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:&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/cutreenuh"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- Facebook Badge END --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-6926444595912849954?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6926444595912849954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=6926444595912849954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6926444595912849954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6926444595912849954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2009/09/fb.html' title='FB &amp; formspring.me'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8504356938801077437</id><published>2009-06-21T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:06:26.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love vs. Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs17/f/2007/129/6/2/Chocolate_Surprise_by_Shiritsu.jpg height=234 width=280&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you remember where you put stuff the night before. Sometimes you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Detail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, some scientists have claimed that love is biologically the same as eating large quantities of chocolate. If that's true, then why bother? Wouldn't it save us all an awful lot of time, energy and aggravation if we simply invested in chocolate bars and forgot about whoever has kept us up all night crying? Maybe -- but in your case, especially now, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. Forget the chocolate. Call them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup, that's my Friendster horoscope for today. I find it cute. Haha. But I'd rather fall in chocolate. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8504356938801077437?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8504356938801077437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8504356938801077437&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8504356938801077437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8504356938801077437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-vs-chocolate.html' title='Love vs. Chocolate'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1352579857859676874</id><published>2009-06-04T16:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:55:38.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO.RELAX.E.XALERON*</title><content type='html'>I received two letters from the school I go to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;TRINITY UNIVERSITY OF ASIA&lt;br /&gt;ST. LUKE'S COLLEGE OF NURSING&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;BATCH EXALERON (2012)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to applaud your sons/ daughters for having been promoted to the Level 2 program of the College of Nursing. It has been truly a rough path that they underwent through and we are glad that you are always there, behind their back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;blah blah blah blah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to again congratulate your child as he/she advances into the nursing curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;TRINITY UNIVERSITY OF ASIA&lt;br /&gt;ST. LUKE'S COLLEGE OF NURSING&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arellano, Catrina Joyce A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from Trinity University of Asia - St. Luke's College of Nursing! We trust this reaches you in great health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pleased to inform you that based on the evaluation of the Nursing Admission and Screening Committee, you are qualified to pursue the BSN II program of Trinity University of Asia - St. Luke's College of Nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;blah blah blah blah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and iughogosigfkjdfhgrhgoerhroomfg!!! I passed! This means a lot to me! &lt;i&gt;&lt;B&gt;ANG SAYA SAYA KOOOOO.. NAMIN!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Haha. All the hard work, the sleepless nights and waking up in the wee hours in the morning finally paid off. &lt;b&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining.&lt;/b&gt; True enough. :) God has been giving me good things and I don't want to see it end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Batch Exaleron of TUA-SLCN! We made it! Blue and white! Wuhoo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's a palindrome, dude. Exaleron to No Relax E. &lt;I&gt;Parang&lt;/i&gt; Yo, banana boy! or Never even &lt;i&gt;lang.&lt;/i&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1352579857859676874?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1352579857859676874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=1352579857859676874&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1352579857859676874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1352579857859676874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2009/06/norelaxexaleron.html' title='NO.RELAX.E.XALERON*'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1492754774335111745</id><published>2009-05-18T00:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:28:49.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bahala na"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Oo, bahala na talaga. Wala naman nagmamadali. Yan naman lagi kong sinasabi eh. Gusto ko kasi &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOREVER&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Kalokohan, pero pwede naman diba? Gawa na lang tayo ng paraan, noh Rico B&lt;/i&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hahalikan nalang natin ang kinabukasan&lt;br /&gt;Ng buong loob at yayakapin pa&lt;br /&gt;Tadhana'y medyo overrated kung minsan&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw may dahilan&lt;br /&gt;Kung gusto palaging merong paraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumawa nalang tayo ng paraan&lt;br /&gt;Gumawa nalang tayo ng..&lt;br /&gt;Baby, gumawa nalang tayo ng paraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antukin&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;i&gt;Rico Blanco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1492754774335111745?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1492754774335111745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=1492754774335111745&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1492754774335111745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1492754774335111745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2009/05/bahala-na.html' title='&quot;Bahala na&quot;'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-5246465565207871182</id><published>2009-05-07T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:28:11.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Validity</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You were always great at running away but you said forever. You promised forever. I forgive you. I've forgiven you. &lt;i&gt;Madina Lake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://th05.deviantart.com/fs36/300W/f/2008/273/4/b/Leave___Don__t_by_ennil.jpg" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt=""/&gt;Are you running back to me? It's so sad cos you know (well, I'm not really sure) that I'll be here. You're consistently inconsistent. &lt;b&gt;I just don't get you.&lt;/b&gt; Miss Nice Girl I am, I think I might listen to your please-just-take-me-backs. Or not. But, I need reasons why you left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-5246465565207871182?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5246465565207871182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=5246465565207871182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5246465565207871182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5246465565207871182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2009/05/validity.html' title='Validity'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2388457454034931614</id><published>2009-04-04T10:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:25:29.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No biggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is sweeter the second &lt;b&gt;sister&lt;/b&gt; around.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, ya feelin' me? Haha. Fine, fine. My sister's boyfriend was my boyfriend. I'm not sure though. I still haven't asked her. But so wut? I'm not making a big deal out of it, wait, I am. No, not really. I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2388457454034931614?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2388457454034931614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2388457454034931614&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2388457454034931614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2388457454034931614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-biggie.html' title='No biggie'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3598488242977009324</id><published>2009-04-01T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:56:11.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underneath the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://th06.deviantart.com/fs7/300W/i/2005/261/1/c/h_a_r_v_e_s_t__m_o_o_n_by_littleredelf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;G: How far is the moon from here?&lt;br /&gt;B: It's very very far that you can't count the distance.&lt;br /&gt;G: Wow. Really?&lt;br /&gt;B: Yes, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(silence)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;G: Nothing.. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;B: I know.&lt;br /&gt;G: I love you from here to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;B: I love you more.&lt;br /&gt;G: You can't love me more. From here to the moon is already countless.&lt;br /&gt;B: Yes I can because I love your from here to the moon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and then back.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute story. Just imagine the scenario. Sweet. :"&gt; Somebody sent it to me and I thought of posting it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3598488242977009324?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3598488242977009324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3598488242977009324&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3598488242977009324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3598488242977009324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2009/04/underneath-moon.html' title='Underneath the Moon'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-222810456759166058</id><published>2009-03-30T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:27:02.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Off The Press</title><content type='html'>Woah. It's been more than 2 months since I last updated. I feel so left out already but hey, I'm actually enjoying life right here. So let me be. Anyway, you guys missed me? Naaaah, you missed me. Haha. :)) And I miss ya'll back. So where do I start? I'd be lying if I told you nothing much happened cos its the other way around. I remembered some dates which, well, are worth-remembering. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;January 8. I greeted Sir Gelo, one of the professors whom I have a huge crush on, a good morning at nine o'clock in the evening. Does that make me crazy? You tell me. &lt;i&gt;Di ko makakalimutan 'to.&lt;/i&gt; Geesh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;January 31-February 2. Us bitches and man whores went to Subic. We stayed at Iris' place. And yeah, we had fun. We played Guitar Hero when we had nothing to do, got sun kissed at the beach, pigged out, slept late and sang with the &lt;i&gt;videoke.&lt;/i&gt; We still went to school when we got back in Manila. &lt;i&gt;"Attendance din yun."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 226px;" src="http://images.ca3naa.multiply.com/image/14/photos/121/500x500/89/DSC00248.JPG?et=6qDKWho5g8BqZ5iIETxp5w&amp;amp;nmid=192377301" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;February 4. My not-so-little sister Crissy's 16th birthday. It's the time of the year when were on the same age. Both 16! She's free from not calling me &lt;i&gt;ate &lt;/i&gt;and she's enjoying it. Loser. She had a pool party and lots were invited. My dad also took a picture of us (Ate Issa, me &amp;amp; Crissy) which is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 212px;" src="http://images.ca3naa.multiply.com/image/7/photos/133/500x500/40/Pictures-1719.jpg?et=OaWSNbSpJx5CN5ibZ6ZhpQ&amp;amp;nmid=210233947" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;February 6. Best friends' Day. A day with my girl and boy best friend (that's Marah and Obar) and my girl best friend's boy best friend Mookie. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ca3naa.multiply.com/image/2/photos/125/500x500/36/020620091271.jpg?et=rcCJbGBneq1eI3GkODC4RQ&amp;amp;nmid=209325623" width="150" height="200" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://images.ca3naa.multiply.com/image/2/photos/125/500x500/30/020620091263.jpg?et=hwanFVMNAwGTZ2agT0uIYQ&amp;amp;nmid=209325623" width="150" height="200" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ca3naa.multiply.com/image/2/photos/125/500x500/43/020620091279.jpg?et=6mqakLQeZk0y4vvJK7otzA&amp;amp;nmid=209325623" width="150" height="200" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://images.ca3naa.multiply.com/image/4/photos/125/500x500/32/020620091265.jpg?et=YJwhnqvB6bhJULpqrPRBIA&amp;amp;nmid=209325623" width="150" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feb 13. Willi surprised me with FOB concert tickets! I was thrilled to bits. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feb 14. Happy ♥s Day, everyone. :) Who received flowers and sweet nothings from someone? I did. :P Just as I woke up when I saw a bouquet on my study table and letters placed on places I usually go to when I do my morning routine. Because of all these stuffs, I was keyed up the whole day. Plus we spent the night (until 1am actually) together. Yes, my parents know and my mom was the one who fetch me. Cool parents huh. :D Also, I bought FOB's latest and Hey Monday's debut album. Wahaha. &lt;i&gt;Naalala ko pa talaga.&lt;/i&gt; HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 6. Marah/Mamalah's birthday. Celebration at Shakey's E Rod. Just like what I gave to Mookie, I bought her letter doughnuts from Ccello's as a gift. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.marahaha.multiply.com/image/2/photos/64/400x400/87/CIMG7466.JPG?et=gh3eb54EJQYlT2bMewGODQ&amp;amp;nmid=219987863" width="310" height="226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 7-8. 9pm to 3am. This night I won't forget. I had full of the joys of spring that night. He talks about me like I put the stars in the sky. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 19. Pre-birthday surprise since we had no classes on my birthday. I received balloons, oranges and 3 packs of Skittles from random people including my crushes. Yes, I fancy a lot of boys at school. They're cute, eh. Haha. This surprise was my best friend Marah's idea. Aaw, I love her. Late that night, Ate Issa, Mamalah, Paolo and I stayed at BK and waited until midnight - my birthday. We extended an hour since we enjoyed free WiFi there. Yihoo. :D I had some other visitors, too, beside from Ate Issa. Carlo, Kevin and Robin were inside Kevin's car which was parked outside BK. They called, asked me to look outside, counted down to 12mn and greeted me a "Happy birthday." &lt;i&gt;Nakakatuwa.&lt;/i&gt; Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 20.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My 17th birthday.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember."&lt;/i&gt; First, my mom called me early in the morning to greet me then came up with excuses like my dad can't drop by my dorm cos he has meetings to attend and she can't use her car to visit me due to the coding scheme. After the phone call with my mom, my dad called, greeted me and added, &lt;i&gt;"Sige, buksan mo na yung main door. Happy birthday Dutra."&lt;/i&gt; Aaaw, wasn't that sweet. :&gt; Then at around 6pm, from which I just woke up from my long siesta, my best friend had another surprise up her sleeve. Together with my college friends and Kalbo, they surprised me with a cake, balloons (again) and recorded videos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 21. Grand Finals in Anatomy. One word: Unforgettable. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 23. After burning the candle at both ends, thank God I passed Anatomy. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 26. My youngest sister's graduation. It's already been a year since I graduated high school. Just missing the good old days. Btw, my sister and I will be studying at the same school. How great is that? (There's sarcasm dripping in my voice.