<?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-4021088519079294515</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:05:45.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>++reiKa doesn't cry++Ü</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-5327533836499480125</id><published>2011-09-04T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T04:34:59.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 12, 2009-Sunday</title><content type='html'>that's the date when the three blog posts below were created. they were our project in English when I was still a Junior high school student.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-5327533836499480125?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5327533836499480125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=5327533836499480125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/5327533836499480125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/5327533836499480125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/july-12-2009-sunday.html' title='July 12, 2009-Sunday'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-2705781503774148479</id><published>2011-09-04T04:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T04:31:38.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;—I Corinthians 13:4-8a (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verse above describes the characteristics of true love. We can say that love is true when the person you love shows you how much he loves you. There’s a saying that “actions speak louder than words” and this is true. Words are easy to say but sometimes hard to do. Saying ‘I love you’ is not enough, it should be done. In love, lovers should have honesty, trust, and patience, be understanding and of course, love. And if you have problems, try not to keep them from your love. Let the two of you fix problems together. There should always be proper communication between the lovers. There should be no secrets. If there is no honesty, there will be no trust. You should treat each other equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any problem, how big or small it is, tell it to your love one. Let him/her help you fix the problem. Show your love not only by saying ‘I love you’. Do things that make him/her feel your love. Over saying of these words or any actions make your love feel uncomfortable. Don’t be overacting that your love wanted to have space already. Sometimes, you also need to sacrifice for your love one. Example, if he is happier with another and you really want to see him happy, you will decide and think of setting him free. Though it hurts, you do this for the person you love because you see him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others say that there is really no true love. But if your love life conquers all, passed all the trials and the lovers feel that it is already stable, we could say that love is real and long lasting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-2705781503774148479?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2705781503774148479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=2705781503774148479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2705781503774148479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2705781503774148479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-5798714392897423714</id><published>2011-09-04T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T04:31:13.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing as Disaster</title><content type='html'>Blessing is a miracle from above, a piece of good fortune actually given by God. Every blessing should be taken care of.  How important it is, it should be controlled properly. A blessing could ruin our lives how big or small it is. You are lucky if you handle these blessings right because they will definitely have positive and good effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our blessings seem a disaster for us. For example is friendship, sometimes we do not manage it right that’s why two friends became enemies. Another reason is when the blessing has something to exchange with. You cannot be happy because the replacement maybe something important for you. For an instance, in order to have something, you need to sacrifice for that and even give more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, some people are against that blessing and tried to make you fall. They did not want to make you happy. A good example is love, if a person envies another for having a good love life, he tried to distract and break the relationship of the lovers.  Sometimes, we already commit mistakes so as to fix the problem. All of us should remember to control the blessings given to us perfectly to prevent making a disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-5798714392897423714?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5798714392897423714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=5798714392897423714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/5798714392897423714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/5798714392897423714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/blessing-as-disaster.html' title='Blessing as Disaster'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-4051317031177438476</id><published>2011-09-04T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T04:30:46.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure from Misfortunes</title><content type='html'>Pleasure means feeling of happiness, delight, or satisfaction on something. If you hear this word, it seems that it has positive reasons. For example, a person has reached his goals, positive perspectives and has fulfilling relationships that’s why he is satisfied. But sometimes, people derive pleasure from the misfortunes of others. And this feeling is sort of bad characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person suffering from misfortunes is commonly being pitied. Other people tried to help the person recover from their trials. And they also understand the situation of the person involved. But we could not blame others if someone’s fall be their happiness. The main reason for this is that that person is either he is your enemy or has bad feelings for you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people derive pleasure from the misfortunes of others. You feel happy simply because you knew that your enemy failed. In your part, there will be happiness because he had misfortune in life. You feel lucky that there was something bad that happened to him even you are not the one who did that. It’s like someone or something help you make him fall. And this thought is not obnoxious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-4051317031177438476?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4051317031177438476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=4051317031177438476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/4051317031177438476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/4051317031177438476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/pleasure-from-misfortunes.html' title='Pleasure from Misfortunes'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-3280999958301570245</id><published>2009-07-11T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:40:58.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hai buhai.@_@</title><content type='html'>ang hirap ng ginagalawan kong mundo.andming problema.ndi ko kyang magisa to.psalamat nlng at nariyan ang aking friends.kkyanin ko to pra sa knila.pra sa mga friends ko.pra sa pamilya ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encee:&lt;br /&gt;ttndaan mu lng na,wala kng kslanan.wag k snagn mglit knino mn.ingat plgi.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a friend:&lt;br /&gt;ndi ako glit,naiinis lng.sana nmn wag ng lumla to.alm kong ndi n mbblik ang tulad ng dti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndi ako mgsosory dhil wala n nmn akong gngwang msama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natutunan kong dpat ndi ako dpt nging pdlos dlos sa mga aksyong gngwa ko.haizt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero wala n kong mggwa,ngyri na,bhla na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mttpos din ang lht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mggng mligaya rin tayo.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-3280999958301570245?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3280999958301570245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=3280999958301570245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/3280999958301570245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/3280999958301570245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hai-buhai.html' title='hai buhai.@_@'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-6025939696162067694</id><published>2009-01-18T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:12:28.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>January 14,2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was his birthday but this was not the highlight of this post. =p Actually, it's the day my father went back to Qatar,for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had classes today so I didn't go with them in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE PAPA! Have a safe trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you and I love you always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=' (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-6025939696162067694?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6025939696162067694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=6025939696162067694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/6025939696162067694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/6025939696162067694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-222050639025138437</id><published>2009-01-10T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:43:37.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientific basis vs. observations..</title><content type='html'>Physics time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARISTOTLE vs. GALILEO. The most awaited debate of our section. We had this debate about the scientist and the philosopher for two days. On the first day, i t was not so interesting debate because most of us were obviously not ready for the debate (including me^_^). For that day, neither the two groups had score. 0-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could see on Ma'am face the unexcitedness of our debate. She was the one to give us the examples and the two groups would give their concepts and explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am told us to study our topics so for the next meeting. We are all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND DAY. All were reading books about Galileo and Aristotle. The debate was so hot.&lt;br /&gt;Nosebleed! All of us need to speak English while explaining things. One of them is Dei who is really fluent in English and very fast in speaking in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you could see who is "llamado" and "dehado". Of course, our team "Aristotle's students" is the 'llamado'. We were defending our concepts while the other group is always going back to our first topic when we already gave another concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, we're the room is on fire while debating. After all, we're still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE FOR ALL, ALL FOR ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*congratulations for both groups!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-222050639025138437?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/222050639025138437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=222050639025138437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/222050639025138437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/222050639025138437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/scientific-basis-vs-observations.html' title='Scientific basis vs. observations..'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-7920813182226994206</id><published>2009-01-01T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:42:59.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Happy New Year to everyone but I guess I am the loneliest and most stupid this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying while the other people were celebrating and welcoming 2009. It's just because of a simple job. 'Get the clothes upstairs. They might smell like the smoke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was coughing and coughing while getting those stupid clothes!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would die!hmmp!&lt;br /&gt;I really hate that...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid smoke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us need to be happy this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year, New Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the problems and stupidness behind...^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-7920813182226994206?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7920813182226994206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=7920813182226994206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7920813182226994206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7920813182226994206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-349567738602349639</id><published>2009-01-01T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:09:08.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ocean park+manila zoo/sm+star city</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;December 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ocean Park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...so nice! There were many fishes and sharks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286561814895821522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2j9hQCgtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/op70rTY510A/s320/sc+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286562178917135698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2kStVe9VI/AAAAAAAAASA/mkSZ9LUtmkA/s320/sc+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286562667200337906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2kvIVRV_I/AAAAAAAAASI/Hn8bKy-OpbE/s320/sc+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286564492161487698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2mZW16k1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/KAueYVDHXeM/s320/sc+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286564845385300642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2mt6tCOqI/AAAAAAAAASY/XKS4D8DVHz4/s320/sc+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After the trip in Ocean Park, we stopped on Manila Zoo but my aunts, my uncle, my grandparents, my cousin, my mother and I went to SM. The others decided to go inside the zoo. I liked two headbands and my uncle paid them for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's already past two in the afternoon, we went to Star City. There were many people inside. My cousins, my uncle and I rode in Star Flyer. My heart almost fell. We alsoo wanted to ride on the other exciting rides but the lines were very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286568104804935170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2pro_O5gI/AAAAAAAAASg/2Me99yRFknQ/s320/sc+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also went inside the Snow World. It was really very very cold inside. Imagine 15 degrees celsius!! I was just wearing 'tokong' and sandals. Inside, we slid on the ice slide. We didn't stay in there for a long time because we may not take the temperature inside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, I bought two zagus!haha!very mataks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went home at 10 pm. The time we're going home was fast. As if, I slept just for five minutes and we're home already. :-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-349567738602349639?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/349567738602349639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=349567738602349639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/349567738602349639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/349567738602349639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ocean-parkmanila-zoosmstar-city.html' title='ocean park+manila zoo/sm+star city'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2j9hQCgtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/op70rTY510A/s72-c/sc+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-7705548685502448706</id><published>2009-01-01T21:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:29:40.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;December 28&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Jenna!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It wasn't my special day but it is for Jenna, my classmate, friend and baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She wanted her birthday be with her friends so I accepted her invitation even though I knew it's cold nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Viell and I shared and bought a bear as a gift for Jenna. We went to Roberto's though Aaron, Jenna and her family aren't there yet. We saw Loriza, Lorena and Zyrex waiting outside. We waited for for minutes and they arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We thought the whole pool was reserved but it's only the table. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a lot of fun there. We played "mataya-taya" in the pool. Jenna almost drowned because she would be drowned rather than be the it of the game. Haha! Good thing I held her in her arms though I almost be drowned too. We also wiped icings on each other after Jenna had blown the candle of her chocolate cake. The water in the pool is really cold as if there were ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286560629341817218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2i4gt8CYI/AAAAAAAAARw/qbrvUv45ygQ/s320/1_255244137l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286559980730867442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2iSwdCXvI/AAAAAAAAARg/QJSnXW42ulw/s320/1_237615550l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286560099057253330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2iZpQPu9I/AAAAAAAAARo/SCEWKUlMUPg/s320/1_532829561l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--This is also the day my Tita Lina and my mother attended the despedida party of their friend. I wasn't able to go with them there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;=' ( BYE BYE! =( --how sad--)=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-7705548685502448706?