeah. Ended up being the poorpoorpoor guinea pig of their fashion experiments. Gah. Haha. Hilarious, yes, but I don't want to do that again. We stopped when we realized that we were tired like hell. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the last day of our retreat finally came. Woke up earlier than the previous day. I decided to stroll around on my own after bathing, and ended up going with Isabel. Haha. Tried to wake the boys up by knocking on their door, but they wouldn't so we ended up climbing on their balcony instead. We couldn't bring ourselves to wake them up at first though -- they look so peaceful when they're asleep. Haha. And James and co. helped us wake them up too. XD Once they got up, I accompanied Isabel to the chapel for her choir practice. Stayed there for a bit, then went back to my room -- and talked to Kristina for a bit on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there, I did a bit of writing, then fell asleep. Actually, everyone in the room fell asleep. Haha. Only woke up because of breakfast. Then we had this batch prayer thing, and burning. Lol, my paper read like a journal entry, I swear. Then went to Mass. It feels so uplifting! I ended up singing my heart out for the Lord. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had some batch pictures, signed the tarpaulin, packed our things, had lunch, and left. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest here. I've been waiting for this retreat for so long. I don't know about you, but it seemed to me like a perfect opportunity to correct my past mistakes, to strengthen friendships, and to renew my relationship with God. These past few years, I haven't exactly been the person that He would've wanted me to become. I haven't been praying... I even started having doubts, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just being there... I really could feel His presence. Sure, I may be burdened with loads of problems, but just merely looking around, I can see His wonderful gift to me -- my life. I can't be more thankful than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also served as a de-stressing activity to me. I've been so stressed this past year, and I needed to get that out of my system. Being there did me wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I'm thankful for this opportunity. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-2040028001169646753?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2040028001169646753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=2040028001169646753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2040028001169646753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2040028001169646753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/unite-d.html' title='unite-d'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/retreat/th_PA170213Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904016258919958237.post-2023722454640139401</id><published>2008-10-17T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:12:15.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit of boredom.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, another new layout. I didn't like the previous one much -- it looked so dismal, and it discouraged me from writing. Haha. Perhaps knowing that the height of my div layers changes everytime I updated doesn't help. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one's so colorful too! :O Inspired by printer ink colors. XD No, seriously. CMYK color scheme, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I like this layout so much, I tried making it compatible with IE. Ugh. I now have evidence that IE cannot properly render transparent PNGs. T_T So, if you're reading this on IE (while admiring the transparent scrollbars!)... &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com/products/download.html?product=firefox-3.0.3&amp;amp;os=win&amp;amp;lang=en-US"&gt;DOWNLOAD FIREFOX&lt;/a&gt;, YOU PERSON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know it's retreat day today. But we're meeting at 12, so I do have a couple of hours to go. :D Thank goodness I finished my palancas last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I found my blue anklet! Yayz. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-2023722454640139401?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2023722454640139401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=2023722454640139401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2023722454640139401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2023722454640139401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/fruit-of-boredom.html' title='Fruit of boredom.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7551514394490666258</id><published>2008-10-16T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:04:54.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I prepared?</title><content type='html'>For the retreat, I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at the checklist Gaby prepared*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enough clothes. Check. (I have more than enough)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Towel. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacket. Check (Dalawa pa nga e. Haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toiletries (Wala pa akong suklay. Nawawala T_T)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batch Shirt. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing materials. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rosary. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looks like I'm ready to go... physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I emotionally, mentally, and spiritually prepared? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7551514394490666258?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7551514394490666258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7551514394490666258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7551514394490666258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7551514394490666258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-prepared.html' title='Am I prepared?'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-436466849028322408</id><published>2008-10-15T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:06:54.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaaaaasp. O_O</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, I don't feel as bored as I usually feel during breaks. Achievement! Which explains why I'm blogging only now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because my mind's preoccupied with retreat stuff. You know, writing palancas, packing clothes, the works. That, plus the fact that I get to use the PC with speakers, which means I get to listen to songs/watch stuff. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to sleep for extended periods of time too! Yay. And I've been reading my Dad's books. Hahaha. (So much for not getting new books in quite a while T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Babawness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/john+mayer/track/gravity" title="'John Mayer - Gravity' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;John Mayer - Gravity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-436466849028322408?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/436466849028322408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=436466849028322408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/436466849028322408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/436466849028322408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/gaaaaasp-oo.html' title='gaaaaasp. O_O'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1272022726080330504</id><published>2008-10-12T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:40:38.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang-ness</title><content type='html'>Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarap ng sembreak. Sarap matulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kailangan ko talaga ng magagawa, bukod sa paggawa ng mga palanca, paglilinis ng aking kuwarto, at paghahanda ng mga damit para sa retreat. Seryoso. Feeling ko mabubulok ako dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. Kailangan kong lumabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kailangan ko ng bagong kumot. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ng jacket. Ay teka. Meron nga pala ako nito. Kailangan ko ng mga pantulog at tshirt. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos may roommates na ako! Yay. Wala lang. Babaw much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/chris+daughtry/track/over+you" title="'Chris Daughtry - Over You' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Chris Daughtry - Over You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/coldplay/track/viva+la+vida" title="'Coldplay - Viva La Vida' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1272022726080330504?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1272022726080330504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1272022726080330504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1272022726080330504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1272022726080330504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/wala-lang-ness.html' title='Wala lang-ness'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7580362707723122470</id><published>2008-10-11T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:23:46.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pseudosexism?</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how most of the songs I like are told from a guy's POV. Like my current LSS, for instance. To quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come running to the corner...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you'll know it's just for you&lt;/blockquote&gt;See? It's a bit... I dunno. The songs are beautiful, except that I can't really sing along to them unless I want to be mistaken as a lesbian. (Not that there's something wrong with being one, but it isn't me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. Haha. I'm still addicted to that song. :D Really touching. I just wish I could freely sing along to it. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+script/track/the+man+who+cant+be+moved" title="'The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7580362707723122470?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7580362707723122470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7580362707723122470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7580362707723122470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7580362707723122470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/pseudosexism.html' title='pseudosexism?'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7409876876481533638</id><published>2008-10-10T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:41:43.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad second quarter -- and the semester -- is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You know, I feel so relieved it's over. Now, I have one week of bliss. Ahh. Perfect time to watch stuff. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... it feels like half of the year just passed by so quickly. Cramming our Ramayana Play, performing our DiKum, the first day of school -- all of these really feel like they only happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I am aware that it's kind of cliche, but that's why they're cliche. It's true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Just observed. I'm not about to go all philosophical here -- I feel so exhausted, no thanks to the fact that I had to sleep late for two nights in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I better continue writing palancas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+script/track/the+man+who+cant+be+moved" title="'The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7409876876481533638?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7409876876481533638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7409876876481533638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7409876876481533638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7409876876481533638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8650982845696835572</id><published>2008-10-09T18:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:04:13.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unproductive day.</title><content type='html'>I really shouldn't have gone to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boring, and a futile attempt at productivity. We're still not done with Health, and we still have SS to work on. Some groups have yet to finish their English board games too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that I stayed up until two in the morning just to finish my Gantt chart and the board game stuff. And to think I have to wake up at five everyday. You can just imagine how sleepy I was in school -- I had to walk around campus quite a few times to keep myself awake, since pinching myself doesn't seem to work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately that I've been giving away too much of myself. But then, I was never really the secretive type -- although I can keep secrets of others, I can't seem to keep mine. I don't know why, but I guess it's because whenever I have a secret, it feels like there's this weight on my shoulders that I need to life. Odd, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, and love in particular, is like a bottle of Royal Tru-Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know. That sweet orange-flavoured soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tastes good while fresh, while cold. Once it heats up, however, it starts to taste sour, and eventually turns bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, life's sweet when you're happy. And it turns sour, even bitter, when you're confronted with all sorts of problems and crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Don't mind me. Just thinking about stuff lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favor: Can anyone pleasepleaseplease write me a palanca? Give it to Joaq on or before Friday next week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/plain+white+ts/track/natural+disaster" title="'Plain White T's - Natural Disaster' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Plain White T's - Natural Disaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8650982845696835572?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8650982845696835572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8650982845696835572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8650982845696835572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8650982845696835572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/unproductive-day.html' title='Unproductive day.