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 30. Panel interview. It's a part of the screening for Nursing in TUA. First time. :) Nothing tragic happened, everything was.. funny. Of course the question "Why did you choose Nursing?" would pop up. I think I gave a good answer as far as I can remember. Haha. Anyhoo, they let us pick a question for us to answer and mine something goes like this: "What if your professor in NCM has a body odor. Would you approach him/her? How?" Oh, piece of cake. XD Prior to the interview, one of my classmates already asked me that question. Except that our professor has bad breath. So yeah. Haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 226px;" src="http://images.ca3naa.multiply.com/image/2/photos/135/500x500/151/DSC00728.JPG?et=Y3gWEZ93kOBCnxVwT%2BNP6Q&amp;amp;nmid=226222939" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 31. Ate Issa, Mamalah and I went to Manila Ocean Park since we've got no plans for the day. Free tickets, baby! My sister found it somewhere in our parent's room. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly speaking, I have other stuffs to share. 1) How would you feel when you found out that your guy friend likes you? He's handsome and all. But here's the catch: He's bisexual. Well, he's more of a homo but he had girlfriends and he likes me. :D How awkwardly flattering is that? Haha. 2) I have Lady GaGa's album, The Fame. I go gaga over GaGa's songs. 3) I'm a Sun person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; but I still use my Globe number. 4) Believe it or not, I can't wait for the summer classes to start which will be on April 13. Is this me? Or I'm just too bored since summer vacay started? I already enrolled for the summer sem. We only have 2 subjects - Microbiology and Parasitology and Health Assessment lec and lab. 5) These dog days of summer annoy me. How I wish I could stay in the tub the whole day. 6) I've already watched the 2009 Oscars best picture, Slumdog Millionaire. Cool movie. 7) I got retainers now but I never wore braces. 8) Am I in love? But with whom? Sheesh. :)) Okay, I'll keep things in proportion and focus on my studies. &lt;i&gt;Steady lang.&lt;/i&gt; Who's with me? Haha. Right now, I'm just laughing and loving it all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, enough with the ranting. Now it's my turn to check up on you, Blogger buddies. But before I forget, let me thank those who still visits my blog especially Ate Teena who comments me on my FS account and PMs me on YM. Love you, Ate Teena. :* Thank you Maye, Zee, Ate Jam, Niña, Ate Ava, Ate Racel, Frances, Ella, and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I've updated some links. Deleted some. Please comment if I forgot to update yours or you want to be linked. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-222810456759166058?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/222810456759166058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=222810456759166058&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/222810456759166058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/222810456759166058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-off-press.html' title='Hot Off The Press'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8337772425563929757</id><published>2009-01-02T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:14:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another time, another town, another everything</title><content type='html'>So much for a year-ender post. I failed to write one. Its really impressing that almost all Bloggers has one. Jealous much? Uh, kinda. What I simply want to happen this year is to meet new people, have more friends, be more nice(?) and pass the cut-off for second year. That's not too much to ask for, right? And let me, if you don't mind, quote something from an author and a song. For inspiration, I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maria Robinson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just because everything's changing doesn't mean it's never been this way before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Call, &lt;i&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hopefully, I could still manage to update my blog but its quite impossible if you all know. When classes resume, its hard to insert blogging time on my daily schedule. And even though I have free time, I'll be doing some advanced reading in Anatomy. I have 3 weeks left before our midterms and a month to review for the Battery Exam. Do you feel me? :| Major killjoy, I know. Good luck, Catrina. My studies this year may be a big burden but I have this positive feeling that I'll be enjoying 2009 than last year. Or not. We'll see. This year started pretty nice and I wish it to be that way the entire year. :D Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8337772425563929757?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8337772425563929757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8337772425563929757&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8337772425563929757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8337772425563929757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-time-another-town-another.html' title='Another time, another town, another everything'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-634430384098082140</id><published>2008-12-29T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:06:32.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morphed faces of celebrities</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/745/Angelina-Jolie.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/492/Brad-Pitt.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/1610/Brangelina.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Victoria Beckham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/722/David-Beckham.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/3277335/Victoria-Beckham.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/3278144/Victoria-Beckham-and-David-Beckham.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/1040/Christina-Aguilera.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/852/Britney-Spears.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/2240/Britney-Spears-and-Christina-Aguilera.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson and Kristen Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/1007/Emma-Watson.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/3277288/Kristen-Stewart.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/3314621/Kristen-Stewart-and-Emma-Watson.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie and Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/745/Angelina-Jolie.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/814/Jessica-Alba.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/2421/Jessica-Alba-and-Angelina-Jolie.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera and Marily Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/1040/Christina-Aguilera.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/839/Marilyn-Monroe.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/1532/Marilyn-Monroe-and-Christina-Aguilera.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Beckham and Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/722/David-Beckham.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/492/Brad-Pitt.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/2324/Brad-Pitt-and-David-Beckham.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shia LaBeouf and James Franco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/3277382/Shia-LeBeouf.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/1521220/James-Franco.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/3325356/James-Franco-and-Shia-LeBeouf.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake Lively and Penn Badgley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/5677117/Blake-Lively.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/5677174/Penn-Badgley.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/6132313/Penn-Badgley-and-Blake-Lively.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake and Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/1824/Justin-Timberlake.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/475/Eminem.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/2782/Justin-Timberlake-and-Eminem.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda and Gollum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/1829/Yoda.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/plus.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/1/0/0/1774/Gollum.jpeg&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/siteimages/images/equals.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.morphthing.com/showimage/2/0/0/2155/Yoda-and-Gollum.jpeg width=100 height=133&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href=http://www.morphthing.com&gt;MorphThing&lt;/a&gt; for more. You can also &lt;a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morph&gt;morph&lt;/a&gt; your own photos. :) Haha. Try it! Gaaaah. I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-634430384098082140?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/634430384098082140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=634430384098082140&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/634430384098082140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/634430384098082140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/12/morphed-faces-of-celebrities.html' title='Morphed faces of celebrities'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1483287722314338684</id><published>2008-12-24T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:59:51.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2ywvhir.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who do you wish were there with you this Christmas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeLove Image, thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, see my two front teeth. Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth, then I could wish you "Merry Christmas."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Haha! Merry Chri&lt;b&gt;th&lt;/b&gt;ma&lt;b&gt;th&lt;/b&gt; everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1483287722314338684?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1483287722314338684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=1483287722314338684&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1483287722314338684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1483287722314338684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas..'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2ywvhir_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-7669477268066829507</id><published>2008-12-22T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:28:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;First night, last day of classes, Thursday, December 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I was a torpid sloth that refused to budge off my bed. Its December and I'm taking advantage of the cold breeze. Besides, we only have two subjects for the day. Major subjects to be exact. Anatomy and Biochemistry. Haha. I was certain that I won't be going to school anymore but I remembered that RJ will be giving me Skittles that day. :)) I also have to repeat my laboratory exercise in Biochem because I wasn't able to finish last meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, a little fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be going to Eastwood not the Fort that night. I was excited in going there but then again I was lazy and wanted to lie on my bed all night and sleep. Lazy much? Yes. And there's this issue about the people who'll be going - between my set of friends and my friend's friends. Haha. Did you get my point? Sammia, Iris and I backed out thinking that we won't enjoy the night because of my friend's friends. We were not really sure about that so after half an hour thinking, we finally decided that we'd go. Why let them spoil our fun? It's up to us if we'd let ourself enjoy or not. &lt;i&gt;Diba.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fast forward, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images.ca3naa.multiply.com/image/5/photos/115/500x500/52/DSC00083.JPG?et=ztSm57dvg5gPJcNBx0ZkPQ&amp;nmid=151030523 width=150 style="margin: 0pt 8px 0px 0pt; float: left;"&gt;We were at Eastwood by half past nine. I ate fries for dinner at McDo. We stayed (didn't drink) at The Bed Room. Sam and I found Eastwood a little boring so we asked the girls and guys if they want to go to Tomas Morato. They said it was a great idea. Like duh. 8D Kuya Oni, Dex' driver, drove us there. We were supposed to go to Guilly's coz it's a girls' night but us girls didn't have our IDs with us. Boo. Plan B: Club Industry. Patrick invited us there and we partied (again) like cuuuuhrraaazzyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images.ca3naa.multiply.com/image/7/photos/115/500x500/109/DSC00186.JPG?et=KWZrI2tCstaZzCLcRhEpqg&amp;nmid=151030523 width=150 style="margin: 0pt 8px 60px 0pt; float: left;"&gt;After that, at around 3am, everybody was tired. Or was is just me? We still didn't want to go home. So we went to Angel's place. 1NU06's boys were having their sessions at Angel's and he (Yes, Angel is a boy.) invited us to sleep there. Sabs, Patrick and Zeke were sleeping at Angel's room. They're such a gentleman that they let me, Sam and Mamalah sleep there and them at the sala. :DD But before Sam and I slept, we sang 3 songs, which I can't remember, with the Magic Sing. Wuhoo. I think I slept for just about 6 hours. We left Angel's place at around 11am (December 19 already.) but he had breakfast served for us before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun. I was happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second night, Paskuhan 2008 @ UST, Friday, December 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lunch time when we got back to our dorm from Angel's place. I extended my sleep, as well as Mamalah. I missed my bed. :&gt; My catnapping was all in a twitter when Sam entered our room and bid her goodbye. I forgot to put a Do Not Disturb sign. Haha! XD She'll be going back to her hometown, Pampanga. Mamalah volunteered that we'd accompany her to Gateway. Sure, sure. What are friends for. But I want to sleep! Haha. By the time we got back at our dorm again, I continued my catnapping and woke  up at 5 in the afternoon. I took a refreshing long bath. Didn't you notice I haven't took a bath since we slept at Angel's? Eew right? :x MYOB. Haha. Mamalah woke up and took a bath at around 6pm. After that, we went to Iris' room. Iris backed out again in going to Paskuhan but we persuaded her, so there, she changed her mind. My dad called and said he'll be going by my dorm after meeting up with Ate Issa. That means we have to wait for him before we go to UST. The three of us decided to eat dinner at Aling Becky's while waiting. We saw Dom, my friend, on TV Patrol because Paskuhan was featured there. He looked funny, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was past 8pm when we left E Rod. UST was jam-packed with teens and the signal was not at its best. I can't send a single message to my friends. I tried calling them, still I can't. Thank you Globe. Thanks &lt;i&gt;talaga&lt;/i&gt;. Good thing we saw Hannah and Reed at the Lovers Lane. We sat there with them wishing that our high school friends would show up. I saw Crystal at Patricia Estrada. Then, thank God, we saw Leah. Finally. She was with Monique and Faye. I love and missed these girls. Mookie, Mamalah's boy best friend, showed up too. The seven of us, including Iris, waited for Stephen. Iris' friend suddenly came so that left the six of us waiting for him. I was ecstatic when Leah told me that EJ was walking towards our direction. I hid behind Monique. XD Leah, Mon-Mon and Faye were like, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hi EJ, may surprise kami sayo."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; He peeped behind Monique's back and said hi. Speechless I was, I just smiled at him and waved. Sorry but I have to blurt this one out: &lt;i&gt;Ang gwapo gwapo niya as in. Mas matimbang pa siya kaysa kay Edward Cullen! Seryoso ako. Balak kong mag-post ng picture niya pero baka sabihin niyo obsessed ako. Hindi ah! Hello, hindi kaya. Pero ang gwapo niya talaga.&lt;/i&gt; HAHA. :)) Pardon me for doing that. He courted me before but I rejected him. Stupid me. Regrets, regrets. He is and will be my crush for like.. forever. Haha. Moving own with my story, we got tired of waiting for Stephen so Leah invited us at Sicilian, the dorm where she's staying. I saw Stephen and he was there all along. Tss. He apologized and I forgave him. No time for any &lt;i&gt;tampuhan&lt;/i&gt; coz I do miss him a lot. We went to the field and sat there even though the concert was over. Going there, Clarisse called me and kissed me on the cheeks. :&gt; Another is that some Icons (boys from an exclusive school in Bulacan) passed by us. Mamalah said she saw Paparuss, her ex-boyfriend. I wasn't expecting that mine would be there, too. It doesn't matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Paparuss texted, "Ey. Dj wants to see you. Hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it. He was there and he saw me. I didn't know what reaction I should make but to tell you honestly, I would like to see him also. I just said, "Okay, dito lang kami sa field. Likod." And so he came. I smiled. We talked, just a little. I even sarcastically asked him why the heck was he talking to me. We walked together without even talking to each other. I don't want to start &lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt; conversation; he should. My pride is taking over and that's what I hate about myself. I wanted to hug him. That's one of the things he usually asks for that I never did to him when we're still together. I love and at the same time hate him. Its quite complicated you know and I don't even want to talk about it. All I know is that I love him. Always have, always will. But hate always gets me every time. &lt;i&gt;Gulo.