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7705548685502448706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=7705548685502448706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7705548685502448706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7705548685502448706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-celebration.html' title='a birthday celebration'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2i4gt8CYI/AAAAAAAAARw/qbrvUv45ygQ/s72-c/1_255244137l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-7593887997203935463</id><published>2009-01-01T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:00:41.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noche Buena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day before Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's always a tradition to our family that we would all be together in the house of my grandmother. We would celebrate the Noche Buena there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The mothers would cook their specialty and bring the food in Lola's house. We would eat together. We also had exchanged gifts. Also, it's the time for us to give our gifts to the other. We would give and receive either things or money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We decided to wear red or green shirts this day because those are the color of Christmas. Me? I wore my red macintosh t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We slept at two in the morning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286555861635757298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2ei_oO9PI/AAAAAAAAARI/22Nn1LouClI/s320/xmas+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the grandparents and the grandchildren&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286556285180000386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2e7pdDOII/AAAAAAAAARQ/AesVFL-WCyc/s320/xmas+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my family with Lolo and Lola&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-7593887997203935463?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7593887997203935463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=7593887997203935463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7593887997203935463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7593887997203935463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/noche-buena.html' title='Noche Buena'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2ei_oO9PI/AAAAAAAAARI/22Nn1LouClI/s72-c/xmas+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-5452753996048013990</id><published>2009-01-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:43:13.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmona Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;December 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're still tired due to our christmas party yesterday, we joined this event for GSP. At 6:30 in the morning, we're already in the school. We arrived in Trece and waited for so long for the others to come. While waiting, we ate in a bakery. After some time, they arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Carmona especifically, in Tahanan ni Maria. The place is very clean,the air is fresh because around it is the rice field. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286551276136353618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2aYFT-z1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nbbpd-srxxc/s320/carmona+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived there, we danced at the front of the elders and the other girl scouts. Then, we went to Lantic Elementary School. We had exchanged gifts there and ate biscuit and drank juice. I received a picture frame from the exchange gift.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286550850944119842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2Z_VWQNCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Xfucp9nqf8o/s320/1_118538541l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286550940585315138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2aEjSYS0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZiyJkpYbu4E/s320/1_508870594l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SM Dasma and had our lunch in the food court. Of course, the picture taking wasn't forgotten. It was really fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286551580126368738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2apxw2U-I/AAAAAAAAARA/0k6EZGhj2eE/s320/1_557488901l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-5452753996048013990?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5452753996048013990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=5452753996048013990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/5452753996048013990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/5452753996048013990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/carmona-trip.html' title='Carmona Trip'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2aYFT-z1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nbbpd-srxxc/s72-c/carmona+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-1748543858136222650</id><published>2009-01-01T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:42:46.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty La Fea Fever[toinkZ!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;December 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an almost whole-day practice, this is what all have been waiting. "Paskuhan sa Sayans" is the theme of the christmas program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, it was the choral competition. Our costumes are PE uniform with jacket, then a towel put around our neck. We're the first one to perform. At the end of our presentation, two of the Juniors would throw crashed styrofoam. But, it's like I;m the only performer there because Charmaine just poured most of the styrofoam to me. [ may galit ata sa akin] joke! Luckily (and obviously) we are the winner! For the third time. Thanks Dei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286545703813192194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2VTuynGgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pNyv_oQKs0M/s320/xmasparty+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch, we ate in 7 eleven then went to Aaron's house to get their magic sing and television. They have a cute white cat and it's always following me. It's following me because of my white scarf. I screamed one time because it jumped on the sofa where I was sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila and I went back to the schoool first because we'd still do something. Me? I had to braid my hair and put spraynet so that my hair would be curly like Betty's hair when I remove the ponytail. And also, I changed my clothes to Betty La Fea outfit but I wasn't wearing skirt and without braces in the mouth. I didn't like to wear skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the latest year level christmas party. We had games without prices, bands performances and per section presentation. We ate in our own classrooms after that program. This year we didn't have icing but I think it's better not to have it. We also had our picture taking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286546549250000162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2WE8SdBSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/wUe6UFSylt4/s320/xmasparty+(50).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286546201502750578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2Vws1DF3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/r6amEMs5sgY/s320/xmasparty+(134).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so tiring but enjoying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-1748543858136222650?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1748543858136222650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=1748543858136222650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/1748543858136222650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/1748543858136222650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/betty-la-fea-fevertoinkz.html' title='Betty La Fea Fever[toinkZ!]'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SV2VTuynGgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pNyv_oQKs0M/s72-c/xmasparty+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-9009581779356121321</id><published>2009-01-01T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:33:31.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Pet and a Split-Up;and; A Happy Family Again</title><content type='html'>NEW PET AND A SPLIT-UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Helen! Helen!" Anabel screamed from the bathroom. "Come quick! It's a pig! You got a pig!" "No, I didn't," Helen called back, still unwrapping a stocking stuffer. She sounded just slightly disappointed. "I got a tiger." Eight-year-old Helen, her nine-year-old twin sisters, Anabel and Eliza, and her two-year-old brother, Angus, had gotten nearly life-size stuffed animals for Christmas. "Helen! This is a real one." At that, the rest of us ran to the bathroom. There, huddled in the farthest corner of the shower, quivered an eight-week-old piglet with a bright red ribbon tied around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Santa finally brought me a pig! I knew he would," Helen yelled, edging ever so slightly away (Helen has been animal-phobic ever since a German shepherd knocked her over at age two). The pig chose that moment to sprint past our outstretched arms, out of the crowded bathroom, headed for the Christmas tree in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raced around and around it as if searching for the earth it should have been growing in. As we quietly sat on the floor, the fuzzy little thing sniffed and snorted his way to each of us. He made a few tight circles, just like a dog, and then collapsed on the floor with a loud sigh -- his skinny legs stretched fore and aft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you gonna call him?" Eliza asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen looked at the pig for a moment, reached out a tentative hand, and as she gently touched his back for the first time, answered, "Treader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My wife, Lisa, and I smiled at each other for what seemed like the first time in nearly a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not sure how Helen's obsession started, whether it was from reading Charlotte's Web at too young an age, watching Babe on the VCR night after night or an especially poignant moment at the county fair, but on her fourth Christmas, lip quivering, Helen sat on Santa's lap down at the boatyard in Rockport Harbor (Santa always visits mid-coast Maine by boat) and announced what she truly wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ho, ho, ho," Santa replied, "and do you want a stuffed one or one of those new electronic ones?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen stared up at him like he'd lost his mind. "I want a real pig," she said, "a really real one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For four years Helen kept asking. She even petitioned the Easter Bunny, who, to his credit, never gave in. As a result, she received toy pigs, pig candy, pig clocks, even pig costumes, but never the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, her chances grew slimmer and slimmer without her having a clue. Thanks to my desire for built-in bookcases and top-notch replacement windows in our 1845 Maine farmhouse, we had renovated ourselves beyond our means. The ensuing debt, coupled with everything else that can stress a relationship, drove my wife and me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early summer of 2005, after 13 years together, we decided to split up and to sell our house. I took an apartment in town, and Lisa rented a small house that not only banned farm animals but even the family dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HAPPY FAMILY AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our separation was tough on us all and tentative from the start. I was over at Lisa's house nearly every day, and we did something as a family at least once a week. Although we remained friends through the ongoing arguments about money and emotional slights, getting back together did not seem to be an option. This was clear to everybody: Lisa, our children, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, Helen didn't give up. She asked for a pig again over the summer for her birthday, although we had nowhere for it to live. And then this past fall, when it came time to write a letter to Santa, this is what she wrote: "Dear Santa, I don't really want anything for Christmas this year, except for a pig. Otherwise, you can bring me whatever you want. Love, Helen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, clearly knowing better than Helen's parents, delivered Treader on Christmas Eve 2005. Helen was ecstatic, and Treader fit right in, tearing into more Christmas candy than all the kids put together. And something even more unexpected happened. I decided I wanted to get back together with Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I guess we'll have to get a place that has at least two acres. I think that's the code for farm animals," I said while cleaning up the third pile of Treader poop in less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We?" Lisa repeated with the barest hint of a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, yeah. Who else is going to clean out his shed? Helen? We can't even get her to make her bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treader went to Christmas dinner with us, and when he fell asleep beside our friends' woodstove, we knew Santa had done the right thing. The only problem was that Treader had to go back to his momma because of our living situations -- and because he wasn't weaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, once Treader was safely back at his birthplace, I was hoping Helen might have had enough. Instead, she went to full-court press, insisting we visit Treader every week. And every day, the second she was off the school bus, she'd ask, "When are we gonna get a home for Treader?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a month, Lisa and I made an offer together on a new place. It was much less expensive than the previous home, but it sits on 2.3 acres, plenty of room for Treader, who finally came to live with us this past spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's just say it's never a good idea to bring home a pig before you've built a pen, especially if you decide to move him from the back of the capped pickup truck, where he was perfectly content, to the three-foot-high trailer where the open air and freedom were just too enticing. He will escape. And you will end up running through briars, mucking through bogs and swatting past mosquitoes for hours on end. When that happens, no matter what you do, don't pick him up around the belly. Pigs really don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pigs do like is a child's unconditional love. And a happy family that will take them for walks, scratch their belly and put away the trash can before they get in the house. Pigs are scary fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.rd.com/offer/rd/current/rdnavsubscribe.jsp?trkid=rdcom_article_top"&gt;Reader's Digest - October 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-9009581779356121321?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9009581779356121321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=9009581779356121321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/9009581779356121321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/9009581779356121321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-pet-and-split-upand-happy-family.html' title='A New Pet and a Split-Up;and; A Happy Family Again'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-9119574830530530096</id><published>2009-01-01T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:22:17.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Monday. A sunny day-a day important for thse whose live in Naic like me. I was telling my mother yesterday that I won't attend the classes today. That's a joke! It's hard to be excused for one day, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the class-the most awaited time-we went straight to Dei's house. It's already a tradition that every fiesta, we would be in their house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was with Viell, Esie, Jenna, Sheila, Alpha, Paulo, Zab, Froi and Aaron. We rode in a jeep way there. Ma'am May and some fourth year students came there,too. Aileen Luna and her family was there also, their family friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ate many foods and I liked the fruit and macaroni salad. After we ate, we went home already because the others were still from Tanza and Maragondon. When I arrived home, my parents were eating. After that, we walked to the plaza. We visited the church and watched the fireworks display. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also visited my grandmother's house. And while i was outside, I saw Joshua "Arturo II" walking on the road. He saw me too. I immediately texted Viell to tell her but she didn't reply. LOLz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-9119574830530530096?