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1497116548336422749</id><published>2008-10-08T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:50:11.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perio's over, but...</title><content type='html'>STRess isn't done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we finish STR tonight. Or by tomorrow night at the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we're progressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at National Bookstore in Trinoma earlier, buying stuff for Health with my classmates, when Joaq walked to Music1 and checked out the CDs available. Guess what he found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copies of the Eraserheads' &lt;i&gt;Aloha Milkyway&lt;/i&gt;. And he bought one! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I'm drooling right now, and fretting. Drooling because it's the first time I saw copies of Aloha Milkyway, and fretting because I'm currently low on funds. I would have bought the CD earlier, in fact, if I weren't saving up for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the stipend for September arrives, and I get to visit Trinoma again, oh... I'll buy that CD. And that thing I'm saving up for. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But hey, if you can help me with my funds, donations are welcome! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/howie+day/track/collide" title="'Howie Day - Collide' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Howie Day - Collide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1497116548336422749?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1497116548336422749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1497116548336422749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1497116548336422749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1497116548336422749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/perios-over-but.html' title='Perio&apos;s over, but...'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4058470807088664616</id><published>2008-10-07T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:53:14.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuffle survey</title><content type='html'>From Isabel. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Put your iPod on shuffle and post the first line of twenty songs. Then have people guess what song the lyrics are from.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor.&lt;br /&gt;2. How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable?&lt;br /&gt;3. This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us.&lt;br /&gt;4. You were my ticket out of here, and I was your dream come true&lt;br /&gt;5. I think I've already lost you, I think you're already gone&lt;br /&gt;6. What if I wanted to break? Laugh it all off in your face.&lt;br /&gt;7. The dawn is breaking, a light shining through.You're barely waking, and I'm tangled up in you.&lt;br /&gt;8. I never knew perfection 'till I heard you speak.&lt;br /&gt;9. You and I got something, but it's all and then it's nothing to me, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;10. Take all of your wasted honor, every little past frustration.&lt;br /&gt;11. So you sailed away into a gray sky morning.&lt;br /&gt;12. Is it still me that makes you sweat?&lt;br /&gt;13. Back to the street where we began, feeling as good as lovers can, you know.&lt;br /&gt;14. Everytime I look at you, you always look so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;15. You could be happy and I won't know.&lt;br /&gt;16. It's these substandard motels on the - lalalalala - corner of 4th and Fremont Street.&lt;br /&gt;17. Where you are seems to be as far as an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;18.Well, I complain when nothing's even wrong. And you're ashamed, 'cause you're not quite that strong.&lt;br /&gt;19. This is my life, it's not what it was before.&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm trying to keep my feet on the ground, I'm getting to like this feeling I've found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4058470807088664616?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4058470807088664616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4058470807088664616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4058470807088664616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4058470807088664616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/shuffle-survey.html' title='Shuffle survey'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4567685870468589496</id><published>2008-10-06T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:33:11.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gahperio.</title><content type='html'>After a six-day interruption, thanks to that fire, we finally had the first round of our periodical tests today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, truth be told, it was fine. Chem involved some shotgunning on my part, but hey. Almost everyone I knew did the same thing! :)) Thank God the things I studied for appeared in the test -- but then, I studied it when I couldn't sleep earlier today. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was very, very easy. Haha. No, seriously. I guess that's the effect of rereading it until the names of the people got stuck in my head. XD (Yes, you can see how bored I get at times :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then. Haha. Wala lang. I feel like smiling today. :D Hahahaha. Agnes kasi. :)) (And no, Agnes, it's not because of the "jokes" you made in the caf. Not that.) And I discovered that I can't be a bird-watcher. D: Apparently, birds flee when I get closer. No, seriously. One scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*birds happily perched on caf table*&lt;br /&gt;*approaches nearby table*&lt;br /&gt;*birds fly away*&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: Marz! Ayaw sa iyo ng birds, o!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. There goes my dreams of working as an ornithologist. T_T Poor me. Rejected by birds. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well. That's life, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. I was finally able to connect this computer (the new one) to the printer. Hahaha. Andandand. No cables attached! WOO. Achievement, especially for a first-timer. Hahahaha. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4567685870468589496?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4567685870468589496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4567685870468589496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4567685870468589496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4567685870468589496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/gahperio.html' title='Gahperio.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-6911472453378856505</id><published>2008-10-05T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:33:46.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice cream @_@</title><content type='html'>I swear I have not eaten so much ice cream in one sitting before tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that mud pie at Bubba Gump.Took six people to finish &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; freaking slice. Not kidding. And we ordered TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can cross out "ice cream" from my wishlist now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-6911472453378856505?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6911472453378856505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=6911472453378856505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6911472453378856505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6911472453378856505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/ice-cream.html' title='ice cream @_@'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-507494662518562675</id><published>2008-10-04T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:17:22.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedy much?</title><content type='html'>Gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so... odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized it's already freaking &lt;b&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/b&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start saving up for Christmas. I intend to get myself a GetBlued shirt. Or a new pair of goggles and a swimming cap -- I lost my blue ones, and I'm currently using my old purple ones, which, sadly, are starting to get very, very cloudy. Also, I hate my swimming cap now. Not good. Or maybe some adidas stuff. I want a jacket. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I plan to get people stuff. Yeah. Andandand. Haha. &lt;strike class="kuya"&gt;Magic 8 Ball.&lt;/strike&gt; Woo. Hahahaha. (Yeah, such a &lt;i&gt;vague &lt;/i&gt;clue, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've studied for four subjects already! YAY. Hahahaha. Doesn't mean hell's over for me -- we still have projects. D: And I need math tutorials. Especially on circles -- I think I'm fine with trig, but not with circles. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking, or rather, raving to Alvin last night about different stuff. Haha. I won't paste the convo here, since it's a bit... private, but yeah, it was odd. Blame the high I get from staying up late. And Alvin found out something. :"&amp;gt; Haha. ILY Alvin. :"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I better finish studying Physics now, para Math na lang. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-507494662518562675?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/507494662518562675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=507494662518562675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/507494662518562675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/507494662518562675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/speedy-much.html' title='Speedy much?'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4061337220637795447</id><published>2008-10-03T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:55:09.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of indolence, and such.</title><content type='html'>I've been staying at home these past few days because of, yeah, the fire. Periodicals are next week, starting on Monday (they should've started last Tuesday but because of the fire, they were moved.) So, yeah, I'm supposed to be studying for the freaking PERIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing nothing but surfing the net all day. Yeah. Hooray for productivity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on. Anyone given this long a break before periodicals wouldn't spend all of their time studying. Especially if you're as stressed as the typical Pisay student. I'm sure you'd agree that you'd want to rest first, and study later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think the couch is my new best friend now. Along with the wireless keyboard and mouse. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. I really think I should be studying now. Chem, English, and part of Bio &lt;i&gt;pa lang naaaral ko e. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4061337220637795447?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4061337220637795447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4061337220637795447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4061337220637795447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4061337220637795447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-indolence-and-such.html' title='Of indolence, and such.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7310262961584378517</id><published>2008-10-02T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:02:16.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another round of geekiness.</title><content type='html'>Decided to transfer that post about our HBP to my LJ. Haha. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway. Today is Day 3 since the fire, and I'd normally be bored by now. But I've been having fun with the pseudo-new computer. Pseudo, because it's not really new -- it belonged to my cousins. Doesn't mean it's really old, though -- it's still newer than my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy updating/adding software to that PC. Sounds easier than it actually is, since YM took a loooong time before I got it to install decently -- it kept on dropping the download. And even now, the installation's not perfect, since two of the skins won't work. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been having problems downloading AVG. Tried downloading it on both PCs, to no avail. I'm sticking to Avast for now, until I can finally download it. I think I need to upgrade/add more security software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add two of my favorite PowerToys too, since they're cool. :D I already installed Frostwire and utorrent. Yayz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Photoshop and other Adobe products -- I won't be installing them yet, except for Adobe Reader 9. I'll wait for CS4 before I install them there. I gotta update the iTunes there, though (I haven't updated iTunes here XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Installers are done downloading. Guess I should boot that PC now. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Answer this na rin. :&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/1995287"&gt;http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/1995287&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7310262961584378517?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7310262961584378517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7310262961584378517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7310262961584378517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7310262961584378517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/nooooo.html' title='Another round of geekiness.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8452476848355075280</id><published>2008-10-01T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:01:26.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*drool*</title><content type='html'>O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am drooling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not because of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. That new computer is just... sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8452476848355075280?