&lt;/i&gt; He may be or maybe not reading this but I know someday he will stumble upon my blog and I just want to let him know what I felt that night when I saw him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it ain't over yet. Even though he left early, I was still happy coz my friends were still there with me. &lt;b&gt;Boys come and go, but true friends are forever.&lt;/b&gt; We hanged out more but we have to accept there'd be a time we have to say goodbye. Only for that night, of course. :D Faye was tired and Monique wanted to rest. We accompanied Faye then Monique to their respective dorms as well as with Mookie. Aaw, I hugged him. Haha. :)) It was just Stephen, Mamalah and me! We rested at Mini Stop before going to Burger King, E Rod. As we were in the jeepney, on our way to BK, I was longing to see my boy best friend Jerikko and Willi. I wasn't able to see them that night coz they left UST when I got there. It was so nice of you two, so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://i40.tinypic.com/24whlat.jpg width=130 height=170&gt;  &lt;img src=http://i43.tinypic.com/34do9co.jpg width=130 height=170&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i44.tinypic.com/sblo45.jpg width=130 height=170&gt;  &lt;img src=http://i44.tinypic.com/6qw95u.jpg width=130 height=170&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Mamalah and Stephen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun. I was happy. :D Meeting my true friends really made my day and I consider meeting two important two-lettered name boys in my life as a bonus. CJ (me), DJ and EJ. Yeehah. Sorry for making this post a long one. I just can't let these memories with them left unwritten. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-7669477268066829507?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7669477268066829507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=7669477268066829507&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7669477268066829507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7669477268066829507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/12/nights-to-remember.html' title='Nights To Remember'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/24whlat_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1596557430503275755</id><published>2008-12-18T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:12:26.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lucky. Apparently, you're not. XD</title><content type='html'>I want to sleep. Well, I should be sleeping right now. There's a reason why I'm still awake. :) I know this may sound sappy and its really unnecessary but I just want to say that &lt;b&gt;I am so lucky with who I am and what I have&lt;/b&gt; right now. Going back to memory lane, it made me smile on how I made a great impact on somebody's life. Hah! Talk about making a great impact. But let me tell you one thing: I may have pierced, disturbed, distressed, strained or ruined that person's almost perfect happy life but I'm not sorry for it. I shouldn't be. Its not my fault that things happened like that. I didn't took anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just damn too careless and spunky. I'm the truth; the truth hurts. Everything has been said and done. Blame that rotten skunk, dear. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for reminiscing the past. Let's talk about the hereafter. I'll be be going to The Fort or Eastwood tomorrow night, that's Thursday, with my friends and on Friday, I'll be going to UST for the Paskuhan. Now that's something to blog about. Now, who'll be going there? See you when I see you. Buhbye. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1596557430503275755?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1596557430503275755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=1596557430503275755&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1596557430503275755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1596557430503275755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-lucky-apparently-youre-not-xd.html' title='I&apos;m lucky. Apparently, you&apos;re not. XD'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-246917454653649932</id><published>2008-12-08T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:21:16.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpal Tunnel Of Love</title><content type='html'>Studying Anatomy has never been this interesting. As I was scanning through the pages of Keeley's Human Anatomy and Physiology book, reviewing and bored, two words in bold form caught my attention - &lt;b&gt;carpal tunnel&lt;/b&gt;. It wasn't the first time I encountered such words. Familiar with FOB's Carpal Tunnel of Love? I actually had no idea what does it mean and really didn't care at all. Anyway, here's what's written in the book about carpal tunnel or carpal tunnel syndrome:&lt;blockquote&gt;The bones and ligaments on the anterior (front) side of the wrist form a carpal tunnel, which does not have much "give." Tendons and nerves pass from the forearm through the carpal tunnel to the hand. Fluid and connective tissue can accumulate in the carpal tunnel as a result of inflammation associated with &lt;b&gt;overuse&lt;/b&gt; of trauma. The inflammation can also cause the tendons in the carpal tunnel to enlarge. The accumulated fluid and enlarged tendons can apply &lt;b&gt;pressure&lt;/b&gt; to a major nerve passing through the tunnel. The pressure on this nerve cause carpal tunnel syndrome, the symptoms of which are &lt;b&gt;tingling, burning, and numbness&lt;/b&gt; in the hand.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img src=http://i33.tinypic.com/2lcmuf4.jpg width=200 style="margin: 0pt 5px 0px 0pt; float: left;"&gt;You overuse your wrist in doing things or maybe you're smothering that it gets numb. There's the absence of pain, right? No feeling at all when you try to touch things. Its clear that you'll have a hard time holding on to it and you can just drop it easily. Worst is when it's something that is important to you. So, why Carpal Tunnel Of Love? Because sometimes everything is too much that you get tired and its okay for you to let go. It makes you numb on one end and dumb on the other. Sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am not pertaining to some boy, I mean somebody. I forgot to put a space and insert D there. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S &lt;i&gt;Uy wala talaga. Nagkataon lang. Alam kong magegets mo eh. :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-246917454653649932?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/246917454653649932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=246917454653649932&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/246917454653649932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/246917454653649932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/12/carpal-tunnel-of-love.html' title='Carpal Tunnel Of Love'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2lcmuf4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8838040426028080637</id><published>2008-11-30T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:59:04.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It gives me hell ;[</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is so full. I think its called thinking. Ugh. Prelims will be this week. Wish me luck. Anatomy books are my new best friends! &lt;i&gt;Heavy sarcasm right there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Holy Spirit, I need you. 0:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8838040426028080637?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8838040426028080637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8838040426028080637&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8838040426028080637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8838040426028080637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-gives-me-hell.html' title='It gives me hell ;['/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-9195375099122655849</id><published>2008-11-24T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:59:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what boys like. I know what guys want.</title><content type='html'>I've been very very (insert many very's here) busy lately and it'll continue until who knows when. Boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days, I often wonder what do boys look for in girls. Weird. I also wonder why would I think about such thing. Hmm, maybe because this close guy friend of mine always tell me what he notices everytime a pretty girl passes by. The figure always catches his attention. He'd prefer someone not too skinny and not too fat either. So I was thinking, what are the other things a boy look for in a girl. Here's what I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHYSICALLY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nails and feet.&lt;/b&gt; My mom, as well as my dad, told me that boys would look at your nails and feet to find out if you're clean to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Face.&lt;/b&gt; A good looking face that is free from pimples, whiteheads and blackheads. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height.&lt;/b&gt; I guess they want someone who is shorter or the same height as them. Would they want someone taller? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Body.&lt;/b&gt; A good-shaped one. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knees, elbows and armpit.&lt;/b&gt; Darkness should turn to light so it won't end tonight. Haha. Kaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nose.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Matangos&lt;/i&gt; not &lt;i&gt;pango&lt;/i&gt;. Ouch. ;[ Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teeth&lt;/b&gt;. Having a white teeth contributes in giving a nice smile. I think boys love to see girls smile at them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hair, skin color and eyes.&lt;/b&gt; It depends on what they prefer.&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;b&gt;Popular.&lt;/b&gt; I'm really not sure if they want someone who's popular. Maybe other boys don't but I'm sure being popular can attract boys. That's why you're popular, get it? Good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweet.&lt;/b&gt; Not the mushy type, 'kay? Boys like girls who love and respect their family and friends. Now that's sweet. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confident.&lt;/b&gt; Girls should be loud and proud. Yeah, baby, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has a self-respect.&lt;/b&gt; There are some girls who are basically wasting their true love life by throwing themselves at guys in order to have a boyfriend. Please, try not to act desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smart and mature.&lt;/b&gt; No matter how cute and attractive you think acting dumb is, it turn guys off. They don't always want a girl looking dumbfounded with everything. A little common sense won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clean.&lt;/b&gt; Clean meaning that you don't smoke and drink too much. Using bad language is a total turnoff to boys. But why does it look okay if boys use bad language? Pbft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strong.&lt;/b&gt; Don't let them think that you're easy. Always remember that you're hard to (for)get. :D&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done. But that best way to attracts boys is to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BE YOURSELF.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; But sometimes, you don't have to tell that you think you're too fat, or your nose is too big. A little honesty is awesome, but if you keep telling him what you think is wrong with you and your body, chances are he'll eventually start to agree. Be honest, but don't put yourself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, mi amigas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-9195375099122655849?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/9195375099122655849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=9195375099122655849&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/9195375099122655849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/9195375099122655849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-what-boys-like-i-know-what-guys.html' title='I know what boys like. I know what guys want.'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-732060190445466376</id><published>2008-11-10T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:18:00.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Regret</title><content type='html'>I was there without having the idea that he was there, too. He saw me. I didn't saw him. I stayed away from him but he kept coming back. I pushed him away too far thinking that he'll come back again but he didn't. I thought everything was over, that he'd be with the one who would love him back. I didn't care at all. I always remember to forget him. Without having the thought that he'd be keeping in touch with me, I didn't expect to hear from him. Today, it was different. Everything about him popped right back into my brain. How could he? How could he make me think about him.. again? He shouldn't have sent that message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://i34.tinypic.com/642hdf.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to him, the emotional power of regret is taking over me right now. He is my greatest regret. If I was mature enough to do the right thing before, then I would not be sitting, waiting, wanting and wishing for something different to happen between us. I never wanted anything the way that I want him. Ugh, pathetic.  Shame on me. My friends were quiet disappointed. I felt and still feels guilty about it. But hey, I learned from my mistake and I want to be regretting the things that I had done, not the things I hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout you, do you sometimes find yourself wishing that you could had or hadn't done something in the past? I think everyone have a share of regret. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, Printeta misses you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;xxxxx&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged again. &lt;a href=http://cuziluvyou.blogspot.com&gt;Rie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://serenadeofangels.blogspot.com/&gt;Zee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://www.heartie.co.cc/&gt;Richelle&lt;/a&gt;, Ate &lt;a href=http://avaaaa.blogspot.com&gt;Ava&lt;/a&gt;, Ate &lt;a href=http://rchl-tastic.blogspot.com/&gt;Rochelle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=http://misadventuresofayesha.blogspot.com/&gt;Ayesha&lt;/a&gt; did. Its the same as my &lt;a href=http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/everybody-get-random-oh-just-do.html&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt; containing random facts about me. I'm doing this tag again for the sake of sharing and ventilating. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;- Each blogger starts with ten random facts or habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;- Bloggers tagged need to write on their on blog about their ten things and post the rules.&lt;br /&gt;- At the end of your blog you need to choose 10 people you're going to tag and list their names. &lt;i&gt;Not doing this one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't forget to comment on their site that they're tagged. &lt;i&gt;This one also.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you familiar with Yakee bubble gum? The one that's super sour? Well, I chew &lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt; swallow those. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love ball pens! I bought 3 blue ones, a pink,  a green, a red one and of course, a 0.3 G-Tech black pen for the 2nd sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I utterly want some premiere tickets to the movie Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a retired FS layout maker. Yes, my friends would persuade me to edit their profile. I got sick and tired of CSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss daydreaming. Haha. I used to daydream a lot. But now, I'm sticking into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate attention whores. Go ahead, be the star and look stupid! Don't forget to wear your funny hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paolo said I'm a bully. No, I'm just intimidating. :)) And Romnick concluded that I'm fond of making &lt;i&gt;bara&lt;/i&gt;. Well, &lt;i&gt;pambabara&lt;/i&gt; is my thing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been thinking if I should make a Plurk account but I'm foreseeing that I won't be updating it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't remember the last time I drank soda. I don't drink soft drinks anymore. Water only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephen gave me a shirt owned by my former crush. He left it at Stephen's when he slept there. Even though I don't like him anymore, I sometimes wear the shirt when I go to sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-732060190445466376?