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9119574830530530096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=9119574830530530096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/9119574830530530096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/9119574830530530096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-8.html' title='December 8'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-1949431029836460102</id><published>2008-12-01T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:28:42.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>revelation+sacrifice+the movie</title><content type='html'>OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second time, I've seen Sheila without her pony tail. She promised us to do that this Friday and she did it! Oh! I really laughed because she's doing what we said to her. But this she had conditions before she did that. She said that we should treat her in the canteen. We also tried asking Alpha to do same thing but she said just on Tuesday. My headache got worse due to my long time of laughing. We were all very happy to see her like that. Her back image is so beautiful! I swear to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! This week is the start of what we call "kalbaryo ng 3N"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our schedule was changed and our Chem. class now is before lunch. On some days, we just had 30 minutes to eat and prepare for the next class in the afternoon. That's why, now I'm eating rice already on the morning so I won't get hungry that much at lunch time. [we needed to sacrifice our time for her class..hmmm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to watch "Twilight" this weekends. So I watched it with my cousin in SM Bacoor. I saw other sayanistas there. When we're going home, the bus where we were riding got broken so we transferred into another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want to watch it over and over again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-1949431029836460102?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1949431029836460102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=1949431029836460102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/1949431029836460102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/1949431029836460102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/revelationsacrificethe-movie.html' title='revelation+sacrifice+the movie'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-1172835945951187268</id><published>2008-11-22T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:48:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busted+Math jingle+new sched!!!!</title><content type='html'>BUSTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and my classmates went to our school to fix the decorations of our room. Arturo, a former school mate, went also in our school. Viell, my classmate, was already irritated with him. They talked and Viell told him to stop courting her already. Arturo couldn't accept the fact at first. He already cried but no one could stop Viell. Arturo with his friends just went home. Now, Viell is free! I'm happy for her. Anyways, we ate lunch in Jenny's house. I also chat with Jelize in their computer. We went home at four in the afternoon. When I arrived home, my parents were not there also my siblings. I was alone and I just surfed the net until they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREPARATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! The Math Festival was already in Friday. We were not yet practicing for the Math Jingle. We were excused last Wednesday afternoon and whole day in Thursday. My other classmates were also excused for being the Math officers and members. We had our excuse letter but we were not excuse in Chemistry. We hate it because our classmates said we were zero on the assignments even though we were excused. Our classmates would already get our notebooks but she didn't allow them and marked her class record zeros. Well, I wasn't really mad or angry at all. I'm used to her. And it's just one zero. I could still make my other outputs perfect. Our topic now is easy, it's with MAthematical operations. I could make my quizzes there 100. (so mababawi ko pa yung zerong yun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH FESTIVAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day! The most awaited day of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we had the Math Quiz Bee. Kat, Blez and I joined the Quiz Bee. We passed the written phase and we're the fifth on the overall. 4-N was the first. WE didn't have the chance to practice in the morning because of the Quiz Bee. After the contest, Viell, Pam and I bought our food in 7-eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe this is the last time that we could go out of the school because we had a new sched. Chemistry was already before lunch. (Oh my God! We'll go out of her class at 12:00! Nomore lunch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back the room, I already changed my uniform. We had our practice at the back of canteen. It was so tiring. We watched first the Mr. and Ms. Mathaba. After all of the contestant performed their talents, the first year students performed their jingle. We were the last Jinglers to perform. At the stage, I was not looking at anybody. I just performed whatever happened.&lt;br /&gt;After some minutes, our performance was done. After that, we all rest and waited. The Math officers were giving the certificates for the players of the games. And in the Math Jingle......When the teacher said "and the second is the...fourth year!" All of the Juniors alredy shouted at that time. We went up the stage to have picture taking. We were happy because our practices is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-1172835945951187268?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1172835945951187268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=1172835945951187268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/1172835945951187268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/1172835945951187268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/bustedmath-jinglenew-sched.html' title='busted+Math jingle+new sched!!!!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-1785223547726575210</id><published>2008-11-14T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:57:56.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>complicated</title><content type='html'>It was a busy tiring week. I thought at first, we’re going to pass our comics on Monday. So I did not sleep and drew some characters. I did not know what time I slept, good thing on the morning I woke up early. I just sleep for two hours. Then, I knew last Monday that we would pass them on Friday. I was so stupid, I thought. I’ll just repeat or think of another problem solving for my comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two days, I’m already early in going out the house every morning. Last Wednesday, I would start already with my comics but I fell asleep. I just started making my comics last Thursday and that project would probably be passed on Friday.  I slept late again. By the way, it’s Thursday when “3 Dads with 1 mommy“ended up. It was a nice series. Jake there is so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the comics strip, I continued it in the morning in our house. My mother thought I didn’t sleep. It’s because she saw me downstairs drawing. I defended myself. I said NO.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the service was already waiting for me but, I went outside and waited them for some minutes. I’m so happy because I didn’t forget my I.D. now. J &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued coloring my comics strip in our classroom. This Friday was our PTC. I was not actually expecting to have high grades. I thought that I got low on some subjects but I hadn’t. In all of the subjects, I had increase on my grades. I was so happy! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I’m also sad for my classmates who got low. L Just study hard on the next grading! Okay?! AJA CLASSMATES!!!I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still don't have our top 10 because Sir Mojica hasn't giving our grades. It's because his busy! hehe.... I don't know now what top am I?!...haizt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-1785223547726575210?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1785223547726575210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=1785223547726575210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/1785223547726575210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/1785223547726575210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/complicated.html' title='complicated'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-2568215632354873397</id><published>2008-11-08T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:51:16.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the...</title><content type='html'>HATE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two days I woke up late. I didn't have the time to eat in our house. I only had the time to take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD THING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the week, I woke up earlier than the two days. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUSTRATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my I.D. last Friday in our house.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I remembered it when I already rode in the service.&lt;br /&gt;I texted my parents and my father brought it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our PT last Thursday and Friday. The last day is worse. We had taken the tests maybe for two hours each. The tests were so hard that you would not finish even the teacher already extended the time. Oh my God! We finised the test at 1:30 pm. We ate outside the school, in Claro's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back, Molek had a meeting. We already have our own office. It's the former Guidance Office. We went there and cleaned it. It was so dirty and dusty. I swept the floor. Good thing I didn't have colds that time. When I was in 3N room already, I helped scrubbing  the floor. Shiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired and sweaty! I smelled so mm... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha was not around for two days due to the WCSU. I don't know yet the result but CONGRATS in advance!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~chaLa~ ^^, i♥jj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-2568215632354873397?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2568215632354873397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=2568215632354873397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2568215632354873397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2568215632354873397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/what.html' title='what the...'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-8999175761630775913</id><published>2008-10-27T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:32:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over and over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa8TLgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/aweHW6Itq1U/s1600-h/on+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262100252320444258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa8TLgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/aweHW6Itq1U/s400/on+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first, I thought my mother would not allow me in this over night in Jenny's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa76a5tAhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/AYtnUj_odgk/s1600-h/tulog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262099826957156882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa76a5tAhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/AYtnUj_odgk/s400/tulog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we were sleeping...I woke up at 4 am and I thought of taking their pix while sleeping. Mine is scripted. It was just an act. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa6LbDlY1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Tbn_RamtgVY/s1600-h/on+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262097920033121106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa6LbDlY1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Tbn_RamtgVY/s400/on+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing on the rock near the creek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's when we got banana leaf for the barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa46GqGzcI/AAAAAAAAANs/japAxQEyg-s/s1600-h/on+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262096522988146114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa46GqGzcI/AAAAAAAAANs/japAxQEyg-s/s400/on+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy spaghetti and hotdog sandwiches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa4lzMvXeI/AAAAAAAAANk/xiOnmDi7WV4/s1600-h/on+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262096174167317986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa4lzMvXeI/AAAAAAAAANk/xiOnmDi7WV4/s400/on+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ria took this picture when we were walking on the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went outside the house to buy toothbrush for Alpha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched many movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the "House" episodes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed the others 'cause I slept early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I woke up so early- 4 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cannot go back to sleep again that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went home at 9:30...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rode in Saulog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haizt......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the bbq, spaghetti and the macaroni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I forgot the take home macaroni]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(tsk3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice sem break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-8999175761630775913?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8999175761630775913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=8999175761630775913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8999175761630775913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8999175761630775913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-and-over-again.html' title='over and over again'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SQa8TLgNr2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/aweHW6Itq1U/s72-c/on+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-917738153824387165</id><published>2008-10-25T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T06:43:57.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rEady for a bReak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again, it is another week in school. There were many things which were shocking, heart breaking, and made me cry and laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Ma’am E again. I stood up because I answered wrong on her question. And she said something to us that shot me. “For those students who are aspiring to be one of the top ten and don’t just take A.P. for nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mah God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awtz for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I cried because of family problem. I mean my personal problem about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes got really reddish and my nose, super clogged. Waah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I’m always like this these days.  I’m allergic to dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept late to compose my poem but I got so sleepy while doing that. The next morning, I read my work. Shocks! It’s a mess! So I made another one. Stupid! I should have just slept early than doing a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for our long test in Analytic Geometry but we didn’t have it. The teachers were having their meeting. I studied about that eh then it’s postponed. Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time! We had our long test in A.G. already. I and my group mates in Arts finished our project. In our Chemistry class, Ma’am Quim told us to write something about certain topics. OMG! There were seven items but I only answered five. I don’t know the others eh. I left them blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT’S OUR SEM BREAK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes for one week but the teachers gave us many assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the bReak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-917738153824387165?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/917738153824387165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=917738153824387165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/917738153824387165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/917738153824387165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ready-for-break.html' title='rEady for a bReak'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-3678578621176922885</id><published>2008-10-19T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:36:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring days+physical exams+accident+more!