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8452476848355075280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8452476848355075280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8452476848355075280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8452476848355075280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/10/drool.html' title='*drool*'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1645484716000116935</id><published>2008-09-30T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:22:35.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano kaya ito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/english_preview.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y2/oreo_crazy/english_preview.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another fruit of boredom, from Marz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hesitant to post anything regarding the fire that ravaged the Faculty Center. Much has been said about it in everyone else's blogs, and I guess those would suffice. But I realize that I need to vent about it, just as everyone else has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad. According to the photos Sir Joey posted, it was really, really horrible -- Ma'am Aguila's cubicle was completely obliterated. Sarah's artworks have turned into ash too. And the Gawad Supremo board -- it was supposed to be unveiled THIS WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like that latter bit won't happen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, no one got hurt (it was a predawn fire, after all). And that it didn't spread to the entire building. And that periodicals are moved to next week because of this -- heaven knows I need to study Chem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have questions on my mind, though I'd rather not post them now. Maybe I'll find the answers to these questions when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1645484716000116935?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1645484716000116935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1645484716000116935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1645484716000116935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1645484716000116935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/ano-kaya-ito.html' title='Ano kaya ito?'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7429300890802349038</id><published>2008-09-29T13:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:48:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight, or what appears to be such.</title><content type='html'>Let me share what I felt&amp;nbsp;this weekend through a metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There was a person who had to leave for another country. And not just leave -- that person was migrating, never to come back. And then there was this person she didn't want to leave behind -- someone who was almost like a brother to her. The girl never had an older brother, although the guy acted exactly like one to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person helped her through all of her migration woes -- he gave her advice on all sorts of things, from the clothes that she should bring, even which airline she should take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing he did for her was to drive her to the airport. The girl didn't want to leave her "brother", but she knew that in the end, she had to because it was the thing to do. As she started walking towards the terminal, he said, "Hey, you're going to be on your own now. You can call me if you need to, but you have to learn to rely on yourself too."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I realize that this is how I felt just the past weekend. It's as though someone drove me to the airport and dropped me off. And right now, it feels like I'm still in the terminal, passing through immigration authorities, waiting for my flight -- since I'm&amp;nbsp;mulling things&amp;nbsp;over and&amp;nbsp;I still haven't really decided what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I don't miss the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astig. Gumagana webmessenger sa computer ko sa CS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if somebody would go online now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7429300890802349038?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7429300890802349038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7429300890802349038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7429300890802349038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7429300890802349038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-emo-weekends-and-stuff.html' title='Flight, or what appears to be such.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4170543445412113134</id><published>2008-09-28T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:05:22.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude awakening, sort of.</title><content type='html'>This past weekend had me thinking about life, love, and whatnot, thanks to a certain incident last Friday night. (Which bothered me the whole night, causing me to not sleep soundly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could blame all my problems on PMS or something, but really, it's all my fault. And lately, I've been letting these problems of mine just stay put, without me doing anything productive about it -- I've been ranting, but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that these can't stay that way forever. I need to do something about it, unless I want to be troubled by my conscience for the rest of my life. Just like Chemistry. Reactions only take place if there is a catalyst. And this time, I have to be that catalyst. I have to do something. Not doing anything is not only unfair for me, it's also unfair for the person/s involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I guess I have to take action soon. Maybe not today, but when I'm finally sure of which path to take -- as of now, I'm still carefully thinking about what to do, and the possible consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this, I thank &lt;a class="kuya" href="http://martinperez.asia/"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; for waking me up from this state of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4170543445412113134?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4170543445412113134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4170543445412113134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4170543445412113134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4170543445412113134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/rude-awakening-sort-of.html' title='Rude awakening, sort of.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-5456152278559098328</id><published>2008-09-27T13:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:33:49.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teka.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The people you love the most are also the people you end up hurting the most.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Just sharing. And how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narealize ko kung gaano siya katotoo last night.&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Pati how much he means to me. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How goddamn true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell week na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andami ko pang gagawin, to be honest -- may LT sa Trig and SS sa Monday, may portfolio entry for SS na due sa Monday rin... tapos perio week na rin. Tapos hindi ko pa alam isusulat ko sa SS portfolio entry ko kasi, to be honest, immortality doesn't sound that fascinating for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to live forever, especially with a life like what I'm living right now. Especially kung ako lang yung ganun. I'd hate to see the people dear to me die, while I just stay on since I can't even die. Parang for some reason, death seems so... fascinating and intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero may ibang ways naman to be immortal, and not in the literal sense. Like being known as a famous/infamous person. Kung papapiliin ako kung paano ko gusto maging "immortal", edi ganun na. Kaysa naman mabuhay ako forever. At least pag ganun, even if I die, people will still know what I did -- that I changed the world. Dream ko kasi talaga yun e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tae. Halos nagawa ko na SS entry ko dun ah. Ayusin ko na lang. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal-tagal na rin akong di umiiyak. Grade school pa ata yung last time na umiyak talaga ako e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So medyo nagulat ako kahapon nung naluha ako habang nagrerelease ng sama ng loob sa flagpole area. Mahirap kasi akong paiyakin, so may ibig sabihin talaga pag napaluha ako kahit kaunti lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan ko sigurong pag-isipan talaga yung susunod kong gagawin. Hindi ko na kaya yung walang nangyayari e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana makatulong ang papalapit nang retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-5456152278559098328?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5456152278559098328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=5456152278559098328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5456152278559098328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5456152278559098328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/teka.html' title='Teka.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-2969686053398655871</id><published>2008-09-26T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:06:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, super duper over mega-to-da-max guest post noh. Like, LAMOOOOOOOON. xDD</title><content type='html'>Like, hi mga friends!! Guess who made epal dito sa super duper over mega-bonggacious blog ni sisteraka Marz ketch! Like, si Jil lang naman, noh? Like, it's so kaka. You know? Nakakatuwa. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, sir made sabi na we should like make tingin on our blogs. Like, para daw to make bilang bilang how many na yung like, our entries noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOMBA.&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, yah. It's SO like saya kaya dito. Like, si Jess, his face becomes pula whenever we make asar him about his..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AC CHIX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oshah ba. xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-2969686053398655871?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2969686053398655871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=2969686053398655871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2969686053398655871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2969686053398655871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-super-duper-over-mega-to-da-max.html' title='Like, super duper over mega-to-da-max guest post noh. Like, LAMOOOOOOOON. xDD'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-2418915621612030182</id><published>2008-09-25T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:10:13.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh.</title><content type='html'>So, I just had my interviews for the Singapore exchange program thing, and... yeah. I'm dead nervous. It's something I really want badly, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview with Atty. Perez wasn't much, since she already interviewed me for India (Gigi got in!) and asked me some stuff regarding the Singapore exchange program back then too, so it really wasn't much of an interview. Ma'am Salac, on the other hand... well, let's just say at least I think I can pay for my transpo. Haha. And I really do hope my score's good, especially in the essay portion. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ma'am Bawagan... gah. I waited for her in the faculty center, and when she saw me, she was acting like she wanted to get away. Hahaha. Well, I've always known that Ma'am was hyper, so.. yeah. Haha. And then she asked me if I could breathe fire, or walk on a tightrope, just to entertain the Singaporeans. Of course, I'm no magician, nor am I willing to risk my LIFE for those obviously dangerous acts. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I already saw our nameplate thing for the Gawad Supremo board. Whee. My name's gonna be immortalized on the walls of Pisay. =)) Owyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... yeah. Haha. I listen to our Physics teacher now. Energy, work, and power are so much easier than momentum. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Now, I'm in the lib, passing time -- we're already dismissed. And Kit's writing a blog entry beside me. Hardcore nya. He typed his entry without looking at the keyboard. Yeah. I'm not used to this keyboard kasi. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope Ateneo wins Game 2. Please, let it be so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ebf3ff; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Andandand. Hahaha. Someone smells so good today. X_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-2418915621612030182?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2418915621612030182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=2418915621612030182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2418915621612030182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2418915621612030182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/bleh.html' title='Bleh.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7851142803857766767</id><published>2008-09-24T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:53:55.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel violated. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I think amma go completely NR over guys now.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at my misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know this is vague, but, what the heck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7851142803857766767?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7851142803857766767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7851142803857766767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7851142803857766767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7851142803857766767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo.html' title='O_o'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4400201090540141071</id><published>2008-09-23T20:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:59:32.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/L/storage/site1/files/01/55/42/015542_2723259abd8d84tmfw9i97.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously now. Suharto? D: O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. JoJo? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4400201090540141071?