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/732060190445466376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=732060190445466376&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/732060190445466376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/732060190445466376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn-regret.html' title='Damn Regret'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/642hdf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3895041583269990012</id><published>2008-11-03T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:49:46.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Go To School For</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2pt4fi8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, seriously.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell days will officially start again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home works.&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;Projects.&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;Exams.&lt;br /&gt;Every kind of torture you can get from your professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. :| OK, sembreak was boring. But school? Killer. Its gonna be intricate. At least I get to hang out with my friends and go wherever I like without asking permission from my parents. XD I love it! Misbehaving much? Hahahaha. College is fun but high school never ends, right Bowling For Soup? Now that wasn't necessary. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatta for now. See ya when I see ya. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3895041583269990012?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3895041583269990012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3895041583269990012&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3895041583269990012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3895041583269990012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-go-to-school-for.html' title='What I Go To School For'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/2pt4fi8_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-271835661165448031</id><published>2008-11-01T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:15:16.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, you can't do it like Cutreenuh. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh can judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh can build a snowman out of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh can taste lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh can watch an episode of 60 minutes in 22 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh puts the laughter in manslaughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh can sneeze with her eyes open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh can beat the Sun in a staring contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh once participated in the running of the bulls. She walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh doesn't read books. It stares them down until it gets the information it wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh make onions cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh can win a game of Connect Four in only three moves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh used to beat the shit out of her shadow because it was following to close. It now stands a safe 30 feet behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh doesn't go on the internet, she has every internet site stored in her memory. She refreshes webpages by blinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh doesn't have a bank account. She just tells the bank how much she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh is not only a noun, but a verb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh doesn't wear a watch. She decides what time it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh doesn't play "hide-and-seek." She plays "hide-and-pray-I-don't-find-you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh's tears cure cancer. Too bad she has never cried. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh can drown a fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh can speak braille. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cutreenuh invented the question mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you spell Cutreenuh wrong on Google it doesn't say, "Did you mean Cutreenuh?" It simply replies, "Run while you still have the chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the first Jurassic Park movie, the Tyrannosaurus Rex wasn't chasing the jeep. Cutreenuh was chasing the Tyrannosaurus AND the jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Cutreenuh talks, everybody listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leading hand sanitizers claim they can kill 99.9 percent of germs. Cutreenuh can kill 100 percent of whatever the hell she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Cutreenuh, every street is "one way." Her WAY. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt;Most people know that Descarte said, "I think, therefore I am." What most people don't know is that that quote continues, "...afraid of Cutreenuh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Cutreenuh does division, there are no remainders.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When God said, "Let there be light", Cutreenuh said, "Say please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you gave Cutreenuh a typewriter and 0.000000000000000000001th of a second she can write the Complete Works of Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love does not hurt. Cutreenuh does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He, who laughs last, laughs best. He who laughs at Cutreenuh, dies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;As President Roosevelt said: "We have nothing to fear but fear itself. And Cutreenuh." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinosaurs went extinct because of the Cutreenuhaurus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Google won't search for Cutreenuh because it knows you don't find Cutreenuh, she finds you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Cutreenuh does push-ups, she does not push herself up. She pushes the Earth down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paper beats rock, rock beats scissors, and scissors beats paper, but Cutreenuh beats all 3 at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If at first you don't succeed, you're not Cutreenuh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;As an infant, Cutreenuh's parents gave her a toy hammer. She gave the world Stonehenge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;ROFL. &lt;img src=http://i36.tinypic.com/25p07rk.gif&gt;&lt;img src=http://i36.tinypic.com/25p07rk.gif&gt;&lt;img src=http://i36.tinypic.com/25p07rk.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the Random Funny Fact Generator: &lt;a href=http://blog.esaba.com/projects/facts/&gt;http://blog.esaba.com/projects/facts/&lt;/a&gt; Try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-271835661165448031?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/271835661165448031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=271835661165448031&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/271835661165448031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/271835661165448031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-you-cant-do-it-like-cutreenuh-p.html' title='No, you can&apos;t do it like Cutreenuh. :P'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/25p07rk_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2624182064825189701</id><published>2008-10-30T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:01:33.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, alright. I'm whimsical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..had an eyelash perm. I'm enjoying it coz it looks more natural and is better than putting mascara. ;) Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2mrwqo0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*wink wink*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..went to school today to buy books for the 2nd sem. Excited much? Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..watched The House Bunny with Ate Issa and Russell at TriNoma. :D Another romantic comedy movie. Faved it. The movie soundtrack is a good mix, including The Pussycat Dolls (When I Grow Up), Avril Lavigne (Girlfriend), Rihanna (Take A Bow), Yael Naim (New Soul), Metro Station (Shake It), The Ting Tings (Shut Up And Let Me Go and Great DJ) and The All-American Rejects (Top Of The World). Katherine McPhee, a runner-up on the 5th season of American Idol, starred as Harmony. Collin Hanks as Oliver, who I kept saying who looked like Tom Hanks, is actually his son. I knew that after I Googled him. :)) &lt;i&gt;"Oh, it was so nice to meet you. So nice."&lt;/i&gt; Haha. Heavy sarcasm is just so my thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..am happy, no, ecstatic (!) coz Valerie called and Mikey talked to me and he was like &lt;i&gt;"Pumunta pa naman kami ng Starbucks tas wala ka naman."&lt;/i&gt; :&gt; &lt;b&gt;Who the hell is Mikey?&lt;/b&gt; He is Val's cousin whom I met once then was dumbfounded by his appeal. XD Boys, boys, boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..am craving for more peanut butter doughnuts from Krispy Kreme. It's the usual &lt;i&gt;pasalubong&lt;/i&gt; from my dad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://i35.tinypic.com/345fypw.jpg width=240 height=180&gt; &lt;img src=http://i35.tinypic.com/30biwt2.jpg width=240 height=180&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..just realized that sembreak is about to end. Thank God. :D Bang the doldrums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..am not random. Or am I? My thoughts are! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2624182064825189701?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2624182064825189701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2624182064825189701&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2624182064825189701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2624182064825189701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/alright-alright-im-whimsical.html' title='Alright, alright. I&apos;m whimsical.'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2mrwqo0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-4865237435127075008</id><published>2008-10-27T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:12:18.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy love ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://i37.tinypic.com/xkobow.jpg width=240 height=180&gt; &lt;img src=http://i38.tinypic.com/mrpgqr.jpgwidth=240 height=180&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i38.tinypic.com/awb4hc.jpg width=240 height=180&gt; &lt;img src=http://i38.tinypic.com/2uo75og.jpg width=240 height=180&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-month-old Bum-bee in her basket with playmates, Spot and Porky :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new puppy and her name is Bum-bee or Bambie. She's a doberman pinscher. My dad's into small dogs now. We have a dachshund and a beagle, too. She has a &lt;a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Docking_(dog)&gt;docked&lt;/a&gt; tail and my dad is planning to have her ears cropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bum-bee is a brat. I mean really. And she sleeps in my room! What am I, a dog sitter? :)) Fine with me. I love dogs. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-4865237435127075008?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4865237435127075008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=4865237435127075008&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4865237435127075008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4865237435127075008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy love &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/xkobow_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-5278758252858006768</id><published>2008-10-25T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:53:10.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop! the popcorn and sit on the couch.</title><content type='html'>I watched consecutively The Borrowers (again), Georgia Rule and Sleepy Hollow on HBO yesterday. Thankyouverymuch HBO Asia for airing such interesting movies. :) And for the nth time, The Borrowers will be showing again tonight. Last week, Over The Hedge kept showing everyday. Aw, such a cute movie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I made a list on what to watch this month and in November so you can watch with me, too. :)) I only remembered movies that'll be aired on a Saturday or Sunday in November coz when classes resume, I'm only allowed to watch TV on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;300&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 30, Sunday, 11am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Addams Family Values&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 30, Sunday, 7pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aeonflux&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 11pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blankman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 2, Sunday, 1pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black Sheep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 1, Saturday, 5pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bowfinger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 15, Saturday, 7pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disturbia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 8, Saturday, 9pm&lt;br /&gt;Nov 9, Sunday, 1pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy Day Camp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 23, Sunday, 9pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flushed Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, 7pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Georgia Rule&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, 11am and 11pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ghost Rider&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 9pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hairspray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 30, Sunday, 9pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Order Of The Phoenix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 26, Sunday, 9pm&lt;br /&gt;Oct 27, Monday, 1pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;It Takes Two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 27, Monday, 9pm&lt;br /&gt;Oct 29, Wednesday, 5pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's Go To Prison&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 1, Saturday, 1pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stomp The Yard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 31, Friday, 9pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ant Bully&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 15, Saturday, 9pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Holiday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 16, Sunday, 11pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Credits: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hboasia.com/"&gt;HBO Asia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-5278758252858006768?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5278758252858006768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=5278758252858006768&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5278758252858006768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5278758252858006768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/abcd.html' title='Pop! the popcorn and sit on the couch.'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-5787777333908922139</id><published>2008-10-24T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:13:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insaniquarium™</title><content type='html'>Say what? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 5px 0px 0pt; float: left;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/70/Insaniquarium_titleScreen.jpg" width="320" height="216" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Insaniquarium™ is a computer game made by PopCap Games. My sister introduced it to me today and now, I just can't stop playing. :)) You first start with 2 guppies (fishes). You feed them with cookies then they drop money, which you can collect to purchase fish food and upgrades like powerful lasers to kill attackers. It can be played in Adventure mode, Time Trial or Challenge mode. In Adventure mode, you advance through 4 tanks. Each tanks has 5 levels. In each level, you get a pet. I'm in tank 4-2 and I have 16 pets already. :) Prego (gives birth to guppies for free), Meryl (who sings a song cheering up all the guppies in the tank, making them drop 3 coins each) and Wadsworth (who protects all the baby guppies when an alien shows up) are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna play, too? &lt;a href="http://www.popcap.com/gamepopup.php?theGame=insaniquarium"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;. You can play online or download Insaniquarium™ Deluxe for you computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-5787777333908922139?