</title><content type='html'>I just knew now that it’s boring if the teachers aren’t around but it’s also boring if they would give us many seat works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physical Examination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, we had our physical examination in the clinic. First ten students were first and I was included there. We had hygiene test, hearing test, vision test and the nurse looked at our nails, ears and tonsil. As of that time, I had the cleanest record. nakZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Froi told to our classmates that we needed to remove our clothes and the nurse examined our body. The boys only left their under wears and the girls, with the shorts. Hehehe.. Most of them believed and told also to their service mates. They just knew the truth the next day. That was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoon while listening to my mp3, Kent and his classmate borrowed the ball of basketball. Eh I’m kind so I touched the ball but it went the wrong way. So I stood up to get it, BLAGAG!! I slid on the floor. Ouch! My right hand had sprain. I couldn’t move it that much. I hate it! My classmates told me that Kent laughed at me. Waah! Hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;District Meet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we would have classes today (Thursday) but we were lucky. In the morning, we didn’t have any classes. I fell asleep in our room because we didn’t have anything to do. When I woke up, I watched Sepak in the gym with Viel. I ate lunch early with Alpha. Viel ate with Pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching, I and my classmates noticed that one of the players of Sepak was look alike of Arturo so we call that boy Arturo 2. Then, the real Arturo visited our school with Edrian and the others. There’s also this guy who looks like Stanford because of his big nose. Hehehhe.. But the guy’s was worse (peace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the afternoon, we watched the basketball games of CNSHS with the other schools. Many had cramps in the middle of the game and one of them was Kent. Wahahaha! I laughed at him but he did not know it. At least we’re equal now but still I’m irritated whenever I see his face. It’s because I always remember what had happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had 20 minutes of Chemistry. For the first time in the history, ma’am didn’t think of the time for our class. We just watched the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tree Counting and Alumni Reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was Friday, the days passed so fast. The teachers came back already.  I and my group mates in Physics finished the power point presentation so fast but we didn’t have Physics class because ma’am was busy. At the afternoon, we didn’t have Anal. Geom. So I joined Pam, Aaron and Viel in counting all of the trees. I already went in all sides of the school ground. We went at the back of the rooms, in the grass lands, in the rocky roads and also reached by the rain while still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was like the reunion of the former students of our school. Many visited even the fourth year students when we were still in first year. I saw my former service mates who also graduated last year. It’s such a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-3678578621176922885?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3678578621176922885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=3678578621176922885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/3678578621176922885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/3678578621176922885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/boring-daysphysical-examsaccidentmore.html' title='boring days+physical exams+accident+more!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-3742273170486553097</id><published>2008-10-16T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:59:37.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twice to beat</title><content type='html'>Sepak Girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Macintosh didn’t loose hope in winning the Sepak Takraw game knowing that their opponents from Yellow Asus were good at the game. Especially, Alpha Agape Myrizzia Colocado who was the best player of Sepak girls in her team did her best to win in the game. She forgot for a while the hurt caused by her injured foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Macintosh team had scores since the other team couldn’t catch the ball. The game was not that exciting to watch unlike the boys’, they only had once a rally. Alpha’s team was lucky to have her and also, the other team couldn’t hit the ball back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Asus was twice to beat and the Red Macintosh did their best to win the game. The last game ended with the score 21-12. Red Macintosh was the over-all champion for the Sepak Takraw Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO MACINTOSH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-3742273170486553097?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3742273170486553097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=3742273170486553097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/3742273170486553097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/3742273170486553097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/twice-to-beat.html' title='twice to beat'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-2556640096099183368</id><published>2008-10-16T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:44:51.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ur the winner</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of Intrams…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t thought that we would have our game this day. I got asleep in our quarters because I was doing nothing eh. Then, when I woke up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Patintero Girls! You’re being called by Ma’am. The game is getting started.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! When I heard them calling us, I got nervous but not that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepared ourselves for the game. Our first game was with the Green Acers, the freshmen. Before all, we called the presence and guidance of the Lord in our game. After that, we started. I thought it would be hard for me to catch the player from the other team but thanks God, I had long arm span that’s why nobody haven’t pass the way I was guarding. The final score was 14-9, in favor of our team. Yehey! We were the winner but this was only the game 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we had the championship. Our opponent was the Blue Vaio, the seniors. We said to ourselves, “Okay! We accept it, we’re the second already and you’re the champion Vaio!”  And, yeah! We were right. We’re the second at a score of 7-4. What a game! In fairness, they were kind to us. And after the game, we congratulated the winners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-2556640096099183368?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2556640096099183368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=2556640096099183368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2556640096099183368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2556640096099183368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ur-winner_16.html' title='ur the winner'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-7526780865440637469</id><published>2008-10-16T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:29:10.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the red apple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAC-INT-OSH&lt;br /&gt;Macintosh!&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intramurals&lt;br /&gt;S. Y. ’08- ‘09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t wait for this event to happen. I and my classmates were very excited about this school year’s Intramurals. After the long wait, after the medical examination and completing of documents, here it was! The third year level is the Red Macintosh-that’s our team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other teams are Green Acers, Yellow Asus and Blue Vaio, from first to fourth year, respectively. When we arrived at our quarters, we already changed and wore our Macintosh shirt. We fixed ourselves and first stayed in the gym. There, the principal gave her words of wisdom and other stuffs. Then, the next was the cheer dance competition of every year level. Acers (freshmen) were the first to perform. For me, their work was not that good. The next to perform was our team’s, they were so good! I love the choreography and the choreographer (Dei! Hehehe). The third was Asus and the last was the Vaio. They were actually good also in dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short break, they announced the winner in the cheer dance. I was expecting that we would be the second placer but I was wrong. We were the champion there. OMG!!! All of the third year students were clapping, cheering and shouting because of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had the Mr. and Ms. Physique contest. Ria and Aaron were our contestants. The other teams had their own partners, too. The boys and girls walked as if they were in a catwalk. The students, including me, shouted and clapped at them. Ria and Aaron got the second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really enjoyed this day and very happy for our team. Because I know, we know that “ang nagwawagi’y pusong marangal”. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO MACINTOSH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-7526780865440637469?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7526780865440637469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=7526780865440637469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7526780865440637469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7526780865440637469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-apple.html' title='the red apple...'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-2161572010405007536</id><published>2008-10-07T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:54:55.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3-day classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In this week we only have three days of classes: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, respectively. After this week is our Intramurals already but I couldn't feel the excitement of the fest. We didn't have classes last Wednesday because it's the last day of Ramadan. I just stayed in my Grandmother's store and I was the one who took care of that. Whenever I go home from school, I would be going there to look for the store. It's because my grand parents went to our relatives in Pampanga. And, they would stay there for one week so my mother decided to look for their store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Friday, we also didn't have classes because there was Alay Lakad in Maragondon. I went in Maragondon with Viellka. Actually, she asked me to go with her there to practice for the Intrams. I accpeted it because I didn't like to stay in my Grandma's store already. I get bored whenever I'm there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They practiced badminton in he school. I played with them for a while. We went in Karen's house after we went in Jenny's. We practiced there. Alpha and Esie were also there to practice sepak. I joined them because we thought I could be the substitute to Sheila if ever Ma'am Leni won't allow her to join the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No choice when I arrived home, I looked for the store again. How lucky I was. I was alone there, did not know what to do. At the night, Ria Camille texted me saying I don't have yet article for the newspaper. If I want, I'd cover the medical mission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked Viell to go with me. Yes, she did. We went early in our school. We're even earlier than organizer of the program. When the mission started, we interviewed the Philippine Air Force major. In fairness, he's kind to us. He was with the brother of Ma'am Djhoan. They talked to us nicely and kindly. After the interview, I immediately wrote an article about the program. We, Viell and me, went home after eating our lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day, we decided to go to SM to buy shoes for me. We went there in the afternoon. I also bought headbands. Tommorow is our Intrams already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yipee!but we have classes on Tuesday. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;^chaLa^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-2161572010405007536?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2161572010405007536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=2161572010405007536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2161572010405007536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2161572010405007536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-day-classes.html' title='3-day classes'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-8458550596565904997</id><published>2008-10-07T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:06:11.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know that many would celebrate their birthdays this week. First is my aunt, Tita Lina turned 35 last September 23. I forgot to greet her on that day but I sent a message in her friendster account. The next day- September 24, it's the birthday of my uncle- Tito Manny. I chatted with my cousin to greet his father but he said Tito wasn’t there. They went somewhere, I forgot the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 25. RC Macy R. Ramos celebrates her birthday. She was my former classmate in elementary school. I viewed her account in friendster but I didn’t greet her. Nothing! It’s because I think she forgot us already. She doesn’t even remember to reply on my comments to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nene, my cousin, celebrates her birthday this Friday also A-jae’s, one of my classmates. We ate pizzas and drank soft drinks. And we also did taking pictures. It was fun! When I went home, I ate spaghetti cooked by my mother. It was for my cousin’s celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had shots for our 1.5 by 1.5 inches pictures for the intramurals. And the pictures with friends we didn’t miss. It was really enjoying week. I had much fun. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh!I didn't have time to chat with Jel this weekend. I miss her... XD&lt;br /&gt;^chaLa^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-8458550596565904997?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8458550596565904997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=8458550596565904997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8458550596565904997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8458550596565904997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-of-birthdays.html' title='A week of birthdays'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-6223844259821613161</id><published>2008-09-22T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:52:52.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiring!...</title><content type='html'>The first person that comes into my mind is Jannet Dela Viña, my mother. She influenced me a lot and I really admire her. As a mother, she always takes care of her children. She helps them with the problems and really loving and kind. As a person, my mother is really kind to our family and to others. She lends them money if she have. She helped her friends with their problems,too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she always scolds me, when I'm wrong, I don't get or feel bad at it because she's right. She took care of me very well, that's why now I learned many things. Even in little ways, I know she influenced me. She taught me how to wash clothes, to wash the dishes, cook food (but not the hard ones).She taught me how to care for my things and for my family. Even though I have many things that were not done after they were given to me, I still do them but my mother scolded me already. It's okay! She's my mother eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, sometimes I don't show things I've learned from her in our house, I'm showing them on other people, in other places. So if they see me do something good, the people would say, 'Oh! Her mother is very good and made her a good girl!" Ü LOLz...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...if she's not my mother I'm already spoiled and can't do something and easy chores. Good thing she's my mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^chaLa^^^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-6223844259821613161?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6223844259821613161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=6223844259821613161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/6223844259821613161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/6223844259821613161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspiring.html' title='inspiring!...'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-1376539459336001120</id><published>2008-09-21T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:59:06.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whine!</title><content type='html'>waaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I cried because my classmates don't let me listen on what they're talking about. They didn't believe that i was okay. So she an ice cream for me.haay,ouch!my tonsil ached ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our pt this week…very hard eh..in Physics.! Shocks! Just two points, exempted already... eh there were many corrections. Sorry for me and my classmates...we took the other tests in the test days. But English, we took it for two days..haay..I wrote a novel already. I think..then..next week is the test in AP...I think we also have remedial test in MAPEH because of the other sections. So it's fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m already worried for my research...ayayay...I’m not yet proposing any,,,as in from the start of September. It’s already the last week of this month...huhuhuhu.. I can't find and think of a good problem eh! Please help me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had received a total of five letters from the first year students. One is from Cy, the other one from my cousin, and the other three from the LRC club members. I didn't expect I would receive many letters. Anyways, I appreciate those! I replied already but I'm not yet giving my letter from them..hehehe,,when we have classes already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the chance to chat with Jel this weekend because I always forgot, and I had many things to do on those two mornings...haay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already talked about our Intrams but there are many requirements, as if they really don't like us to have Intrams. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^chaLa^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-1376539459336001120?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1376539459336001120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=1376539459336001120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/1376539459336001120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/1376539459336001120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/whine.html' title='whine!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-3846409595405048433</id><published>2008-09-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:17:33.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jay bogayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SM9bVsFlXjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZClYb2AGV5E/s1600-h/2652376839_38e2a11664_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246512519079878194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SM9bVsFlXjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZClYb2AGV5E/s400/2652376839_38e2a11664_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jay "Bugoy" Bogayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PDA 2 struggler, striving to uplift his family’s social status is Jay Bogayan (or Bogayon) dubbed as “The Farmer’s Son”. Some of the judges want him to be a scholar because of his raw talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the 2nd place star dreamer...but he should be the first eh!He deserves to be &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to his beautiful voice as he sings "Paano na Kaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/d1ZSePK8t6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/d1ZSePK8t6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/cverh2/music/XhCHWpdA/bugoy_01_track_1wma/"&gt;01 Track 1.wma - Bugoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-3846409595405048433?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3846409595405048433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=3846409595405048433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/3846409595405048433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/3846409595405048433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/jay-bogayan.html' title='jay bogayan'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SM9bVsFlXjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZClYb2AGV5E/s72-c/2652376839_38e2a11664_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-8973926391938456173</id><published>2008-09-15T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:58:26.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naic market was burned!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246507719100845474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SM9W-SxZzaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eLXyat-4T8o/s400/.....+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SM9XLhUtW5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OX0LwEEdVxw/s1600-h/.....+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The biggest market in Naic was burned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can see right up there, that's the entrance of the wet market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246509413655639954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SM9Yg7ev95I/AAAAAAAAAMY/IFx4SG_JlrI/s400/.....+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;side view...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how sad for the vendors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all of the people who live in Naic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where will we buy fish, beef and meat now? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-8973926391938456173?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8973926391938456173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=8973926391938456173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8973926391938456173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8973926391938456173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/naic-market-was-burned.html' title='naic market was burned!!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SM9W-SxZzaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eLXyat-4T8o/s72-c/.....+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-4190830510746862183</id><published>2008-09-13T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:44:17.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>number one!</title><content type='html'>Go Saliw! It was Sunday, September 07- I woke up around 5 am. I drank a glass of milk then I took a bath. It's still early so I surf the net. When it's already 7 am, Viell called me. She said she would go with us in Maragondon. Then few minutes later, Alpha text me saying she’s going in 7-eleven already. So I went to her there. We looked for a store where I can reload but there’s none so we just went to Esie’s house. There, I found a reload station. Very bad vendor, I just said 20 pesos but he loaded me 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we waited for Viellka in a waiting shed. We stayed there for a long time. When it's already 8am, she arrived at last. We rode in a tricycle because we guessed that no bus would come. When we arrived in Maragondon, the street dancing was already starting. We watched at the front of Jenna's grandma's house. When the saliw we're already near the house, we joined them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we danced and sang with them. It was so tiring! We bought food in 7-eleven of Maragondon. We ate and watched the exhibition in plaza. It was so hot there! After the Saliw had performed, we stayed in the clinic of A-jae's mom. Then, they treat us lunch in there house. We ate fishDa! Yummy! After that, we went home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to the jeep station, there the Saliw was! Dei said they are the champion! Yippee! After that we went to Kisses' house. I went home and changed my clothes and bought the materials for our project. I told Crystal to go with me in Kisses' house. We rode on Lolo's motor. We were stock on the intersection eh we're almost there to Kisses. I walked then went back to Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;When the problem was solved, we continued doing the project. I went home. At night, I ironed my uniform for Monday. I fell from the stairs. I had wound at my back because when I fell I sat on the ground and lied back! there! the point edge of the stairs! It really hurts a lot! I cried eh... huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;what a nice day huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^chaLa^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-4190830510746862183?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4190830510746862183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=4190830510746862183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/4190830510746862183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/4190830510746862183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/number-one.html' title='number one!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-2620231951376139392</id><published>2008-09-13T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:08:18.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cried</title><content type='html'>it's because of my classmate-Alpha. because she' calling and calling him. They were joking me. ahuhuhu... if we will pass "daw" Alpha would call him and if he look,they would all point me. That would be embarrassing IF it happened. Luckily her plan didn't succeed..Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha was just revenging to me because we(me and our servicemates) did something to her. We paste her and her crush's name on the window of our service van. She didn't notice them at first but when we were..maybe 1km away from their house..she removed them and told us that she would revenge..That's why she did that to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we don't have Anal.Geom anymore...It's just that the other group would be added to our group..whew!It's okay as long as there still Analytic Geometry...I'm just wondering why did they do that????It's better if we're separated because the room where we are having our class is so hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yet proposing to Sir. The reasons are.. if he would ask who would propose, I don't have yet my problem..and if I'm ready na.. that's the time he will give us seatwork because he would somewhere.. haaay.... what would I do now???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad for me..........:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-2620231951376139392?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2620231951376139392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=2620231951376139392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2620231951376139392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2620231951376139392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cried.html' title='i cried'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-8259404961334587535</id><published>2008-09-05T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:27:50.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imperfect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u347/karencate21/imperfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u347/karencate21/imperfect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alam ko na ang tunay mong ugali!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"makasarili ka"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wala kang pagmamahal sa mga kapatid mo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sarili mo lang iniintindi mo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hindi mo iniisip nararamdaman ng iba"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wala kang silbi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/imperfect/karencate21/imperfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/i%20deserve%20this/binderlovesyu/imademistakesinmylife.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll107/binderlovesyu/imademistakesinmylife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ayoko ng ganito!buhay ako pero parang feeling ko ala n akong silbi para sa knila"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"lagi nlang cnsbi n mli ako..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pinpmukha nla skin un....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ayoko ng gnito!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/love%20me/sexyrhiz_kissmytush/love.gif?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i308.photobucket.com/albums/kk343/sexyrhiz_kissmytush/love.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/imperfect/karencate21/imperfect.jpg?o=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-8259404961334587535?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8259404961334587535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=8259404961334587535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8259404961334587535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8259404961334587535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/imperfect.html' title='imperfect...'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-965156644516767945</id><published>2008-09-05T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:34:25.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prOpOsaLsssss.......</title><content type='html'>shissshh.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't propose this week to Sir.Eh, it's because I'm confused if I will propose already or not. I can't decide. That's why I need to propose 4 problems next week...Or maybe 3 next week then 3 next next week..haay buhay!....[awawa aman ako]{how sad for me}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched movies for our Movie Review and Suring Pelikula..."October Sky" in English...and for Filipino..it is the "Dekada '70"...They are both good movies...We both watched them in the TRC...It's very hot there(only one electric fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LRC Club was in charged for the flag ceremony and flag retreat...'Shine Jesus Shine' that's the song for the doxology. Good thing Ate Jaja is one of LRC Club members..She has thicker face than me to lead the exercise. Haay....Then next week, I would be there again..[YEC naman!]I'm a deligate eh. I attended the voting chuvanescence...hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chat with Jelize again this Saturday, we talked a lot again..anything esp. the happenings in school and about her life there in Canada as a student..'cause their classes started last September 3 eh...We could not chat with each other on Sunday. Maybe..because I will watch the Street Dance Competition eh...But maybw we could chat because the program is very early...Imagine 6 am!!!haaay...I really want to watch..I will be going there with my classmates to support our classmates(Dei, Ria and Aaron) and the other Saliw members...GO SALIW!!!GO DEI!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-965156644516767945?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/965156644516767945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=965156644516767945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/965156644516767945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/965156644516767945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/proposalssssss.html' title='prOpOsaLsssss.......'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-100691219028847455</id><published>2008-09-05T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:14:24.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>research!!!!</title><content type='html'>research....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now, I don't have yet my research project. I'm still looking for it. I printed many articles because we'll check the calendar on Monday. They were all about combinations and some are permutations...haaay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chat with Jelize this Sunday. At last, after some weeks not chatting..our schedules met. But I was chattting with her while I was printing the articles for Research. We talked about many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have classes last Monday and Wednesday. Because it was the celebration of National Heroes Day and the NCAE of the fourth year students, respectively. I had a bad last Tuesday beacuse I had colds. Argh!My nose was really clogged. It was upto Wednesday, but this day is worse. That's the reason why I didn't finish making my LSB's...I don't have plus now...haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said we would celebrate the Buwan ng Wika bt we didn't have it this Friday naman. They said it would probably next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the PTC this Friday..13th is my rank...it's okay...I'll just make it better in the 2nd grading...gO chAla!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-100691219028847455?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/100691219028847455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=100691219028847455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/100691219028847455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/100691219028847455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/research.html' title='research!!!!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-801027356685199678</id><published>2008-09-05T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:56:10.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short period....</title><content type='html'>hoot hoot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had tests in math,science,filipino,ss and english...they are quite hard...but i think..the test in math is the easiest for me...i'm just not sure on my other answer there...maybe in 5 items but the rest,tsk!hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had packed lunch that day..that's wednesday...this day is not a good day for me..It is because of my classmate. He's so bad to me. I hate it. Here it goes...I was near the window with my other classmate, then Bless asked me-"Why are you staying there?wooh...you're just looking for *toot*.." I said "No" but they don't believe me. Then *toot* went outside their classroom..Froi shouted 'Chala!' but he wasn't really calling me..it's *toot* he was calling. Then many, more times after that. I was hiding but when I asked my other clasmate, they said that he looked. I hate that. waah...okay okay..never mind that...past is past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day,we just had lessons...we discussed the parts of  movie review...hehehe..the next week,we'll watch the movie...Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~cHa£a~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-801027356685199678?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/801027356685199678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=801027356685199678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/801027356685199678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/801027356685199678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-period.html' title='short period....'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-5480945792386582663</id><published>2008-08-16T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:06:59.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired but happy</title><content type='html'>haaay................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so tiring...Joanne went in our house and was asking me if I buy something(she knew it). Eh I didn't buy for her because nothing was good enough for her special someone(weh!)She saw the dolphin I bought and asked me why not that one[eh malay ko bang pede na un?