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4400201090540141071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4400201090540141071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4400201090540141071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4400201090540141071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7596094986485584186</id><published>2008-09-22T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:39:31.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagong buhay.</title><content type='html'>Super makikinig na ako sa Physics. At sa STR. Pati na rin sa Math. Well, nakikinig naman talaga ako sa Math -- mahina lang talaga ako dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatapusin ko na rin Bio notes ko. Magbabasa ulit ako ng English. Titinuan ko ang Chem LT ko para maging 1.25 na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieedit ko pa yung Filipino short story ko. Gusto ko ng uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka lang. Bakit ba ako nagbabagong buhay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bumabagsak na ako, #@&amp;amp;^*!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7596094986485584186?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7596094986485584186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7596094986485584186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7596094986485584186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7596094986485584186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/bagong-buhay.html' title='Bagong buhay.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-3741780266805136920</id><published>2008-09-21T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:54:51.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funfunfun.</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up watching the Ateneo - La Salle game live today. Catch is, I had to watch it on the La Salle side, since my dad was rooting for La Salle, and he's the one who got us tickets, so... meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt odd, cheering for the blue side in a sea of people clad in green, but it was fun. The game itself was a bit blah -- Chris Tiu scored only two points (Al-Hussaini scored 31 effin points, man -- almost half of their team's score), and the lead only changed once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually being there -- man, it's so different compared to only watching it on TV. Whenever one of the pep squads would start a cheer, the other side would retaliate -- really fun. Like, Ateneo would go, "Fight, fight, blue and white! Go, go, Ateneo, sis-boom-bah!", then La Salle would go, "Go, La Salle. Go, La Salle! Go, La Salle, La Salle, La Salle!" Haha. So fun and primal. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah, I'm happy I'm finally able to cross one item off my Bucket List. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-3741780266805136920?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3741780266805136920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=3741780266805136920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/3741780266805136920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/3741780266805136920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/funfunfun.html' title='Funfunfun.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8105406478141543615</id><published>2008-09-20T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:33:32.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekiness'/><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>Haha. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiscover ko na pag nagsusulat ako ng mas mahirap na program in JavaScript, dapat ginagawa ko muna siya in C++, tapos iconvert na lang ang syntax sa JavaScript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulad ng prime number program. Imbes na &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;cin&lt;/span&gt; ang gamit, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;prompt&lt;/span&gt;. Tapos &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;alert&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;document.write&lt;/span&gt; pag &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;cout&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko lang. Siguro kasi pag C++, mas madali mong nalalaman kung saan error sa code mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma-try nga mag-aral ng Java. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8105406478141543615?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8105406478141543615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8105406478141543615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8105406478141543615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8105406478141543615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1879843835518579555</id><published>2008-09-18T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:29:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC FAIL.</title><content type='html'>I've always despised Physics. Seriously. I don't get how some people are fascinated by momentum, energy, and other stuff. I guess, the fact that I'm not really a mathematically-inclined person helps -- Physics, for me, is just too damn mathematical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've never despised that subject as much as I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we had our long test last Monday. I thought it was going to be alright -- I'd studied for it, after all. But when I took it, one thing had me scared out of my wits -- the fact that it was right minus wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be fine if the items under that portion were only worth one point each. BUT NO. They were freaking worth two points. Imagine, if you got one item wrong, you won't just lose two points. You'll lose another one because you answered it wrong. And if you didn't even bother to answer it, you won't lose a point. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get the logic of that test. I mean, okay, sure, I know it could probably reduce the incidence of guessing, and make us actually read the items for once. But the thing is, most of the choices seem plausible enough to answer the question, so what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that majority of the test was like that, and that we didn't really get enough practice -- we only have two-three items for homework everytime, and they were the really simple ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we had two more long tests to make up for this epic failure, fine. But we only have one long test left, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to understand the lesson -- as far as I'm concerned, Physics is the most sleep-inducing class, and with all due respect, I don't think our teacher explains these concepts well. We just keep on deriving and deriving formulas until you don't know what exactly you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I just realized that I've dreamt of typing this entry a few nights ago. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1879843835518579555?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1879843835518579555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1879843835518579555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1879843835518579555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1879843835518579555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/epic-fail.html' title='EPIC FAIL.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-6034007032584635937</id><published>2008-09-14T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:48:49.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naisip lang.</title><content type='html'>Ang hirap pala magsulat ng kwento kung hindi mo alam saan ka huhugot ng inspirasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalo na't ngayon, hindi talaga ako nabubuhay. Nag-eexist lang ako, pero hindi nabubuhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano na kaya ako ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan. Bahala na si Batman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-6034007032584635937?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6034007032584635937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=6034007032584635937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6034007032584635937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6034007032584635937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/naisip-lang.html' title='naisip lang.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4249201333351920981</id><published>2008-09-14T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:54:45.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming of speeches. O_O</title><content type='html'>I've always had vivid dreams. I don't know exactly why, but this simple fact has proven to be very useful. Like my dream this morning, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange and unexplained reason, we (Magnesium) were having Ramayana practice in the auditorium.&amp;nbsp; And it was all cool and well-done and had kick-ass props and crap, unlike what actually happened to our play. And then for some odd reason, someone just recited a line from that speech we have to memorize for English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I tried reciting the speech, or at least what I've memorized of it. And strangely enough, it was accurate. I even checked my copy of the speech to see if I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't the only time that my having vivid dreams has proved to be useful. Call me weird, but I've had dreams that actually occur in real life. And they're not just mere parallelisms of the events about to transpire. &lt;br /&gt;Every single detail, from the clothes, down to the dialogue, even the time of day and location, in my dreams -- they're the exact same details in my real-life events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this incident once -- back in first year, I dreamt that our class was having Tech Prep in the ASTB exhibit hall, playing around with this tube-like thing, inserting a marble down it and letting it slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that same day, it happened. Exactly like that. Even the exact location in the ASTB hall, the weather condition -- it was all bloody accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had more incidents like this, but the strange thing is, I cannot predict which of my dreams will actually happen. I've noticed, though, if that dream was rather mundane and ordinary, there's a chance it will happen. I don't dream about highly emotional events. I don't dream about huge catastrophes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. It's rather odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4249201333351920981?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4249201333351920981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4249201333351920981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4249201333351920981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4249201333351920981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreaming-of-speeches-oo.html' title='dreaming of speeches. O_O'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-2273616716509878822</id><published>2008-09-13T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:40:10.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA!</title><content type='html'>See that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points to sidebar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a cbox! Haha. Just tag ahead. :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bounces away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-2273616716509878822?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2273616716509878822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=2273616716509878822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2273616716509878822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2273616716509878822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/psa.html' title='PSA!'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-9070004039224475495</id><published>2008-09-12T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:07:12.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabog.</title><content type='html'>That, my friend, is exactly what I feel today. I mean, come on. Who wouldn't feel that way after a grueling Math 4 activity/game, a sleep-inducing Bio lecture, a formal theme in English that had a question that reminded me awfully of SS2 *shudders*, and a SURPRISE nomenclature drill in Chem? Not to mention a lab activity in Physics, and that damned homework as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I was able to finish this new layout. Yay! I hated the third one -- it was ugly. I actually had three color schemes in mind for this layout, but a friend told me to go for this color scheme, so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Enough geekiness. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'd better go ahead and sleep. Or read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-9070004039224475495?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9070004039224475495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=9070004039224475495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/9070004039224475495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/9070004039224475495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/sabog.html' title='Sabog.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4168031532612135416</id><published>2008-09-11T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:25:32.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Assessment Test my arse.</title><content type='html'>Haha. Forty-three minutes left before I take part 1 of that effin' test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I didn't want to be a scientist when I first entered this school -- I wanted to be a lawyer, just like my dad. Now, I'm dreaming of becoming either a biologist or a chemist -- and probably the first one in our clan. Aren't they happy with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other stuff, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STELLEY! &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, happy birthday to my dad! ILY DAD. &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Enough ranting -- dismissal was fun, albeit in a... gago way. (Excuse my French -- it's the most apt word I can think of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bood Sci! Math 8! Blab Tech! SocSci 2.5! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Insanity, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. Haha. May nakakuha ng maraming chocolate today.... sino kaya yun? =)) HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. I feel hyper. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4168031532612135416?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4168031532612135416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4168031532612135416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4168031532612135416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4168031532612135416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/career-assessment-test-my-arse.html' title='Career Assessment Test my arse.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4194154568922605249</id><published>2008-09-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:05:20.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempted to cuss.</title><content type='html'>Ideally, I should be sleeping by now -- the apparent lack of homework (Physics HW is a piece of cake -- thank God we're under Ma'am Q!), plus my lack of willingness to study for that Chem LT tomorrow are the reasons why. Instead, I'm here, typing away, at 11:00 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually very sleepy now, but I'm trying to resist the urge. Why? &lt;i&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/i&gt; There's something I still need to do, but I can't seem to think of ways how to do it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm letting my download of iTunes 8 finish. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I really have to begin with that Filipino short story. Dammit. I suck at writing, I can't think of a plot, and my grasp of the Filipino language, especially when it comes to vocabulary, is a bit shaky at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think Sir JoGon's gonna check our first drafts tomorrow. I think. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this is good night for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS. I &amp;lt;3 FoodSci. And that chocolate custard. &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4194154568922605249?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4194154568922605249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4194154568922605249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4194154568922605249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4194154568922605249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/tempted-to-cuss.html' title='Tempted to cuss.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-6269595988845047217</id><published>2008-09-10T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:00:08.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo.</title><content type='html'>Nasa Comsci kami ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And yes, I am bored. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yay for JavaScript. &lt;strike&gt;(Because I know I'm such a geek. Sheesh.)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make kwento about FoodSci and lunch later, if I'm in the mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-6269595988845047217?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6269595988845047217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=6269595988845047217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6269595988845047217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6269595988845047217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/woo.html' title='Woo.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4122160784230413840</id><published>2008-09-09T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:58:50.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch. Haha. Wala lang.</title><content type='html'>Masaya. Na ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel. =)) Grabe. Gah. I'm so weird, I know.&lt;strike&gt; (And this is why I'm in the library now, and not... you know.)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Tapos chem practice blah. Haha. Yay nakuha ko yung J sa practice problems ni Ma'am Butaran. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nag-FLAMES si Kat. Eew. I hate playing that game. So gross. Seriously. So cheesy, and it feels so... I dunno. Desperate? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pangit pa ng results. =)) Panalo lang yung kay Alvin. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch pa rin ako ngayon. Nasa class na sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4122160784230413840?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4122160784230413840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4122160784230413840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4122160784230413840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4122160784230413840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/lunch-haha-wala-lang.html' title='Lunch. Haha. Wala lang.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-5641793738651041075</id><published>2008-09-08T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:54:48.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant. Rave. Love. Hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Rant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our homeroom adviser didn't show up at all for today's homeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should get used to his... style, but puh-leaze. He has report cards to collect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having a decent homeroom adviser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple breaks own, huge time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when spent with friends. MgG, you rock. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Hooray for 4 bonus quiz points! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think... I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Don't let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt this emo in ages... and now I'm feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as though the waves are crashing down on me while I'm on a surfboard. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno -- it feels like there's something that's definitely lacking in my life. It feels so dull without that something. Monotonous. Monochromatic. Flat. Plain. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pleasepleaseplease come. Whoever/whatever you may be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-5641793738651041075?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5641793738651041075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=5641793738651041075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5641793738651041075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5641793738651041075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant-rave-love-hate.html' title='Rant. Rave. Love. Hate.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7650896190950926704</id><published>2008-09-07T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:56:08.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed out -- on a Sunday.</title><content type='html'>How... fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this. You had one week of freedom -- one week without homework, without long tests or quizzes, without almost &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School rears its ugly head in the form of requirements, to be submitted on the first school day after that oh-so glorious week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How heavenly, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better go finish that blasted Chem homework now. And that SS homework too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7650896190950926704?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7650896190950926704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7650896190950926704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7650896190950926704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7650896190950926704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/stressed-out-on-sunday.html' title='Stressed out -- on a Sunday.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-697599463884567938</id><published>2008-09-06T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:07:21.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Hay, salamat. Nagawa ko rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana tuloy-tuloy na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. May pasok na ulit sa Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko pa. Wala pa ako sa mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro kasi... ewan ko. Mamimiss ko yung free time. :| Tsaka yung matinong pagkain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tsaka... bonding sessions. Basta. Blah.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-697599463884567938?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/697599463884567938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=697599463884567938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/697599463884567938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/697599463884567938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8779528268051848524</id><published>2008-09-03T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:43:51.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Pagod.</title><content type='html'>I'm just so freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just cozy up to that new book I got until I fall asleep. After all, it's another busy day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8779528268051848524?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8779528268051848524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8779528268051848524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8779528268051848524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8779528268051848524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/pagod.html' title='Pagod.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-194121884993365713</id><published>2008-09-01T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:38:27.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Taho! Taho!"</title><content type='html'>That was the semi-official battlecry of the White house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's already Humanities Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that same cheer helped us win the Tug-O-War. Haha. No, seriously. Our movements were in sync with our cheer, which, I guess, must've helped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the last round -- the final round, we already fell, but we still managed to bring home the bacon. Woo. \m/ I don't care about the after-effects of the game (rope burn! T_T), what mattered was that we rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I already LOVE Mg. Woo. :D Kaya natin yan! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand. During the Talent Show Teaser, maaaan. Isabel, you totally rock my socks. Seriously. You were AMAZING. You really, really &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; talent. :D No wonder you're leading the count now. Galiiiing. &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR ISABEL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I hated was... bleh. The COCCs. I know they're just doing their job, but come on. You come off as a bit too harsh. Heck, there was this one CO that was too strict -- I say this because I've observed that person while lounging around our assigned area. D: Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't get to join the tree-planting since I was cooped up at the War Room. Haha. Anlamiiiig. XD Tapos daming ideas rin. Wheeee. :D Tapos bonding rin. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And practice... well, last Saturday's was better. But then, yeah, we're all exhausted now, compared to then, so it's fine. I just hope we can really pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, KKKwiz bukas. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's to luck, and to wishing that things will turn out nicely for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT&lt;i&gt;// &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Links to other INHUMANITIES Day 1 Posts here (kasi sabi ni Ada):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monkeydumpling.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-humanities-weekseriously-1st-day.html"&gt;John-John (III-K)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ada-nikki.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-said-and-what-im-actually.html"&gt;Ada (III - K)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oo-na-oona.blogspot.com/2008/09/humanities-week-day-1.html"&gt;Oona (III - K)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-194121884993365713?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/194121884993365713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=194121884993365713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/194121884993365713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/194121884993365713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/taho-taho.html' title='&quot;Taho! Taho!&quot;'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8960240972303752547</id><published>2008-08-31T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:38:53.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galing kay Lea.</title><content type='html'>Kasi bored ako. Actually, hindi bored. BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[One] from whom was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;--mom :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Two] Where was your primary picture taken at?&lt;br /&gt;--yung pic sa sidebar? sa tech prep room yan :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Three] What's your middle initial?&lt;br /&gt;-- P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Four] Your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;--...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Five] Does your crush(s) like you back?&lt;br /&gt;--? Anong crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Six] What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;--*points at first sentence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seven] What's your moms name?&lt;br /&gt;--Larraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eight] What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;--sky blue :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nine] What was the last thing you drank ?&lt;br /&gt;--Rootbeer! \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ten] If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;--I doubt I would -- everything turned out to be perfectly fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eleven] Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;--...side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twelve] Favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;--I don't have a song to single out.. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirteen] Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;--Tulog. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fifteen] Do you wanna date somebody?&lt;br /&gt;--no. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sixteen] Name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;--I don't know. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seventeen] When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;--matagal na. can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eighteen] Who would you do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;--my friends. and family. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nineteen] Who is your idol?&lt;br /&gt;--er... wala, actually. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty] What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;--eyes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-two] What's your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;--...what secret? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-three] Where is your ex?&lt;br /&gt;--O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-four] Favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;--err.... dami e. Rent, WALL-E are just some of the few. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-five] Do you still watch kiddie movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;--depends. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-six] What are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;--nothing, pero maglulunch na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-seven] Do you speak any other language?Aside from english and tagalog?&lt;br /&gt;--i know how to count in spanish... and i can understand a &lt;b&gt;bit&lt;/b&gt; of spanish and portuguese (found the latter bit out on a trip to macao). but can i speak them? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-eight] Describe your life one word, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;--...boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-three] What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;--i... don't know. looking for a white shirt? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-eight] Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;--back when i still liked him, yeah. that's why we fell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-nine] What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;--black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Forty] Who was the last person who made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;--Hmm. Person lang ba? Magnesium2010 kaya. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8960240972303752547?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8960240972303752547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8960240972303752547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8960240972303752547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8960240972303752547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/galing-kay-lea.html' title='Galing kay Lea.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-2328207185284556821</id><published>2008-08-30T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:41:51.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magnesium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads'/><title type='text'>Sa bahay ni Dan..</title><content type='html'>Masaya. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Mg! Go siksikan-sa-kotse-ni-wak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, naputol yung Eheads reunion -- Ely was rushed to the hospital. &lt;a href="http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/breakingnews/breakingnews/view/20080830-157767/Eraserheads-reunion-cut-short-Buendia-rushed-to-hospital"&gt;Click here for more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-2328207185284556821?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2328207185284556821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=2328207185284556821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2328207185284556821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2328207185284556821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/sa-bahay-ni-dan.html' title='Sa bahay ni Dan..'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8373771467188081889</id><published>2008-08-29T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:10:41.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I was supposed to put sandbox_js(1) here last night, but I fell asleep, so... ack. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yeah. I hated lunch time today. Seriously. It was HELL. I was practically rushing from one end of the SHB to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the Chem SW that was due at 12 (at one end of the 1st floor corridor). Next was the Physics HW that was ALSO due at 12 (at the opposite end of aforementioned corridor). Then, the KKKwiz meet-and-greet (second floor corridor). Plus an AX meeting (other end of the latter). Not to mention Luis and I went up to the &lt;i&gt;4th&lt;/i&gt; floor to look for Sir Martin (for the AX meeting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle I'm alright now. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad it's already Humanities Week. Strangely enough, it doesn't feel as &lt;i&gt;inhumane&lt;/i&gt; as it used to be -- or is it just my experiences now in third year that make me feel that way? I don't know, I guess it's a mix of both us not having a lot to do -- practically our only requirements for that week are the DiKum for Fil and the ACLEs, which require our presence -- and the fact that this is already my third Humanities week, which makes me feel like it's something normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because the Foundation Day is on the last day of that week -- the least stressful day, as we're only going to have a convocation and the talent show. Whee. The latter sounds fun -- I hope the Math Unit ends up performing! And I'd love to see Ma'am Sagucio dance again. Woo. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be overloaded with normal school requirements after that, though, I'm sure. :| Like, LTs and ProbSets and blah. Ugh. But at least we get a week off from these -- to be honest, I get tired easily nowadays, and I'd drift to sleep as soon as I get home. Not a good sign if I want to retain my grades. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of grades, it's card-giving on Saturday! Noooo. Though I pretty much know my average already -- the only grade I haven't found out about is my PEH grade -- I'm still scared. Haha. I wonder who are the DL people in Mg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reads through post* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. This was a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. I'm running out of things to rant/whine about, so, yeah. Haha. It ends here for now, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8373771467188081889?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8373771467188081889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8373771467188081889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8373771467188081889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8373771467188081889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/oops.html' title='Oops.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-6677931098741380616</id><published>2008-08-28T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:28:28.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JavaScript woes.</title><content type='html'>Not. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I've thought of trying to code a particular problem -- an alert will pop-up with a message that changes depending on the time of the day. So I looked for a code that displays a message on the site itself similar to the one in the problem, then looked for the code for functions, combined them, and changed it into an alert instead of using the document.write snippet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WORKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Since this is my first foray into JavaScript coding (but not programming), I guess you could say that I was really, really happy that my first attempt worked. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah, I know I sound SO geeky. Sheesh.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, that Math Speed Test was... Gah. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I'm in the library again. Haha. Excuse? "Upload ko lang Bio, ah." =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; uploading it. Just that the internet here takes forever to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm killing time here. Blogging. Haha. I don't know what the fark to do right now. I'd cuss, but, yeah... I'm in school, and this blog IS for ComSci, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, er... I dunno. I'll be using this as a sandbox for my JavaScript experiments. Haha. Yeah, this is not just my CSS/layout sandbox anymore. Expect sandbox_js(1) tonight, I guess -- it's gonna be that alert message thingy. XD [This blog is on sandbox_css(3) now :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so freaking geeky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-6677931098741380616?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6677931098741380616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=6677931098741380616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6677931098741380616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6677931098741380616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/javascript-woes.html' title='JavaScript woes.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-2090952442956470458</id><published>2008-08-27T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:51:01.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math 4'/><title type='text'>Kasi kulang pa ako ng posts for CS</title><content type='html'>Well, technically, I'm not lacking in posts -- we only need 5 posts from different dates from August 22 - Sept 12. I have 3 posts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah. I'd like to outdo myself. I'd like to post a minimum of 10 for that period, so, yeah. Official entry number 4. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'd like to go ahead and read up on JavaScript more right now, but there's Trig to worry about. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 5 pi/3 = 1/cos 240 = -2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*checks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awmehn. Wrong degree. Wrong value. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's effin' 2. Not NEGATIVE 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-2090952442956470458?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2090952442956470458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=2090952442956470458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2090952442956470458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2090952442956470458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/kasi-kulang-pa-ako-ng-posts-for-cs.html' title='Kasi kulang pa ako ng posts for CS'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7735566593142678834</id><published>2008-08-25T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:51:29.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall-E was so dang cute.</title><content type='html'>No, seriously. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Haha. A feel-good movie, indeed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last movie that made me feel that way was Kung Fu Panda,&lt;strike&gt; and that was only because Po reminded me of someone I know. And the Taoist references, of course. XD&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Wall-E, it was seriously so damn good. It had minimal dialogue, true, but in this case, the saying "Actions speak louder than words" really applies. It was so DAMN cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch this again, and again, and again. Because that's how good it was. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7735566593142678834?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7735566593142678834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7735566593142678834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7735566593142678834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7735566593142678834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/wall-e-was-so-dang-cute.html' title='Wall-E was so dang cute.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-915855393428760065</id><published>2008-08-24T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:57:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahblahblah.</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to post this, so that I may not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="cut" href="javascript:animatedcollapse.toggle('baggage')"&gt;Here's to memories.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="baggage"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;August 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;LSS of the Moment: Say -- Boyce Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Aside from that epic!fail Math LT, today was otherwise fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. It wasn't just fine. I really, really loved today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took a hug, but I was luckier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two -- and the other one was pretty unexpected. I was only supposed to give him a high five, and nothing more. So, yeah, I was pretty shocked (though I didn't show it) when he just hugged me after that high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah. I'm happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like a hug to warm me up, especially on this cold August night. :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-915855393428760065?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/915855393428760065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=915855393428760065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/915855393428760065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/915855393428760065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/blahblahblah.html' title='Blahblahblah.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4877644761155189151</id><published>2008-08-24T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:01:28.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom.</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been perfect for thinking about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've come to a decision. Well, not really a decision. More like, realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel so goddamn happy now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4877644761155189151?