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5787777333908922139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=5787777333908922139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5787777333908922139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5787777333908922139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/insaniquarium.html' title='Insaniquarium™'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8620751787213486527</id><published>2008-10-22T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:07:43.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Euphoria, Hello Melancholy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my mom's birthday and the release of our grades. Me and Ate Issa went to school in the morning and went home right after. In a fortunate turn of events, I passed Chemistry and TFN and my average grade is more than of what I expected. Wuhoo! Hello euphoria. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess happiness is sadness disguised. I have a fair claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If hating my own school is evil, then go ahead, call me wicked. I hate my school because of only one thing - the enrollment scheme. It sucks, man. Why? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANG BAAAAGAAAAAL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Ate Issa was with me and she was comparing it to her school, the Ateneo. In her school, you can enlist online. You'll be given a random number and schedule on when and what time you can enroll. Faster and easier. Well, our school has a website but it sucks too. Some pages are not updated except for the homepage of course. Another reason why it sucks is that my former classmate was able to enlist without her grades but I can't. Okay, blame me for not bringing my grades with me but hello, they didn't include it in the requirements needed to bring for the enrollment. I even took a picture of it. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SQFK0bkRzSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4dKApLTE1gM/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SQFK0bkRzSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4dKApLTE1gM/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260568104359021858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verification slip: Check. Ball pen: Check. School ID: Check. Clearance: Nursing students don't need one. Appropriate attire: Wore my uniform. :))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my mom several times but she didn't answer. Believe it or not, I started to cry. &lt;i&gt;Ang babaw noh?&lt;/i&gt; Geesh, I don't cry that easily! Truth to be told, I can't even remember the last time I shed tears. Anyway, since my mom was not returning my calls, all I can think of is I'll just have to go home in Bulacan (!) and just enroll tomorrow. That was my plan. For crying out loud, what was I supposed to do? I sank into deep melancholy when suddenly, my mom called. I told her what happened and what my plan was then she started shouting at me so I shouted back, too. She said to just wait for her coz she'll be bringing my grades. So Ate Issa and I stayed at my dorm and waited. Lucky that I have a mom. Thanks Mudra. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8620751787213486527?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8620751787213486527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8620751787213486527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8620751787213486527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8620751787213486527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-euphoria-hello-melancholy.html' title='Hello Euphoria, Hello Melancholy'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SQFK0bkRzSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4dKApLTE1gM/s72-c/DSC00165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-6871721888195594789</id><published>2008-10-19T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:39:28.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/polls/tooyoung/tooyoung2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adj: having or showing a very abnormal or sick state of mind&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why crazy? Well, I'm currently watching The Tyra Show on ETC and the topic is about teens getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the girl is just 15 years old and she is already engaged - meaning she'll get married soon - to her 18-year-old boyfriend! There's this other girl who still wanted to marry her guy even though he left her numerous times for other girls. Are they crazy? &lt;i&gt;Sick like &lt;b&gt;woah&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Its very immature, don't you think? Pssh, so silly and ridiculous. They obviously aren't getting the information they need on the subject of marriage. Love can wait and it drives people especially teenagers (!) crazy. So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait. Okay? Besides, it's fun to be single. You can mingle all you want. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-6871721888195594789?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6871721888195594789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=6871721888195594789&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6871721888195594789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6871721888195594789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-get-these-teen-hearts-beating.html' title='Let&apos;s get these teen hearts beating faster, faster.'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2707937187176122508</id><published>2008-10-18T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:19:22.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not moving on! Period.</title><content type='html'>So my sister and I went to TriNoma yesterday to watch a movie. We were with Kuya JC, my sister's &lt;i&gt;kuripot&lt;/i&gt; ex boyfriend. Stephen texted and he said he's at Starbucks with Ate Gela. I left the lovebirds and met up with him. He told me about his boy stalker and I narrated about what happened to my phone. Oooh, I love doing updates. Anyway, there aren't any good movies aired, except Eagle Eye which I already saw, so my sister and I decided to look for a gift for our mom's birthday. We bought a gift certificate worth Php500 from Let's Face It. Not bad for a gift, don't you think? After that, we headed off to Makati to visit our dad at work. Isn't that sweet or what? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be with my block mates right now having fun at Star City and enjoying the rides but inertia gripped me so I decided not to go. &lt;i&gt;Ang tamad ko!&lt;/i&gt; Maybe I'm too inspired by The Script's song, The Man Who Can't Be Moved.&lt;blockquote&gt;Maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved, &lt;i&gt;The Script&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who can't be moved,&lt;br /&gt;Cathy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2707937187176122508?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2707937187176122508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2707937187176122508&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2707937187176122508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2707937187176122508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-moving-on-period.html' title='I&apos;m not moving on! Period.'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-5960846948728908718</id><published>2008-10-16T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:59:02.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the award goes to (drum rolls, please)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV1lUEm-Y7c/SOyFSOp5FEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2CIrhxDvuDE/s320/awardemila.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link the person who started this award. (&lt;a href="http://stylishchiiqch.blogspot.com/"&gt;GEnYZe&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Link the person who "LOVE" you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Post the rules on your blog. &lt;i&gt;This is what you are now reading.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 7 people at the end of your post and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know they have been "LOVED" and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href=http://imperfectxserendipity.blogspot.com/&gt;RJ&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=http://shelovesgreen.blogspot.com&gt;Pearl&lt;/a&gt; gave me this award and I am tagging &lt;a href=http://avaaaa.blogspot.com/&gt;Ava&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://rawrr-babe.blogspot.com/&gt;Darlene&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://gelliebean.blogspot.com/&gt;Gellie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://hannah.maldita.us/&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://oreo-raindrop.blogspot.com/&gt;Jey Em&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://gossipxqueen.blogspot.com/&gt;Mei&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href=http://wishing4wackylife.blogspot.com/&gt;Rod&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;xxxxx&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.rosamuth.com/images/butterfly_award_jpg.png&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once accepting this award, the rules are as follow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate 10 other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add links to those blogs on yours.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another award given by &lt;a href=http://shelovesgreen.blogspot.com&gt;Pearl&lt;/a&gt;. She thinks my blog is cool? Gee, thanks! Haha. :D Well for me, I think these blogs are the coolest: &lt;a href=http://stenciledsoul.blogspot.com/&gt;Nyka&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://silent-agitation.blogspot.com/&gt;Erika S.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://pinkangel.us/&gt;Ivy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://untiedballoons.blogspot.com/&gt;Jam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://ishchooki.blogspot.com/&gt;Janine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://www.lostsoul-writerindisguise.blogspot.com/&gt;Kaye&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://dollherup.blogspot.com/&gt;Nicole C.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://paulaislove.blogspot.com/&gt;Paula&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://paullex.blogspot.com/&gt;Plexis&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href=http://rainbow-skye.blogspot.com/&gt;Regina&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] &lt;a href=http://trishaxstarz.blogspot.com/&gt;Trisha&lt;/a&gt; also gave me The Coolest Blog Award today, Oct 19. [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Oct 25. Thanks &lt;a href=http://alapaapnamayulap.blogspot.com/&gt;Andi&lt;/a&gt; for another Coolest Blog Award. :) [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-5960846948728908718?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5960846948728908718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=5960846948728908718&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5960846948728908718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5960846948728908718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/rules-1.html' title='And the award goes to (drum rolls, please)'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eV1lUEm-Y7c/SOyFSOp5FEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2CIrhxDvuDE/s72-c/awardemila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2181259078129778992</id><published>2008-10-14T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:46:17.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BB :@)</title><content type='html'>BB which means Baboy Buddy. Haha. I found out that my sister is into Blogspot also. Wanna see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://isuh.blogspot.com/"&gt;You click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isuh.blogspot.com/"&gt;You click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isuh.blogspot.com/"&gt;You click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isuh.blogspot.com/"&gt;You click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isuh.blogspot.com/"&gt;You click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2181259078129778992?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2181259078129778992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2181259078129778992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2181259078129778992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2181259078129778992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bb.html' title='My BB :@)'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3872914646283578352</id><published>2008-10-12T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:48:09.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>So I have good news. Good news for me, I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;I GOT MY PHONE BACK!&lt;/b&gt; Thanks to RJ, Shobe and to the serial number found at the back of my phone. :) Rj's close friend Irish was the suspect. Haha. Gotcha. My fancy college is not a freaking place for a total klepto like you, Irish De Quiña. And the next time you make an alibi, please think of a good one, mmkay? Now you're a star. Isn't that great? Ha ha ha ha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SPKRlDyJh5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/jjpiDZCQw3s/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SPKRlDyJh5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/jjpiDZCQw3s/s200/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256423780951623570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey klepto. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;EYED EAGLE EYE.&lt;/b&gt; Finally, I was able to watch it. Of course I won't let myself miss it! &lt;i&gt;Jerry Shaw, don't walk. Run.&lt;/i&gt; Run with me. :)) I like the part where he was holding this attache case with ticking timer on the side and he said it was a coffee machine. Coz coffee machines have timers. Ha ha, funny! And I adore the woman on the phone every time she says: &lt;i&gt;"Disobey and you die."&lt;/i&gt; I wish it was that it easy to tell it to someone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://l.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/dreamworks_skg/eagle_eye/shia_labeouf/eagle2.jpg&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank God for beef. Thank God for Shia. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of friends didn't like to watch this movie but they still came with me. In other words, I was the only one who wanted to watch. Haha. I love you guys - Nichole, Val, Jam, Shobe and Luigie! :) See ya'll at Star City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;OH, HELLO SEMBREAK.&lt;/b&gt; What to do, what to do? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good, right? I know, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3872914646283578352?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3872914646283578352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3872914646283578352&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3872914646283578352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3872914646283578352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/hum-hallelujah.html' title='Hum Hallelujah'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SPKRlDyJh5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/jjpiDZCQw3s/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3705683896828631107</id><published>2008-10-06T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:54:50.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody get random. Oh, just do something random!</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by: &lt;a href=http://pinkangel.us/&gt;Ivy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you (see above).&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog (this is what you are now reading).&lt;br /&gt;3. Write 6 random things about yourself (see below).&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them (This is only a game)&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 random facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate Chemistry! I think everybody does, do they? :)&lt;br /&gt;2. I still can't move on about my lost phone. Still hoping that someone with good soul will give it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to watch Eagle Eye. Now!&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm enjoying my stay here in Bulacan because our house is a WiFi zone already. Yehey!&lt;br /&gt;5. My Max Factor waterproof eyeliner? Ubos na. Luigi kasi!