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay.yeah...we still had our assignment in Filipino and it's very long(for me). I slept late to finish that. Luckily, I did finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Most of my classmates were not yet done with their assignments in Filipino. Most of our classes, the teachers were asking us about what happened in the field trip. We did not have much discussions because it was already our P.T. the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, we ate in Claro's..And Kuya that we thought is gay is not pala!He likes Viellka...yihii..patweetums pa...He made a music video of Ngiti and he's the actor there...washu!hahaha...It was so funny for me. I was laughing and laughing. Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied while watching television...hehehe...the days passed by so fast. And it's our vacation already. We don't have classes from Thursday to Monday. Five days no classes...That Thursday, we,my groupmates and I had an agreement that we would meet in Katrina's house to fix our dumbbell. But, I didn't attend because I slept. Friday, we went in Maragondon. Feast day eh..[the reason why we don't have classes for two days after the test days]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, on Jenna's grandmother's house...I ate too much...haay...Actually, I got so full because of the softdrink I drank...Next stop, on Aaron's house. We didn't eat yet after arriving..We watched a movie first..My Bestfriend's Girlfriend..It was so nice movie..[kakakilig] After that, we played the dance revo..actually, they were the ones who played..I was just watching them. But still, it's enjoying and funny. Hahaha,....because of the character on the game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing and laughing..maybe that's the reason why I became hungry but I just ate the dessert-maha...mmm...chaRap!We went home at four. I still reached the show, They Kissed Again(ISWAK2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next three days, I just stayed at home..I did my project in Arts..Oh I hate it..And I made my decoction...Oh..we'll drink that at school...I smelled it and I think it's yucky...eww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-5480945792386582663?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5480945792386582663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=5480945792386582663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/5480945792386582663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/5480945792386582663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired-but-happy.html' title='tired but happy'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-4171258332533439186</id><published>2008-08-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T04:59:06.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fieldtrip in Subic!!↓↑→←</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaP8VsB_GI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iJxSdx6d_S8/s1600-h/image+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235029883641527394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaP8VsB_GI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iJxSdx6d_S8/s200/image+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...It's our field trip!Yes!I took a picture of my classmates and the 3F before the bus had moved to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPy1cCoRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7QGUH3hB25w/s1600-h/image+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235029720365703442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPy1cCoRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7QGUH3hB25w/s200/image+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here..we're already in Manila.It was traffic so we stopped for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPpk-gcfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WMvc1uVyUio/s1600-h/image+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235029561328038386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPpk-gcfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WMvc1uVyUio/s200/image+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching movies so we wouldn't be bored while on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPg8QKBBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GXbQRJhTmNg/s1600-h/image+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235029412957258770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPg8QKBBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GXbQRJhTmNg/s200/image+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPYNoJtfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YxIbX34AvSE/s1600-h/image+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235029263002482162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPYNoJtfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YxIbX34AvSE/s200/image+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressway!Here is one of the tollgates the driver had paid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPPVEOMuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KkA5sSzS6DI/s1600-h/image+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235029110380442338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPPVEOMuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KkA5sSzS6DI/s200/image+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who won't forget this?!This is the gas station where we peed after a long journey. Imagine..Maragondon to Pampanga..haay... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPHltLvbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pQBpnS3L2Jg/s1600-h/image+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235028977408261554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaPHltLvbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pQBpnS3L2Jg/s200/image+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the comfort room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaO81NbS9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/_NhnzJhMds0/s1600-h/image+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235028792591469522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaO81NbS9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/_NhnzJhMds0/s200/image+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; front view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaOz_OowpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/l24rqWsToAY/s1600-h/image+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235028640662078098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaOz_OowpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/l24rqWsToAY/s200/image+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; side view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaOnieIA6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/iYp6pJdNMQY/s1600-h/image+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235028426783982498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaOnieIA6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/iYp6pJdNMQY/s200/image+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the inside view of our bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaObpgWpqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/E0vmtuAPfdk/s1600-h/image+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235028222513948322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaObpgWpqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/E0vmtuAPfdk/s200/image+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the lo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaObpgWpqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/E0vmtuAPfdk/s1600-h/image+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng rice field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaORrKIloI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pMZcffXIBdA/s1600-h/image+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235028051158931074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaORrKIloI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pMZcffXIBdA/s200/image+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; going up the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaOGkyUPbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CmFqQmvIXZs/s1600-h/image+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235027860469857714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaOGkyUPbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CmFqQmvIXZs/s200/image+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're already in Subic Bay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was raining..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaN_cqbUSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kdcTXEj0hbc/s1600-h/image+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235027738030199074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaN_cqbUSI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kdcTXEj0hbc/s200/image+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaN3XqjHFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AuU0DiHth0Y/s1600-h/image+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235027599249579090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaN3XqjHFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AuU0DiHth0Y/s200/image+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the Ocean Adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has very nice view. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaNtKaVBoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dEYceaj3FYs/s1600-h/image+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235027423893194370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaNtKaVBoI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dEYceaj3FYs/s200/image+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaNku3IvvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WqQORmP4gbA/s1600-h/image+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235027279058878194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaNku3IvvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WqQORmP4gbA/s200/image+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited first the Wildlife In Need Rescue Center. It's where you'll see many animals which are already endangered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaNZhb4B6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8Sj6SjnIq8g/s1600-h/image+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235027086476314530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaNZhb4B6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8Sj6SjnIq8g/s200/image+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaNHToulaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PSxGZrzctlM/s1600-h/image+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235026773534479778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaNHToulaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PSxGZrzctlM/s200/image+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaM8sybtvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7uEK4ylmatc/s1600-h/image+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235026591307511538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaM8sybtvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7uEK4ylmatc/s200/image+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we went in the Ocean Discovery Aquarium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaMvv8eAjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sKMyLyh2WjU/s1600-h/image+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235026368816611890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaMvv8eAjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sKMyLyh2WjU/s200/image+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaMg1hgQPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X7egjBlP8lw/s1600-h/image+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235026112616087794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaMg1hgQPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X7egjBlP8lw/s200/image+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After going there, we ate first our lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken with rice, orange juice and a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaMW7-4eeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yMiY6q2QNlo/s1600-h/image+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235025942551230946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaMW7-4eeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yMiY6q2QNlo/s200/image+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-52a53ce5a185600c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52a53ce5a185600c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666055%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12C4D360CDB3A5C91C6C5E6A750C6722D0B81C5.3DEF03A1BC5C96F597525EEB632AD9AA471652F1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52a53ce5a185600c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtY2NsY1TLrkq21Y6AYVPkLh2RMg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52a53ce5a185600c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331666055%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12C4D360CDB3A5C91C6C5E6A750C6722D0B81C5.3DEF03A1BC5C96F597525EEB632AD9AA471652F1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52a53ce5a185600c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtY2NsY1TLrkq21Y6AYVPkLh2RMg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched the sea lion's show..I took a video not a picture so that I could also show this to my siblings and cousins.. The sea lions were dancing on this video. I love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaJnvEpbYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SYJMSFcJUFw/s1600-h/image+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235022932608642434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaJnvEpbYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SYJMSFcJUFw/s200/image+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the sea lions' show, we went first on the shop. I bought some pasalubong for my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaJbXvg--I/AAAAAAAAAFs/yrmfMN9WG-M/s1600-h/image+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235022720187562978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaJbXvg--I/AAAAAAAAAFs/yrmfMN9WG-M/s200/image+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238406510882006210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SLKO96Y3JMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2EONsYYZ-BM/s200/image+141.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went in the sharks' spot but we didn't see any because they were down under the water. But, I saw two but only their reflections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were taken outside the Ocean Adventure while waiting for our buses to come. It rained very hard after we took the picture..our picture-all III-N students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaIxjlcJkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6LYkmHGuPdg/s1600-h/image+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235022001812022850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaIxjlcJkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6LYkmHGuPdg/s200/image+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went in Zoobic..This picture was taken while we're still in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaIaSWgMUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h6wLulqVrQQ/s1600-h/image+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235021602048979266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaIaSWgMUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h6wLulqVrQQ/s200/image+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this jeep, all 3N except KatKat and Ian were present. The ride inside was almost near. We're waiting at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaILwUy6vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Vq5lR91AVPk/s1600-h/image+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235021352396843762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaILwUy6vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Vq5lR91AVPk/s200/image+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of this tiger which is so hungry oh..It's the first tiger went near our jeep. And it also went up the jeep and wasn't going down for minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaIFQy3IOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GuOQD7oL_u0/s1600-h/image+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235021240853799138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaIFQy3IOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GuOQD7oL_u0/s200/image+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was inside the souvenir store..There's a big mural and I took a picture with this painting of a big tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaH3E5F1vI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ie4PgWI8D-E/s1600-h/image+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235020997140535026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaH3E5F1vI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ie4PgWI8D-E/s200/image+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real tiger which was only two-four meters away from me. Gosh!So scary!Grrr!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235020478278695970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaHY3-yfCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/N2cqm1J5GxM/s200/1_467226347l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were with the Aetas on this picture. They were two of the performers there. They were nice huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238420929021157010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SLKcFKJHHpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DHHCtJivhh4/s200/image+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serious???hehe...I'm so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaHRDz8gJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QEuxCKfcioY/s1600-h/1_642531563l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235020344015487122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaHRDz8gJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QEuxCKfcioY/s200/1_642531563l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture picture first before Zab went back to their bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235020833357106546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaHtiwFDXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0iK6lR8YLys/s200/image+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238420645583989554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SLKb0qQbKzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/j_Aa-SAmdWs/s200/image+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, we're already in the bus again. We're already from the Duty Free Store..It was raining outside so we stayed inside and we're eating and watching a movie which was so scary and yucky!SAW!!eww..