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4877644761155189151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4877644761155189151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4877644761155189151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4877644761155189151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/boom.html' title='Boom.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-303919297437288179</id><published>2008-08-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:12:05.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Exhausted, that's what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. I'm getting tired of third year. It feels pointless, you know -- extremely pointless. Too stressful. Plus, I'm not getting satisfactory grades -- they have been disappointing for the most part. It feels like.. I dunno, like I've already done my damned best and yet, it's still f***ing mediocre. Like I'm not good at anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I probably am --maybe I'm just goddamn mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's this cliche that goes "There will always be someone who's better than you", but, come on.&lt;strike&gt; I want my fifteen seconds of fame, dammit.&lt;/strike&gt; I just want to know where I excel because to be honest, I don't feel like I excel in anything. Seriously. Can't even write decently. Can't sing. Can't damn dance, or act, or excel in sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. Pardon this rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-303919297437288179?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/303919297437288179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=303919297437288179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/303919297437288179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/303919297437288179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-5887962349098112745</id><published>2008-08-22T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:39:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>My blog's DARK BLUE in the comsci lab... when viewed with a projector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I'll change the layout later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-5887962349098112745?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5887962349098112745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=5887962349098112745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5887962349098112745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5887962349098112745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8460114525831657196</id><published>2008-08-18T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:47:48.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh.</title><content type='html'>Internet's down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leeching off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying, really. At least I'm done with Chem.Yay. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm running out of things to say. So bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although last Friday was amazing, to say the least. Amazing, and utterly satisfying. You know who you are. Thank you soooo much. :D Hope we have those again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I want to say now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8460114525831657196?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8460114525831657196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8460114525831657196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8460114525831657196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8460114525831657196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/bleh.html' title='Bleh.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-4212330109078204516</id><published>2008-08-13T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:09:54.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramayana'/><title type='text'>I feel so freaking tired.</title><content type='html'>But hey! It was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially LOVE Mg2010. Seriously. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we just crammed it and stuff, but, hell, we managed to pull it through. :D And yeah, I'm grateful we got a decent grade for it too -- I thought we were going to get a LOW grade for it. It wasn't perfect, but at least we were able to do our best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... yeah. They were able to do the final scene too. HAHA. Amazing, really, since they weren't really able to rehearse that, and they pulled it off... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. HAHA. I'm just so effin' grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mg \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-4212330109078204516?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4212330109078204516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=4212330109078204516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4212330109078204516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/4212330109078204516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-so-freaking-tired.html' title='I feel so freaking tired.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7935070510728338102</id><published>2008-08-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:29:12.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramayana'/><title type='text'>RaMgayana</title><content type='html'>The following conversation reflects exactly what I feel right now. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me: kinakabahan ako. :|&lt;br /&gt;me: bukas na :|&lt;br /&gt;blah: good luck!&lt;br /&gt;me: haha.&lt;br /&gt;me: thanks, %#@%*! &lt;i&gt;(censored to protect privacy)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: :D&lt;br /&gt;me: i really do hope we pull it off...&lt;br /&gt;blah: yeah. so all your hard work pays off&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RaMgayana. 1130. 08132008. SHB-303 (Audi).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7935070510728338102?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7935070510728338102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7935070510728338102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7935070510728338102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7935070510728338102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramgayana.html' title='RaMgayana'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8376427486245622373</id><published>2008-08-07T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:15:24.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food sci'/><title type='text'>Food Sci = &lt;3</title><content type='html'>We had our field trip today in Food Sci, and may I say, it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full kwento later. I'm doing Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And yes, I skipped 3 classes, and an emergency club meeting just for the trip.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-8376427486245622373?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8376427486245622373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8376427486245622373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8376427486245622373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8376427486245622373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-sci-3.html' title='Food Sci = &lt;3'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-5737726719816017824</id><published>2008-08-04T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:28:29.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer&apos;s block'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>Nasa lib...</title><content type='html'>...ulit. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. My brain feels drained. No, seriously. Can't really think of anything anymore. Good thing Math's in the morning, else I'd be screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this morning, Ma'am Paz told me that I was a nominee for this conference thing, to be held in India this November. So, yeah, she told me that I had to go to the library, where we were going to be briefed about the application process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went there, I thought we just had to fill out forms and stuff. BUT NO. We were made to write an essay. This would be fine with me, except that it was on the spot, and the topic was... well, it was difficult to write about. I think I stared at the monitor for 10 minutes (what a waste) before typing anything, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well. At least I was able to finish it. I feel mine's utter crap, though -- there was no coherence whatsoever, and I kinda went in circles. Yeah. Hooray for circular logic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I hope I get in. And if ever I do... haha. Can someone pay for my plane tickets? And give me pocket money? PLEAAASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's to luck, and to wishing that things will turn out nicely for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-5737726719816017824?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5737726719816017824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=5737726719816017824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5737726719816017824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/5737726719816017824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/nasa-lib.html' title='Nasa lib...'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-8861942021724787279</id><published>2008-08-01T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:51:50.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia wave, and why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="cut" href="javascript:animatedcollapse.toggle('nostalgia')"&gt;(warning: mushy, senti, emo. yeah.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="nostalgia"&gt;I notice, every start of the second quarter since second year, we (Garnet) always visit our English forum, read old posts, and reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't able to figure out why, although I believe I do have a slightly rational explanation to it, at least on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second quarter. By this time, I'm usually fully-adjusted to our new workload. I'm quite ready to face head-on the remaining hurdles of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, somehow, I really am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rereading our old posts from first year gives me some sort of confidence. They tell me, &lt;i&gt;hey, Marz! You can do this -- you've encountered similar problems in the past, and you've come out unscathed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, second quarter is the perfect time to look back. Not first quarter, no -- you'd want to concentrate during that quarter. This time around, you'd love to kick back a bit -- and a nostalgia trip can do wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was inspired by a garnet confe. :D&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/7904016258919958237-8861942021724787279?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8861942021724787279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=8861942021724787279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8861942021724787279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/8861942021724787279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/08/nostalgia-wave-and-why.html' title='Nostalgia wave, and why.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-3435367732307376509</id><published>2008-07-31T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:03:49.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geekiness'/><title type='text'>Nah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="cut" href="javascript:animatedcollapse.toggle('geekiness')"&gt;(warning: geekiness. XD)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="geekiness"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found the code that I needed. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got an awesome version too. It's a bit different, sure, but.. come on. Try that read more link on the Oh. My. God. post. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innit awesoooome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Mg!G bonding sessions. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go out sometime! Pleasepleaseplease? :( [Nood tayo ng The Dark Knight! =(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame the recent circumstances, ergo, perio week. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-3435367732307376509?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3435367732307376509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=3435367732307376509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/3435367732307376509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/3435367732307376509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/nah.html' title='Nah.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1159167795566189877</id><published>2008-07-30T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:39:48.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML Woes.</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find the code I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone -- anyone -- teach me how to do those "More..." links you see in Wordpress for Blogger? (Haha. Doesn't sound right XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I'm supposed to be studying. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1159167795566189877?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1159167795566189877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1159167795566189877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1159167795566189877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1159167795566189877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/html-woes.html' title='HTML Woes.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1118168578892978706</id><published>2008-07-30T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:25:00.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole world is crashing...</title><content type='html'>...right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I feel random today, I'm sorry -- it must be the effect of taking a Physics perio that's EPIC FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that didn't help me a bit -- during that meeting after for AKSIS, my mind was totally blank. I couldn't think of anything except how that perio screwed me up (forgive me, Sir Martin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;It's all &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; fault. Does she honestly think that making us read up on it ONLY would suffice?