&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm really excited for our sembreak. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://imjustme-amanda.blogspot.com/&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://juetotheworld.blogspot.com/&gt;Jue&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href=http://magbasakalang.blogspot.com/&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://stenciledsoul.blogspot.com/&gt;Nyka&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://www.shimilearnstoblog.blogspot.com/&gt;Shimi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=http://yellowpolkas.blogspot.com/&gt;Sheynee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3705683896828631107?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3705683896828631107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3705683896828631107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3705683896828631107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3705683896828631107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/everybody-get-random-oh-just-do.html' title='Everybody get random. Oh, just do something random!'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1520806380607528445</id><published>2008-10-05T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:26:22.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P990i, where art thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.ima-shop.com/images/p990i.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neat phone, isn't it? Yeah I know. I'm pretty lucky I had one but now it's nowhere to be found. Somebody stole it from me yesterday! Ugh. The nerve. I am very, very, very regretful that I used that phone instead of my W580i, which is a graduation gift from my dad. Not that it's okay for me if my W580i gets lost, but why my P990i? Its been only a month old with me. WHY?! I have suspicions to one of my classmates but I don't want to accuse her. I don't have any proof. And almost all of 1styr BSN students were inside the gym. Who knows who might just get it? I told my parents about what happened and said my sorry to them. I was really depressed when they canceled their plan on buying me a PSP. My mom was really angry, duh, that she didn't allowed me to buy a new Globe sim card. 'Twas okay, Sun Cellular to the rescue. :) &lt;i&gt;Sino naka-Sun dyan?&lt;/i&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely messages from people who are dear to me, the memorable pictures with my friends, my favorite songs and my crush's digits who, 2 days before this incident, texted me.. All gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, karma's a bitch. May God forgive you for what you've done, kleptomaniac. You have naughty hands. People like you should be electrocuted or buried alive or anything alike that is totally morbid. If it weren't for you thief, I wouldn't suffer right now. I just can't get over it. I hate you, big time! Aaaaaaaaaargh. !@#$%^&amp;*()#@!!!&amp;^% mo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1520806380607528445?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1520806380607528445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=1520806380607528445&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1520806380607528445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1520806380607528445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/p990i-where-art-thou.html' title='P990i, where art thou?'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-4915748109893002362</id><published>2008-10-02T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:22:40.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello apathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Someone once said: It's the good girls who keep diaries. The bad girls never have the time. Me? I just wanna live a life I'm gonna remember. Even if I don't write it down."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's the perfect alibi about not updating my blog for a long time. That doesn't make me a bad girl (I may be bad but not &lt;b&gt;evil&lt;/b&gt;) because I actually do have the time to write updates but I feel sluggish to do so. Well, I'm just having a great time. I'm starting to like, no scratch that, love college now. Haha. It's fun, fun, fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I miss chatting. Dami kong naka-chat ngayon. :) Bumabawi lang. Luigi/Paturi, Ace/Dudung, Junboy, Pepot, Regala, Bea, Ching &amp; Stephen/Kaaway. Hello sa inyo! I miss seeing them except for Luigi coz he's my classmate. Haha. :)) You guys keep in touch, 'kay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-4915748109893002362?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4915748109893002362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=4915748109893002362&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4915748109893002362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4915748109893002362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-apathy.html' title='Hello apathy'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-646984854098287002</id><published>2008-09-25T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:34:56.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're nobody until you're talked about -GG</title><content type='html'>I rule, she drool. &lt;i&gt;Oh, a clue there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Don't take the drool part literally. Haha. My ego is starting to take over. I just wanted to share this so I would prove to that somebody that we're not on the same level. I know God made us equal but I wanted to smack right into that somebody's face that I'm waaaaaay better than him/her/&lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt;. :P Masyadong nagfifeeling eh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leah:&lt;/b&gt; knkwnto ka ni franco. Haha ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy:&lt;/b&gt; Francia Franco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L:&lt;/b&gt; Hnd. Icsb. haha ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; Di q xa kilala. Clasm8 mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L:&lt;/b&gt; OO. haha ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; Ahh. Ano sbi nya?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L:&lt;/b&gt; Popular ka dw sa icsb. sbi qo.. 'WEHH??' haha ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; Haha. Ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L:&lt;/b&gt; my knkwnto dn xa bout ke (insert name here), (insert name here), (insert name here), (insert name here). tae! hindi ka ckat catlea. HINDI! haha ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We call each other "Catlea" &amp; the (insert name here)s were, let's use the term &lt;b&gt;boylets&lt;/b&gt;. :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? Haha. Good night. :) &lt;i&gt;I know you're jealous coz the voices only talk about me.&lt;/i&gt; Love me or loathe me, either way I'm recognized. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-646984854098287002?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/646984854098287002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=646984854098287002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/646984854098287002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/646984854098287002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-nobody-unit-youre-talked-about-gg.html' title='You&apos;re nobody until you&apos;re talked about -GG'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-5965430455225535609</id><published>2008-09-21T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:11:45.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse you Alay Lakad</title><content type='html'>Oops! I know, I know. Cursing is bad. Yadi, yadi, yah, yah. Whatever. What's not to curse when my school required us to walk from QC Circle all the way up to TUA? If you know both places, imagine how effin' far we walked. There are 2 things why I'm excited about the Alay Lakad: sleepover at Nichole's &amp; the green shirt. :) We were planning to take the jeep or taxi if ever we get tired but we didn't. I guess that's quite unfair to those who'll be walking. Mabait kami eh. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some pictures. Check out more at my Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://images.tinieweenie.multiply.com/image/2/photos/115/500x500/9/DSC02175.JPG?et=h4jTsEuoFsG9zHdTpG3w%2Bg&amp;nmid=116847207 width=400 heigh=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images.tinieweenie.multiply.com/image/2/photos/115/500x500/14/DSC02180.JPG?et=0fu2DJpd4ldd8Eij5Omo9w&amp;nmid=116847207 width=400 heigh=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images.tinieweenie.multiply.com/image/2/photos/115/500x500/4/DSC02170.JPG?et=c7wAEy%2C44KyJxH75r%2CKV2g&amp;nmid=116847207 width=400 heigh=300&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet and knees were about to breakdown but I had fun. :) Exercise for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-5965430455225535609?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5965430455225535609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=5965430455225535609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5965430455225535609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5965430455225535609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/09/curse-you-alay-lakad.html' title='Curse you Alay Lakad'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3597356464551719220</id><published>2008-09-15T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:44:53.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin' updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;September 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice at Ernest's place for our cheering. That'll be our finals in PE. I didn't sleep at Cathedral Heights. I slept at Ann's. :) This day is very memorable for Ann, Luigie, Nichole and me. It was our first time to ride a non-air conditioned bus. Oooh creepy. Kakatakot, sobra. The four of us ate dinner at TriNoma. Phew, kapagod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Paolo. :) Hi mo ko kay Sir Gelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Osana's birthday today. Osana is our Dalmatian. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, my parents went to my dorm. My mom asked me if I wanted to come with them to the airport. My dad's going to Stockholm. So okay, sumama ko. Then an idea just sprouted in my mind. I said to my mom that I'll go home in Bulacan with her and not go to school the following day since wala naman kami atang gagawin. Or baka tinamad lang talaga ako pumasok? :)) After we bid our goodbyes to my dad, we went to Katipunan to visit Ate Issa. We also ate dinner there. My mom was very fond of talking about ******. She's very talkative while eating our dinner. I just gave her the silent treatment. Its quite annoying, dba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school since I went home to Bulacan. :)) I ditched my Chemistry and Filipino class. But in the afternoon, I went to TriNoma with my mom then she drove me to school. I met up with Ann and Aura then made our Psych hw at my dorm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home late beacause I went first to Marikina to attend practice again for our cheering in PE. Then I went home to Bulacan again. As usual, I indulged myself in the Internet. Its just me, my computer and our newly installed WiFi. Hohohoho. :D  I've spent hours downloading songs (Paper Planes by M.I.A. was my favorite except for the gunshots) and editing my BS layout. Credit to Dancing Sheep btw. :) I uploaded pictures in my Multiply. &lt;i&gt;Ha, finally.&lt;/i&gt; I miss posting there. I got tired updating that one due to my very busy schedule. &lt;i&gt;College, I blame you.&lt;/i&gt; And browsing through some websites, I found out that Mr. Bunny's wife is still and always will be an impotent copycat. She's my #1 fan, I guess. Haha. :D Its kinda very flattering on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Almost forgot. Nichole, Luigie, Shobe and I were all wearing yellow. Unexpectedly. Haha. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://images.niiikiii.multiply.com/image/5/photos/180/400x400/2/DSC00227.JPG?et=1jkhHEOnKW90x1U1VnC3xQ&amp;nmid=115387339&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was all yellow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday. Since my dad is outside the country, we attended mass at Barasoain. Good thing I remembered that I have no supply of foods and drinks in my dorm, so I asked my mom if we could buy some groceries. I enjoy going to supermarkets. Its like shopping, too. Except the fact that you shop for food and not clothes, shoes, accessories or whatsoever. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icae and Marc's birthday. :) Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I just wanted to make some updates. I feel left out already. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3597356464551719220?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3597356464551719220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3597356464551719220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3597356464551719220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3597356464551719220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/09/freakin-updates.html' title='Freakin&apos; updates'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1330211919238492257</id><published>2008-09-11T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:13:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witch, witch. You're a witch</title><content type='html'>Witch, witch. You're a witch. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Feel ko lang sabihin. Idk why. She looks like one. A bitch witch. Sure, sure. This is a lame post. Thanks for reading. Much love. Mwa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1330211919238492257?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1330211919238492257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=1330211919238492257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1330211919238492257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1330211919238492257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/09/witch-witch-youre-witch.html' title='Witch, witch. You&apos;re a witch'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-4164773213247917821</id><published>2008-09-08T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:57:38.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious small talks :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;During our History class&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ernest:&lt;/b&gt; Cathy, kuha mo din ako ng handout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E:&lt;/b&gt; I'm Ernest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; And I care because?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E:&lt;/b&gt; Handle it with care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;@ BK, 1st night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bata:&lt;/b&gt; Ate, pahingi piso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; Wala ako e. Kakain din ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B:&lt;/b&gt; Cge ka, magpapakamatay ako dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; Aba. Cge, go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nag-aaway kami ni Aura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; Whatever peanut butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aura:&lt;/b&gt; Cheez wiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;@ BK, 2nd night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gaye:&lt;/b&gt; BMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; Huh? Ah, BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G:&lt;/b&gt; VMG, GMA, ABS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C:&lt;/b&gt; Sus. CNN. Star world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing and recurring the short but fun chitchat with my friends and making a post for the sake of updating and not being under hiatus or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'mma start ranting. I'll just blurt out whatever comes to my mind. Ugh. Right now, I feel droopy. I utterly hanker for time. Time do more stuffs. I'm so preoccupied I don't what to do. :\ Speaking of time, my favorite watch broke. I don't know what happened. Maybe its a little bit over used. Haha. And oh, I'm broke too! :)) Poverty-stricken. I just realized that I withdrawn more than 1k from my ATM last week. Maybe a little less than 2k? Dang. I don't know what's gonna happen when my mom finds out. Oh well, anyway, my eyes are not cooperating with me right now. I'll sleep now and dream happy dreams. Good night everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-4164773213247917821?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4164773213247917821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=4164773213247917821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4164773213247917821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4164773213247917821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/09/hilarous-small-talks.html' title='Hilarious small talks :))'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1259659160839677331</id><published>2008-09-06T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:49:23.