&lt;br /&gt;We're already going back home at this time. Bye Subic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238420396234155410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SLKbmJWypZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cFjkpCLHMSc/s200/image+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At last! I'm home.. this is the stuffed toy I bought in Ocean Adventure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's so cute!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-4171258332533439186?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=52a53ce5a185600c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4171258332533439186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=4171258332533439186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/4171258332533439186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/4171258332533439186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/fieldtrip-in-subic.html' title='fieldtrip in Subic!!↓↑→←'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SKaP8VsB_GI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iJxSdx6d_S8/s72-c/image+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-2198773608633864725</id><published>2008-08-10T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:53:30.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excited??</title><content type='html'>...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not actually excited with our field trip. Even my classmates, told me so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fast week..Friday, we started making our project in Arts. Me, Sheila, Alpha, Esie and Kisses in Katrina's house. Sheila, Alpha and I bought the cement and the sand just twenty to thirty steps away from Kat's house. Then the rest, bought the cans and the metal for the dumbbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While letting the cement dry, we sang in the videoke. I sang and sang until my mouth hurts whenever I try to sing again. We went home at six in the afternoon. At nine, I slept already. So that I would have sleep before I go to school very early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I woke up early. I was not late in school and did not leave me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-2198773608633864725?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2198773608633864725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=2198773608633864725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2198773608633864725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2198773608633864725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/excited.html' title='excited??'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-4841671130354422156</id><published>2008-08-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:55:03.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mcdo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes!no classes last monday..They said there would be heavy rains because of the storm.But tere's none eh,only drizzled once. I think it's really because of the SONA. I did not watch it eh. My mother did not like it too. That's why we went in McDo. My brother, my sister, my two cousins and my mother were with me. We ate cheese burgers!!!and ice cream!yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday..we had classes already...sir didn't accept my proposal(i knew it!)I just decided to have math research project. But I don't know what I will do. I need to have consultant and an adviser. I'm going with Karissa in approaching the math teachers but most of them are lost in school. We don't reach them whenever we go to their room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had new sitting arrangement. It's okay because I'm still with my close friends and we could still chat and make some noise!hehehe...Our adviser already moved to our room. Her things were there already. I borrowed a book. Oh my God! nose bleed! Shakespeare eh! So I just returned it and borrowed another one. That's better, I could understand it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. First and second year students were half day only. Because it was there field trip on Saturday. Our field trip will be on the next Saturday. I'm excited! I wanna go there already. But, I'm still not paid with the other half of the fee. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;no t-shirt in GSP!!!huhuhu&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-4841671130354422156?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4841671130354422156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=4841671130354422156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/4841671130354422156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/4841671130354422156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/mcdo.html' title='mcdo!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-9002146075334418978</id><published>2008-07-26T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:48:48.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>,go youth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;............................jam with us!&lt;br /&gt;I thanked got 'cause I could get high scores now in Chemistry..: )I love it..I memorized all already. I'm not the lowest now. I'm happy! I already knew that I would be the substitute to Ate Kim in the induction..She's not there because she and her other classmates went to Dasma for their research. We started practicing last Wednesday. My servicemates waited for me. When I came there, they were already sleeping. The others were sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not understand Sir{you know him[I think]}. Every time we're having classes and he's the teacher, I'm getting sleepy. Actually, I get to sleep already even my classmates everyday in his class..only in his class??!!haha.It's true!what can I do?...I learned how to pronounce factorial \pak tor yal\...and how to type names on the calculator. That's what we are doing if we're getting bored(everyday!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for Friday afternoon, when was still Thursday upto Friday morning. Karissa volunteered to draw the logo of LRC Club on my shirt. We still had our English and Filipino class in the afternoon. But, it's ok. I was very excited when the time had come..wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced first in front of IV- H room..I think...that's it. After that, the program started already. We were next to Liriko to perform. Hala!At the first step I was wrog already. nyayayay..They said it's not obvious..[hope so!] I'm in the middle so I think it's not obvious really. I heart pounded fast eh..after we performed. After that, we had the pledge already. Then, I went with Fela and Theia. We sat at the back part of the gym. They wanted to go somewhere but there were officers guarding the exit...And there's Sir Tom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the program was over, I let my classmates wrote on my tshirt... They wrote anything..hahaha..We still had the flag retreat. I was very noisy that time. We're so contagious-Sheila, Kathleen and I. =) After that, we went home already..+_+ Thank God it's Friday!!~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-9002146075334418978?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9002146075334418978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=9002146075334418978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/9002146075334418978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/9002146075334418978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/youth-you-move.html' title=',go youth!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-2907807318382638266</id><published>2008-07-22T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:55:50.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SIXWoUKujgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vjZeqk1-Tkc/s1600-h/][p.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225818930730143234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SIXWoUKujgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vjZeqk1-Tkc/s200/%5D%5Bp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Isidro L. Dela Viña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father-a strong, simple man...very kind, patient, understanding and hardworking. I remembered when I commited a mistake, he saw me. I got scared because I thought he would scold me. But I was wrong, he just told me not to do that again and be careful next time. For almost two years, my father is in Qatar. He works there for us. Even when he's still here in the Philippines, he worked over time in the office. Then at weekends, you would see him doing some chores. Now, the time for him to go back home is near. He sacrificed for us, work abroad even the result would make him miss us, his family,very much. I really admire and respect my father. Even the God will give me the chance to change my father,&lt;strong&gt; I won't&lt;/strong&gt;. Because I love the father he gave to me and I'm contented about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-2907807318382638266?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2907807318382638266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=2907807318382638266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2907807318382638266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/2907807318382638266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-him.html' title='Just Him...'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SIXWoUKujgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vjZeqk1-Tkc/s72-c/%5D%5Bp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-9161156652236329810</id><published>2008-07-19T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:56:01.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Love You No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Love You No More (I'm Sorry) lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[VERSE 1]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the years that I've known you babyI can't figure out the reason why lately you've been acting so cold(didn't you say)If there's a problem we should work it outSo why you giving me the cold shoulder nowLike you don't even wanna talk to me girl(tell me)Ok I know I was late againI made you mad and dinners thrown in (the bin)But why are you making this thing drag on so long(I wanna know)I'm sick and tired of this silly game(silly games)Don't think that I'm the only one here to blameIt's not me here who's been going round slamming doorsThat's when you turned and said to meI don't care babe who's right or wrongI just don't love you no more.[CHORUS]Rain outside my window pouring downWhat now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorryFeeling like a fool cause I let you downNow it's, too late, to turn it aroundI'm sorry for the tears I made you cryI guess this time it really is goodbyeYou made it clear when you saidI just don't love you no more[VERSE 2]I know that I made a few mistakesBut never thought that things would turn out this wayCause I'm missing something now that your gone(I see it all so clearly)Me at the door with you in a state(in a state)Giving my reasons but as you look awayI can see a tear roll down your faceThat's when you turned and said to meI don't care babe who's right or wrongI just don't love you no more.[CHORUS]Rain outside my window pouring downWhat now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorryFeeling like a fool cause I let you downNow it's, too late, to turn it aroundI'm sorry for the tears I made you cryI guess this time it really is goodbyeYou made it clear when you saidI just don't love you no more[BRIDGE]Don't say those words it's so hardThey turn my whole world upside downGirl you caught me completely off guardOn the night you said to meI just don't love you more.[CHORUS 2X]Rain outside my window pouring downWhat now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorryFeeling like a fool cause I let you downNow it's, too late, to turn it aroundI'm sorry for the tears I made you cryI guess this time it really is goodbyeYou made it clear when you saidI just don't love you no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-9161156652236329810?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9161156652236329810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=9161156652236329810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/9161156652236329810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/9161156652236329810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-love-you-no-more.html' title='Don&apos;t Love You No More'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-7759641775423480701</id><published>2008-07-19T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:56:13.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...no air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SIK_xohRhLI/AAAAAAAAACo/5EE8TCBi0fE/s1600-h/th_emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224949377114670258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SIK_xohRhLI/AAAAAAAAACo/5EE8TCBi0fE/s200/th_emo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a very busy week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;monday: I cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tuesday: I cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I.D. picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wednesday: almost cried!ahuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'coz it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the muscles on my legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can't run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can't walk properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..ahuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thursday.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bad trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;molek picture pcture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but postponed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i sang NO AIR! in chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oohh...If I should die before I wake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's cause you took my breathe away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;losing you is like living in the world with no air..oh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm here alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;didn't wanna leave my heart won't move it's incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if there was a way that I could make you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to live alone with just me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause my world revolves around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's so hard for me to breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tell me how am i supposed to live with no air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can't live, can't breathe with no air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's how i feel whenever you ain't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's no air..no air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ohhhh............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........................congrats?or hope that you didn't win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-7759641775423480701?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7759641775423480701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=7759641775423480701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7759641775423480701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7759641775423480701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-air.html' title='...no air...'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SIK_xohRhLI/AAAAAAAAACo/5EE8TCBi0fE/s72-c/th_emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-6694025779906260767</id><published>2008-07-19T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:56:26.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chala's history!~_~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SIwSPQoZClI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Cje-AxHvlCQ/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227573320842021458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SIwSPQoZClI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Cje-AxHvlCQ/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am Chala Joy Atienza Dela Viña,but, how did I get here today? I asked my grandparents about the history of our family. I have a great grandfather named Pedro Marin who was a barber and farmer. He had his wife, Rosamina who was also from Macabebe, Pampanga. They had children and one of those is Pacencia. The woman who became the wife of Vicente and Maria's son. He was Florentino Parole Atienza, an electrician in Manila. Lolo Tino and Lola Paseng had six children. The eldest son is my grandfather- Edilberto Atienza, also an electrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felipe and Feliciana de Vega had two children- one of them is Aurora who's the wife of Inocencio atienza from Indang, Cavite-a farmer. They had three children. Lola Aurora died when Florencia was still young. She is my grandmother. Lola Flor and Lolo Eddie met in a carnival in Naic when Lolo Eddie was working there. They had children- two girls and six boys. The eldest daughter is my mother- Jannet Atienza- Dela Viña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my father's side- this is what had happened. Magdalena and Jose Libunao from Pangasinan were both Ilocano. They had children, one is my grandmother-Leonora. Her husband is Lino Dela Viña from Calamba, Laguna. He has been the treasurer of their barangay for many years. Their eldest son is Isidro who has the same name with his grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and mother met in Manila. That was, when my mother took care of my cousin. My father followed my mother in Naic- her hometown. After one year, they got married and have me and my other two siblings.Actually, all of my great grandfathers fought in the Japanese war before. The housewives were just in their houses, some were selling in the market or had a store. Our family consists of hardworking parents and had simple lives. Though, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-6694025779906260767?