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;why did he have to enter my life, dammit?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Just... don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1118168578892978706?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1118168578892978706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1118168578892978706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1118168578892978706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1118168578892978706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/whole-world-is-crashing.html' title='The whole world is crashing...'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-1956014504867415337</id><published>2008-07-28T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:28:21.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh.</title><content type='html'>I haven't written here in... days. O_O Forgive me -- school work's on the way, and yeah. Writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really a serious kind -- I just couldn't think of anything less personal to write about, and, yeah. Been focusing on a songfic I've been writing for, oh, two months. (Yeah, I know, killer songfic -- I usually write them in just a few hours.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway. I was browsing through my notebooks dating back from second year, and saw this idea I had for a story. Basically, it was inspired by my experiences in Pisay (both from first year and second), and that &lt;strike&gt;damned&lt;/strike&gt; journal we had to keep last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this &lt;i&gt;barkada&lt;/i&gt; of eight, who keep a sort of group journal. Every month, one of them has to write an entry, whether it be about their grades, their love life, their classmates, or their families. And at the end of the year, they decide to do something with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could still continue with the idea, except that I really don't know how to end it. I don't really know what they're supposed to do in the end. Maybe make it like a time capsule of sorts? I really don't know. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well. Let's save that for sembreak. Or that long weekend coming up next month. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-1956014504867415337?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1956014504867415337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=1956014504867415337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1956014504867415337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/1956014504867415337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/bleh.html' title='Bleh.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-6091314804915928761</id><published>2008-07-23T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:54:19.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happyhappyhappy.</title><content type='html'>Bleh. Don't mind what I said in my second to the latest post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel waaaay better now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Sir Nat's walk-out earlier scared me. T_T Raaawr. Pero... yeah. Bonding moment rin. Basta. Hahahaha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this week has gone by too fast. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-6091314804915928761?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6091314804915928761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=6091314804915928761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6091314804915928761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6091314804915928761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/happyhappyhappy.html' title='Happyhappyhappy.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-3240966200489403044</id><published>2008-07-20T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:43:20.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack, emo.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the emoness and mushyness of my previous post. Just had to vent it all out, I guess. You see, for these past few days, I've been feeling like everything's piling up. Then, bam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was bound to explode sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, I've got to concentrate on my studies, especially that it's already HELL week. Grah. We have a lot of homework this weekend, and it doesn't help that most of them are due tomorrow (yes, you read that right). Oh, and did I mention we have 6 long tests this week? Utter win, I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Hell week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for sembreak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-3240966200489403044?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3240966200489403044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=3240966200489403044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/3240966200489403044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/3240966200489403044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/ack-emo.html' title='Ack, emo.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-6883683309466140021</id><published>2008-07-18T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T13:27:26.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running all over the place, because I'm great like hell.</title><content type='html'>It's Comsci again. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. I feel so freaking stressed out. I haven't had lunch YET, since I came from not one, but two club meetings. Talk about time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've gladly skipped the first meeting if I weren't an officer for that club. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Nothing, really. Haven't done anything that's worth sharing in ages. Yeah, that's what Pisay does to you -- it sucks out the life out of you, and makes you feel like you're part of an undead horde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. That was... random. Although let's face it, it makes sense, right? Haven't had a life anymore. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sucks to be me, it sucks to be me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-6883683309466140021?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6883683309466140021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=6883683309466140021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6883683309466140021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/6883683309466140021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/running-all-over-place-because-im-great.html' title='Running all over the place, because I&apos;m great like hell.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-3869970506180952213</id><published>2008-07-17T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:25:30.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lib, lib, lib</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I'm in the library now... my internet connection at home's not in tip-top shape, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah. I'm bored and I need to look for stuff for STR. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-3869970506180952213?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3869970506180952213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=3869970506180952213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/3869970506180952213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/3869970506180952213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/lib-lib-lib.html' title='Lib, lib, lib'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-3549457464382096154</id><published>2008-07-16T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:29:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAAAAP.</title><content type='html'>SS na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-3549457464382096154?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3549457464382096154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=3549457464382096154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/3549457464382096154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/3549457464382096154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/craaaap.html' title='CRAAAAP.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7034395222402640157</id><published>2008-07-15T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:35:46.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Chem</title><content type='html'>I officially despise CHEM now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. I hate those effin' solubility rules and crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, hooray for a new layout, inspired by The Beatles' "Strawberry Fields Forever". Yeah, I know it's pink and black, but... come on. They look good together, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well. Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7034395222402640157?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7034395222402640157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7034395222402640157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7034395222402640157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7034395222402640157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/killer-chem.html' title='Killer Chem'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-915708064602322606</id><published>2008-07-14T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:31:28.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration, sigh.</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling rather angry at &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; this morning as I went to school, I was all, "You b**ta*d."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; manages to make me happy, when I least expected it, when I least wanted &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to talk to him, but I ended up doing so. Just because I went the wrong way, walked the wrong path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;Oh, crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crap, Marz. You're emo again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Someone please please please shoot me now.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-915708064602322606?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/915708064602322606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=915708064602322606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/915708064602322606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/915708064602322606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/frustration-sigh.html' title='Frustration, sigh.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-9207910077604003011</id><published>2008-07-11T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:28:25.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comsci, Comsci.</title><content type='html'>Bang, bang, bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Comsci right now. Not that it's obvious, but, well. XD And we're learning frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang, bang, bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owel. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-9207910077604003011?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9207910077604003011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=9207910077604003011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/9207910077604003011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/9207910077604003011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/comsci-comsci.html' title='Comsci, Comsci.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-12873071806160702</id><published>2008-07-09T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:20:09.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol.</title><content type='html'>Siguro ang tanda ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araw-araw ako binabati ng Happy Birthday nina Mai at Proc e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nagbibilang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 + 9 = 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaw. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-12873071806160702?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/12873071806160702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=12873071806160702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/12873071806160702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/12873071806160702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol.html' title='Lol.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-7803290622044038957</id><published>2008-07-05T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:59:52.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang bang bang</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to learn how to play the guitar again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need poetry skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. I need to write a song. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-7803290622044038957?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7803290622044038957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=7803290622044038957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7803290622044038957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/7803290622044038957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/bang-bang-bang.html' title='Bang bang bang'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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-7904016258919958237.post-2453757580598419641</id><published>2008-07-04T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:57:47.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick, quick, quick.</title><content type='html'>I need a new slash shipping (preferably not g/g). Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904016258919958237-2453757580598419641?l=girl-onthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2453757580598419641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904016258919958237&amp;postID=2453757580598419641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2453757580598419641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904016258919958237/posts/default/2453757580598419641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-onthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-quick-quick.html' title='Quick, quick, quick.'/><author><name>girlonthewall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13151293555306512435</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>