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly romantic cliché</title><content type='html'>We've been hanging out for 3 consecutive days after class. His cellphone's wallpaper is my picture. What's next? We've got a good thing going and I don't wanna see it end. Please, please. *crosses fingers* I just feel happy when I'm with him. This is sappy but its true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1259659160839677331?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1259659160839677331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=1259659160839677331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1259659160839677331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1259659160839677331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/09/silly-romantic-clich.html' title='Silly romantic cliché'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2268952305042483917</id><published>2008-09-01T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:41:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls just wanna have funds</title><content type='html'>Haha. Girls just wanna have &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt;. Yeah, scratch 'd'. :)) So, I'm making a quick update. I really need a good night's sleep. Back to school again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I enjoyed today and yesterday with Gaye. She slept at our place. Fun. We bought the same shirt and downloaded lots of songs. Fun. &lt;i&gt;Limewire, thankyouverymuchagain.&lt;/i&gt; Of all the songs we downloaded, I like Shake It by Metro Station. That's the song from the Minute Maid commercial. &lt;i&gt;Shake, shake, shake, shake, uh-shake it.&lt;/i&gt; Heehee. We also read together. Fun. She continued reading Eclipse and I was re-reading Twilight after I read J.K. Rowling's commencement address at Harvard University. I &amp;hearts; to read. We chatted non-stop after reading. Fun. My mom joined in and she had fun, too. You know why? Coz she pranked me. &lt;b&gt;Not fun!&lt;/b&gt; She loves doing that. She told me that she texted Dj "Hoy" using my phone since she had it with her. I was soooo mad at her. I was thinking why did she have to do that. She's very pakielamara talaga. And papansin. Ugh, mothers. Well it was a joke according to her. Ha-ha-ha very funny. &lt;i&gt;You had fun, Mother Dear. I'm happy for you. Now, don't ever do that again or else..&lt;/i&gt; Haha. :)) Mmkay, I'mma sleep tight now. Tatta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SLrWMx1aNXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tG10QDzNvtM/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SLrWMx1aNXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tG10QDzNvtM/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240736631423120754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the shirt Gaye and I bought. &lt;b&gt;As if.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2268952305042483917?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2268952305042483917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2268952305042483917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2268952305042483917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2268952305042483917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls-just-wanna-have-funds.html' title='Girls just wanna have funds'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SLrWMx1aNXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tG10QDzNvtM/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2689513206389455884</id><published>2008-08-26T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:56:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a reason why we met, I'm glad that we did.</title><content type='html'>Today was fun. We sort of had an early reunion. Haha. I finally was able to meet almost all of my close and not-so-close-but-somewhere-near-that friends from high school. &lt;i&gt;Leah, Granny, Jen, Iris, Maine, Chariz, Pierre, Dianne, Piglet, Mhay, Elaine, Ida, Jan Marie, Eric, Cedric, Gudo&lt;/i&gt; and of course Mamalah. :) Us girls planned to surprise Dianne since it was her birthday last Friday. We walked from Greenwich all the way to BSU. From out of nowhere, &lt;b&gt;nagkasalubong&lt;/b&gt; kami ng ex boyf&lt;s&gt;r&lt;/s&gt;iend ko. He's with his high school friends, too. He was wearing green and his hair was short. I love it every time he gets a haircut. &lt;i&gt;Totoy look.&lt;/i&gt; I know I should be hating him right now for all the things he did and didn't do to me but I don't hate. :) Haha. Ya ryt. Well, I'm happy that I saw him but I wished I never did. I'm not suppose to think and talk about him right now but I just can't. Pssh, for crying out loud. And is today's horoscope a sign or something? Should I cross my fingers or what? We'll see.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friendster Horoscope for August 26, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Pisces (Feb 19 - Mar 20)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay more attention to the areas of your life you have been neglecting for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Detail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good time for you to pay more attention to the areas of your life that you have been neglecting for awhile -- a long forgotten project, a needy neighbor, or a faraway friend. They may be out of sight and out of mind, but they still need your attention. You'll have free time here and there throughout your day to address this forgotten task or person, so there is really no excuse for you not to touch base with the people you need to contact.&lt;/blockquote&gt;We're both Pisces. Who should make the first move? Act like a gentleman, you Neanderthal. Okay. &lt;i&gt;Stop being bitter, Cathy.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the reason of my true happiness - my friends. We hanged out inside BSU. Good thing the security guard let us in even though some of us didn't have our IDs. I saw Xavier and Ate Raliech. I also saw Chariz smoking. Oh dear. People change, take it or leave it. Some of us got hungry so we went back to Crossing to eat. After eating, we chatted a little. Granny also had no formal break-up with her boyfriend. Its good to hear that Maine, Ida and Jan Marie are still together with their beau. And Leah auditioned for the UST pep squad! Piglet started wearing colored contact lenses. Jen said that Trixie was suppose to call me last week. Chariz, well, she's still big and she smokes like I said. The others are still the same. Nothing new yet. Hehe. Anyways, its past 12 already and I still have to wake up early, for the reason that I'm still here in Bulacan, to avoid getting late for my 7:30am class tomorrow. Tatta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2689513206389455884?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2689513206389455884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2689513206389455884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2689513206389455884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2689513206389455884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-reson-why-we-met-im-glad-that-we.html' title='There&apos;s a reason why we met, I&apos;m glad that we did.'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3590312669953172380</id><published>2008-08-25T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:56:09.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What he got, the others have not. He's the man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;We Are All Witnesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps now belongs to history. For the rest of us the memories—and indelible images—of the Greatest Olympic Performance Ever won't be forgotten anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Susan Casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 519px;" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/sivault/si_online/covers/images/2008/0825_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps, Swimming, USA&lt;br /&gt;Photographed by: Simon Bruty/SI&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to share another picture of Michael Phelps. :) Wearing his 8 gold medals, he poses on the cover of Sports Illustrated. He's the greatest racer who ever walked the planet. &lt;i&gt;He's the man.&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3590312669953172380?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3590312669953172380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3590312669953172380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3590312669953172380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3590312669953172380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-he-got-others-have-not-hes-man.html' title='What he got, the others have not. He&apos;s the man.'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-6267969208747155276</id><published>2008-08-20T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:14:02.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know life's a bummer, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Good morning starshine! The earth says hello. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of my long vacation. Is 4 days that long? Ugh, bummer. Can't think of what to do for today. I'm kinda deciding if I should get a haircut or read a new book since I finished reading Breaking Dawn already or continue browsing for some celebrity gossips online for the whole day or indulge myself to anything (or everything) about Michael Phelps. Haha! Maybe the last one's a great idea. :) Michael already has deals with Speedo, Hilton and Omega. If he leaves Speedo, Nike could pay him up to $50 million. &lt;i&gt;Show me the money! $_$&lt;/i&gt; Having those cute face, eyes and slim sexy body... Oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://stupidcelebrities.net/wp-content/michaelphelps.jpg&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, he is $100 million dollars hotter than my ex bf, Shia. :))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I want to drive again but since my older sister's not around, I can't. Boo-hoo. &lt;i&gt;Please God, make me do something.&lt;/i&gt; I don't wanna end up eating FIC all day. :\ And oh, thank you guys for visiting my page! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SKrGpJ97Q8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/DbnkpGkUV3w/s1600-h/HOHO.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SKrGpJ97Q8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/DbnkpGkUV3w/s400/HOHO.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236215927124214722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;You see that? Envy me, you copycat! XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-6267969208747155276?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6267969208747155276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=6267969208747155276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6267969208747155276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6267969208747155276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-morning-starshine-earth-says-hello.html' title='I know life&apos;s a bummer, baby.'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SKrGpJ97Q8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/DbnkpGkUV3w/s72-c/HOHO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1905674552216403257</id><published>2008-08-18T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:18:19.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight movie news flash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 411px; height: 242px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/luisacart/Animation3-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing Stephenie Meyer's site (&lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/&lt;/a&gt;) to check for updates and I found this:&lt;blockquote&gt;So, many of you have heard that the release of the sixth Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, has been moved from this Thanksgiving to next summer. First and foremost, please know that this schedule change has absolutely nothing to do with Twilight, me, or Summit Films (so enough with the imdb death wishes, okay?). This is Warner Bros. decision, and it was not motivated by anything Twilight-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good news! Though we're all sad to have to wait for Harry Potter, this open spot at the theater creates a cool opportunity. The good people at Summit were thrilled to let me know that now Twilight fans are going to get their movie three weeks earlier than scheduled. &lt;b&gt;That's right—Twilight will be released in theaters November 21st!&lt;/b&gt; Let the merry-making commence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Stephenie&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hoorah! Can't wait, can't wait. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1905674552216403257?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1905674552216403257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=1905674552216403257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1905674552216403257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1905674552216403257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-movie-news-flash.html' title='Twilight movie news flash!'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2337049311717406562</id><published>2008-08-15T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:06:25.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and freaky @ Gaye's</title><content type='html'>Let's start with the fun part. :) I slept at Gaye's dorm last night because I'm mad at someone. Bonding. ;) I brought most of my stuffs at her place. First, we took a bath. (Not together. Nauna ko. :P) Then she put make-up on me. I'm telling you, she's an expert. She's the reason why I started putting make-up every single day. Good thing my mom is happy about it. That's why she bought and gave me eyeshadows and all those shiznits you put on your face. Haha. After that, we went to Garden Heights to talk to She. We stayed at the penthouse, which was a nice place to hang out. We went back, together with She, at Gaye's place to continue whatever we were doing. It was dinner time already. Gaye and I had burger and softdrinks for dinner; She went back to her condo - to her oh so loving room mate. Haha. :)) Anyhoo, Gaye and I ate our dinner at the basketball court near my dorm. It was dark but not scary. We overheard Sammia, Iris and Papa J at the playground beside the court. Not sure if someone and Ate Jaimie were there, too. I could only recognize J's silhouette. Ergh, infatuation! We were planning to go back to Gaye's but  we saw Neil, Nel and Kuya Notnot. Neil needed help for the collage which will be an entry for the contest the next day so I volunteered to help. Gaye, too. Nga ba? Haha. :D Sandali lang kami dun then we surely went back to Gaye's place. I still needed to study for the midterm in TFN. Review, review, rest, then review again. I was about to go to sleep but I checked my phones first, Globe and Sun. I've got unread messages but the one from 2948 caught my attention. I read it and it says: "You have purchased Globe 300 E PIN *combination goes here* PIN *another goes here* To reload, call 223... yadiyadiya.." OME! I don't remember purchasing any huge amount of load and I absolutely don't do that. Its not anything like me. I'm kuripot when it comes to load and texting. Well, thanks to whoever unintentionally wrote his/her number wrong and instead writing down mine. :P Syempre, niload ko na yun. Haha! I may be selfish, but who cares? &lt;i&gt;You are, too. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the fun part, so now, let's get freaky. After checking my Globe phone, I checked my other phone. SunCell, me love. &lt;i&gt;Thanks for the unlimited calls and 750 free text messages to other networks. :)&lt;/i&gt; A message from She and Paparuss, messages from Daniel and two missed calls. These two missed calls were from different numbers which were not registered in my contacts. Its kinda late but I still wanted to know who called. Curious much? Mm-hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted both numbers, "Cno toh?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one replied. "Ex m0 po,d mu na q klala nu?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read it, I had an idea who it was. I freaked out. Gaye freaked out a little when I told her. &lt;i&gt;But that's not the freaky part yet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko, "Ha cno?" since I have 4 ex's. No, make it 3 - the other one's just puppy love or some crap bullshit. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply nya, ", oj lng kht d mu q klala. Hmp." Wow. May ganon? Sure, sure. Di ko na &lt;i&gt;ata&lt;/i&gt; kilala. Hehe. I called him. He answered my call but ended it after some seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La q dnig."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cno kba?" I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".unang guy n nkiss m0." Rrright, he knew that coz I told him that he really was the... Yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathetically, I replied, "Ahh. *insert name here*?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah. Xta?miz ko n kiss mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me bgo kna ba?