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6694025779906260767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=6694025779906260767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/6694025779906260767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/6694025779906260767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-chala-joy-atienza-dela-viabut-how.html' title='chala&apos;s history!~_~'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Apn06Uq8Zkk/SIwSPQoZClI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Cje-AxHvlCQ/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-8564108655840513608</id><published>2008-07-12T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:56:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..at last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pt pt pt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at last it's done....they were very hard ah..especially the test in english...i woke up early every test days to study but i'm getting sleepy when i was reading..haha..then in school,we still need to clean..so while cleaning,reviewing..haaay..at least,,i got high in SOME of the subjects...much higher than i was expecting...and i also didn't expect that i would got low scores in anal geom and math...haay..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shocking galore!they said im the contestant in MATHaba..haaaaaaaay...........i don't like..somehow..'coz it feels like they are insulting me..but,what can i do,..it's true...[nyak!]...hahaha...what?will I?..I won't..???WHATEVER!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss jelize!waaaaaaah.wanna cry..yah-remember that kisses pinched me-i cried!-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jel and I chat...woohoo!after 2 or 3 weeks of not chatting..im very happy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehe..~_~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no shirt STILL!no more!it's already July...aayayay.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;last week of fixing the bulletin board!yehey!Thank you Jenna!for helping me...and the others too..aaaaay,,yah..I remember..we'll be the one to clean next friday in the LRC...tsk tsk tsk....{I don't like!}but,i'll still go..someone will be there eh,...ehehehehe(peace!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;very many assignments again...consecutive subject..consecutive assignmetns...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay..this is over..i still need to do my speech and memorize it...and send it to ma'am until tomorrow 2pm...............................@_@&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-8564108655840513608?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8564108655840513608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=8564108655840513608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8564108655840513608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8564108655840513608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-last.html' title='..at last!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-6797469134212401664</id><published>2008-07-06T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:56:50.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>,a very busy week..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;waaaah!!!i really hate this week...because you know, I did very many things...adding the works in LRC Club.sometimes, I'm thinking I don't to be in LRC Club anymore. As in..also next year where I'll be the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reasons why I wanted to quit..&lt;br /&gt;first:I always attend the meeting of the club last week..then,after that..I would just know that there will be shirts for Molek but I didn't attend the meeting of that so I didn't have the chance to write my name on the paper for those who'll order one.&lt;strong&gt;sshhh![toOtErs!!!] case:&lt;u&gt;UNsolve!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second:I attended a meeting again just last Friday...and I knew that my classmates were given the form for those students who wanted to go to Subic[yes!I want too!] &lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;I don't have one...ahuhuhu.good thing I have one neighbor schoolmate-Stanford..I photocopied his form..&lt;strong&gt;YES!case solved!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third:maybe because of the members...HELLO??? They are all boys!and they are so lazy..I mean,they are not even helping us,..especially when we needed them just like last year..also about the LRC Club thingee...weeh..I really hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately-unluckily-worst of all....I couldn't change the decision...or whatever...I can't quit especially right now..and I can't change my club also for next year...It's all because I'm the LRC Club vice president!!!awaawaawwaaahhh!!!sharap!tOotErs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat sorry for myself 'cause I have made the wrong decision..wrong choice of club...wrong choice of my path...waaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I HATE IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tootErS....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-6797469134212401664?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6797469134212401664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=6797469134212401664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/6797469134212401664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/6797469134212401664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-busy-week.html' title=',a very busy week..!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-7677291173846094403</id><published>2008-07-01T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:57:07.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>,wat's the puRposE of mY eXistEnce???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm8/SusanTian8/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ththstars.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="stars" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm8/SusanTian8/ththstars.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;me?!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talking about my purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exist not just because I'm here to occupy space in the Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but it's because I am here TO LOVE and TO BE LOVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live because I love..love my parents,my siblings,my friends,my country,everything...especially God.I live because I know everyday I wake up,I will make one or more person happy with my simple jokes.=)And I want my my parents to be proud of me someday..And, I still promise that I will take care of them when they are already old and support them-even financial(if I have work already)That's why I'm studying hard now,to help my family first and then the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and,I exist 'cause I HAVE PURPOSE in liFe...&lt;br /&gt;I know my own purpose and I'll try to make things good and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I exist like a STAR&lt;br /&gt;like a star...after some years I know I'll die but before that I know,I had given other people happiness as their wishes came true when they dreamt things to happen. and on that..even I die early I will be happy...also stars have different colors like my life which is colorful...even there are many trials coming...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=chALa=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm8/SusanTian8/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thth0s2d1f5sfd.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="glittering stars" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm8/SusanTian8/thth0s2d1f5sfd.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-7677291173846094403?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7677291173846094403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=7677291173846094403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7677291173846094403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7677291173846094403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/me.html' title=',wat&apos;s the puRposE of mY eXistEnce???'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-7490111406612971404</id><published>2008-06-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:57:21.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...no air!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..this week..i was very busy..actually,just this Friday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had many assignments this week. Luckily, I finished them all!...ahehe...Sometimes, I felt sleepy at night but I'm not yet done with my assignments. Good thing the days ran fast. I slept early last Friday and woke up late on the other day...Oh my God!I felt bad when I went out the service was already there. And they were waiting for me for few minutes. It happened once then...twice!haaay...I hate it..It's because I woke up later than the actual time I was waking up every school days..or maybe I'm taking my time inside the bathroom..I will try not to do that again. I swear!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a meeting last Thursday lunch time in LRC..of course,it's about the LRC..and sad to say..Ate Kim couldn't attend our meeting on Friday. So, she asked me a favor if I could..I accepted because I know,you know..I'm the vice..weeh...It was mixed emotions.I was very excited,nervous and frightened because I didn't know what to do..what to say to them...what will happen next year if I'm already the pres.???I hope I can do what the passed presidents of the LRC Club did..hope so!really,,,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always the one talking to the members if we have any meetings..ayayayay..I hope they participate always...The meeting last Friday was okay!I managed them,I talked to them...English ah..I was really nervous..I remember my T-shirt for LRC...It was very big..IT's large..My mother bought that because there's no medium size..I hope there will be smaller than that..because i don't like it.,..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the last week..of what ate mia said about the gsp tshirt..she was there in school but no shirts with her..I want to it now-the tshirt!...I think i t will be given next week..hope it would be really true now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't think of any research...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope I can have even one........:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-7490111406612971404?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7490111406612971404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=7490111406612971404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7490111406612971404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/7490111406612971404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-air.html' title='...no air!!!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-8323514605006134365</id><published>2008-06-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:57:38.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>save the mother earth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..that's the theme of my second week...ehehehe...my servicemates knew about that..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that's quite bad but i still did that..secret!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ssshhhh!!!...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my god!....we had a new adviser now...haaay...but i think that would be okay. It's okay, at least we still have an adviser...okay?!let me tell about what happened to me in this week..second week of classes...Of course, Monday..I woke up early..I always woke up early now,unlike when i'm still in second year..i would get out of our house and the service isn't there yet..hmm..at least, they don't need to wait for me..but,sad to say, i'm the one who's waiting..[yaikZ!]my head is always bumping on the roof everytime i would get in or out of that vehicle. We're always very noisy there inside even in the morning,but,you know..going home is really the best!you would hear us laughing and joking around. But i still miss my former service and my servicemates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll just make this short,so i will just tell what happened last friday. It's Fela's birthday eh..I greet her..Actually,I was the one who treated her and Theia.[I don't know why!]..maybe, i'm just in the mood of spending money. We were all together last Friday(4-5 pm)vacant time..good thing LRC club doesn't have meeting that time..we just roamed around the campus. They said they were both tired of walking,me? I'm not..that time I would still like to walk wherever. i just felt bored. until..the officers called us.so,we went there and be the first students to be there...the flag retreat was quite long..and i felt hot..whew!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i should tell my mother to buy shoes with high heels...because we needed that for the gsp uniform,i guess...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah!about the gsp uniform,,i still don't have the t-shirt,huh?!..i hate that..always late...only the third year students don't have the complete uniform every Friday eh...oh!the three weeks of waiting for that is near..let's see if they would give it already this week...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay!this is all for now....a rainy week,indeed...hehehe.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope that the weather would be fine next time....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-8323514605006134365?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8323514605006134365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=8323514605006134365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8323514605006134365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/8323514605006134365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/save-mother-earth.html' title='save the mother earth!'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021088519079294515.post-5880959022836882075</id><published>2008-06-15T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:57:54.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>,.first weEk!!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school. Of course, I woke up early...very early.So, I let the time passed while I'm inside the comfort room..maybe I took more than 30 minutes inside. I'm excited 'cause I'm already third year!...new chapter of my life...new beginning...new service!ahaha!Now, I'm with Alpha, Kat, Justin, Ria C. and the others...I miss my former service(a van)...with Theia and my Ate's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went out..there they came,...my classmates,also servicemates,were somewhat shock when they saw me especially Alpha..hehehe..Actually,I hate the first day of classes..Why?because I'm carrying all my books to our classroom..and no one is helping me..We introduced ourselves to the teachers who don't know us.Me, I told them my drama life!Hahaha..(peace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second and third day, we had our diagnostic test...and, the class and club organizations...I chose LRC Club..nothing! I just wanted. Just like last school year,I chose that club also..Though I never expected to be the Vice President,huh?!!...I accepted it even though I think I won't be that good to be the next President..next school year.But, I will try my best. Oops! I'll do my best..really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizt!I saw again those people I missed, I love and those who I hate and hates me too..who cares???hehehe...peace!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the PERSON who's avoiding me!ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still see them everYday in sChool..OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my classmates and my other friends..especially Jilliane Celize Alcaraz Rebustillo!![where r u now??..in CAnada!]Theia,Jovy, Fela!!and L.G.F.!!--Zab...okay.,,also Nobie and Paupau!Mella and Justin,too.I miss the days we're all together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is all for this week!mwah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021088519079294515-5880959022836882075?l=chalajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5880959022836882075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021088519079294515&amp;postID=5880959022836882075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/5880959022836882075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021088519079294515/posts/default/5880959022836882075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalajoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-week.html' title=',.first weEk!!!...'/><author><name>Chala  Dela Viña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784533515840302961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_rbPNW9TI/TZRvAqSVfFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L9hxn1sXrGk/s220/DSCF0494-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