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. "Kung meron, ano nman sau?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala. Xwerte lang nya. Kase bka bgay mo na lahat sknya." Okay, please stop replacing S with X! It's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cguro :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now, this is the freaky part. For me, maybe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eto.pagtapos mo mhawakan at masubo tong anu ko gnyn kana" Right after I finished reading it, he called. I didn't answer, letting him think that I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another text from him, "Sayang.di mhan lng tau ngka***" I used asterisks instead of typing that three-letter word every guy desperately wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last text from him. I didn't reply because I was totally freaking out. I know he's ma-L. He said that he won't be like that to me since he respects me. Or I guess he's just intimitated by me. What a sissy. But he's doing it to whoever-she-is-because-I-don't-want-to-mention-her-name when we're still together. Kinukwento nya sakin na ganun din yung girl which was a major turn-off if I'm a guy. So, magsama na lang sila para happy na ang lahat. He never mattered anyway. Really. :) &lt;b&gt;You turn me off. Sucks to be you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh, memories. Remembering how he used to go to my place every other day, how he would persuade me if he could kiss or hug me, how he would get mad when I always refuse to grant his request, how he would talk very rude about yeah-her-that's-her, how he would talk about his crushes, how he would laugh, how he would talk so fast and weird, and how he would repeat the words I wanted to hear every time I ask him to. The time when he invited me to go to his place because he wanted me to meet his parents, when he invited me to his graduation, when I had a lunch date with him, his parents and grandparents, when he gave me his jersey, when he surprised me on my birthday, when he said that he really enjoys my company even though were doing nothing, when he went to my graduation and got drunk by my dad, when he talks about his family, when he sends me very sweet messages which he usually don't do, when he calls every night on school days because he likes how my voice sounds and knowing that I don't have my cellphone with me, when he would drive for me when he finishes his driving lessons, when he walks beside me because he knows I don't like him walking behind me and when he always reminds me what he said to me when we were on our junior year that he's really serious in making me his last gf so just let him flirt with other girls until our senior year. And December 20. Oh crap, talk about nothing. Talk about my first real love! :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all blabbermouths, I know you enjoyed reading. Go ahead, gossip all you want. Make me as your topic! I'll be flattered. ;) Very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, apology for the long post. PS: This post is not about you, moron. You're just a part of it. See the title? Good. Poof, adios, shoo away now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2337049311717406562?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2337049311717406562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2337049311717406562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2337049311717406562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2337049311717406562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-and-freaky-gayes.html' title='Fun and freaky @ Gaye&apos;s'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3087250775268541515</id><published>2008-08-11T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:05:35.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this for real?</title><content type='html'>I think I'm hallucinating. Idk. When I indulge myself in the computer, I'm not aware of the time. Usually, when I finish using the net and with all the shiznits I do with the computer, its already like 11pm. Tonight's different. I'm done with my English papers, done with saving Twilight pictures &lt;i&gt;Hahaha. Motherchucker, I'm totally obsessed.&lt;/i&gt;, done downloading songs and I finished editing my Blogspot layout, which I love, when I found out that its just 9pm! For me, I consider it early. I still have two hours left to do stuffs. I think I'mma study our report for TFN na lang. Okay, goodnight guys! :) Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3087250775268541515?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3087250775268541515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3087250775268541515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3087250775268541515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3087250775268541515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-this-for-real.html' title='Is this for real?'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8802299677482494757</id><published>2008-08-10T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:11:26.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stfu :))</title><content type='html'>And I care because? Haha. You're so funny... looking! :)) You can't stop talking about me, can you? Sure, sure. I guess I'm not a nobody. Thanks to you. :P &lt;i&gt;Feeling mo naman?&lt;/i&gt; You keep on comparing things that we have in common. Panpansin ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday Macon!&lt;/b&gt; :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8802299677482494757?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8802299677482494757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8802299677482494757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8802299677482494757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8802299677482494757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/08/stfu-x.html' title='Stfu :))'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2032019000495241874</id><published>2008-08-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:22:42.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>888</title><content type='html'>Oh shoot. I have no idea why I woke up so early. Well, 7:45am isn't that early, I guess. Pero kahit na! Maaga para sakin yan. Haha. So here I am, effing bored. Friendster-ing. Multiply-ing. Blogging. Waiting for my breakfast to be cooked (Champorado with tuyo and rice. Yummy!). I want to start reading Breaking Dawn now and at the same time upload pictures from my phone. Sure, I can multi-task, but not now. I'm not in the mood.. as always. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's date is the "in" date. 07/07/07 has come and gone, now its 08/08/08. Idk. Filipinos tend to be very superstitious. I actually am, too. :)) I guess today is everybody's lucky day. I hope so. :)) Also, the opening ceremony for the 2008 Olympic Games will start at exactly 08:08:08 tonight. Kewl. Its just less than 7 hours away as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SJvkWJzjIGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VVgybc0dEHk/s1600-h/Img214108291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SJvkWJzjIGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VVgybc0dEHk/s320/Img214108291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232026461361348706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuwa as the Official Mascots of Beijing 2008 Olympic Games&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I remembered I have an appointment with my dentist today. Gotta eat, take a bath and pick a wardrobe. Hehe. Bye then. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2032019000495241874?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2032019000495241874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2032019000495241874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2032019000495241874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2032019000495241874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/08/888.html' title='888'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SJvkWJzjIGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VVgybc0dEHk/s72-c/Img214108291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2250324958754304052</id><published>2008-08-08T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:44:38.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>Finally, its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are happening as they are meant to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :)) Tapos na kasi midterms namin. :)) Good thing we don't have classes tomorrow and on Saturday. I've been sleeping late (really late) for 3 consecutive nights because of the exams. Now its done, I need to get some good night's sleep. And finally, I can start reading Breaking Dawn when I get home. Hooorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, happy birthday Regner. Your momma loves ya. B) Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2250324958754304052?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2250324958754304052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2250324958754304052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2250324958754304052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2250324958754304052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2254833455071104606</id><published>2008-07-27T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:45:01.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yadiyadiya Blahblahblah II</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Bulacan.. again. Its Andrea's birthday today. :) Happy birthday my dearest cousin. :) Anyways, I don't know what to post. I've been very very very busy lately. Plenty of stuffs happened this week. I haven't finished reading Eclipse! Ugh. :\ But I'm almost done. Chapter 20 na ko. 7 chapters to go. :) I also went to Fully Booked before I met up with Don and Ate Issa. I made a reservation for the fourth book in Twilight Saga which is Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to update my blog. So there. Another lame post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jey Em! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2254833455071104606?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2254833455071104606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2254833455071104606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2254833455071104606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2254833455071104606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/07/yadiyadiya-blahblahblah-ii.html' title='Yadiyadiya Blahblahblah II'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-6201960494029954224</id><published>2008-07-20T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:15:14.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yadiyadiya Blahblahblah</title><content type='html'>So here I go again. I’m just updating. :P Apology for not making this post organized. I’ll just type whatever comes to my mind. Let me do it my way, mmkay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finished reading New Moon and I badly want to read Eclipse but I forgot it at Sherica’s bag when we departed at TriNoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Speaking of TriNoma, it was Ann’s birthday yesterday so she treated us at Timezone. Haha. Thanks Ann! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guess who showed up at TriNoma? Paparuss, sino nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I need to watch movies. Lots of movies. Especially Twilight, even though it’s not out yet. I’m just that excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I’m obsessed with Edward Cullen – the dazzling vampire in Twilight and not the actor himself. Robert Pattinson/Cedric Digory from HP is not that attractive but he’s cute. Another thing, Taylor Lautner, who potrayed Jacob Black and the kid from The Adventures of Shark boy and Lava girl, doesn’t fit his role. Jacob Black in Twilight was around 6 feet tall and kept his long hair in a ponytail. I can’t imagine how Taylor Lautner would look like. But in New Moon, he crops his black hair short. So, I don’t know. I’ll just wait for the movie before I talk non-sense stuffs. :D But wait! I’ve seen some pictures of Taylor Lautner as Jacob Black. It’s not that bad at all. Pero ang pangit talaga eh! Di ko type. Haha. Oh shut up, Cathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Updates on Gossip Girl, anyone? I felt like I haven’t watched the series for ages. Good thing there’s DVD. Sembreak is a good time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Team Edward or Team Jacob? I have no idea. I really really need to read Eclipse for me to choose whose side I’m on. (Adik sa Twilight Saga, eh noh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Oooh, I can’t over about not buying those cute flats in Zara. I’m size 7 but they’ve got size 6 &amp; 8 only. Grrreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I’m currently downloading songs again. I usually do this when I’m here in Bulacan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I’ve got a lot of researches to do. Homeworks, too. Darn. There’s always tomorrow. Haha. I’m such a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The whole week, I was wearing glasses. My contact lenses sort of took a suicide. Haha. :)) Kidding. Nagulat na lang ako nung nakita kong punit. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ano pa? Okay, wala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttfn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-6201960494029954224?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6201960494029954224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=6201960494029954224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6201960494029954224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6201960494029954224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/07/yadiyadiya-blahblahblah.html' title='Yadiyadiya Blahblahblah'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-531460821611752779</id><published>2008-07-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:12:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest addiction: Twilight</title><content type='html'>I finished reading Twilight already. My dad bought me the next books for the Twilight Saga, New Moon and Eclipse. Yey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinilig ako kay Bella and Edward. Sweeeeear. I can't wait for its movie! And if I have time, I'll share my favorite lines in Twilight. Tupang ina, kinikilig talaga ako eh. Sorry ah. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc11/zimona_icons/_tags/zimona_229_edbe01.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This icon's funny. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/76301951/3222108&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some icons I loooooooove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll42/RestlessHeartIcons/Twilight/july5.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k134/bruzinha_10/-%20art%20lover/LJ/-%202/0620-23.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k134/bruzinha_10/-%20art%20lover/LJ/-%202/0620_Q19.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f344/speedywheels/me%20and%20how%20i%20think/twilight%20icons/4e13a031-1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://shameless.forumotion.com/users/a48/87/44/33/avatars/305-50.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj178/twilight_chuchi/Textonly-twilight/01.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh4/fabi_icons/1.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll42/RestlessHeartIcons/Twilight/y.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd179/lkds7/Twilight%20Quotes/mariusgirl10.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll42/RestlessHeartIcons/Twilight/j.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll39/fiddlerific/twilight/2aes5eu.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii47/TdotMillionaire/Quotes/z110522329.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-531460821611752779?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/531460821611752779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=531460821611752779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/531460821611752779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/531460821611752779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='My latest addiction: Twilight'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc11/zimona_icons/_tags/th_zimona_229_edbe01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-7107759879757970483</id><published>2008-07-12T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:55:22.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UST's 2008 Freshmen Walk</title><content type='html'>3:00pm is our dismissal. I went to the Cashier's office then to the Accounting to get my permit for Prelims. I met up with Gaye at the canteen. We ate sundae first before going back to the dorm. Stephen called and asked what time will he be going to our dorm to pick us up. I said 5pm. He invited me and Mamalah to their Freshmen Walk at UST. Supposedly, we're not going but we've changed our mind. Haha. We brought Gaye and Irish with us. We rode the taxi going to UST. We're kinda crowded inside the taxi but that's okay. :)) Mookie and Obar showed up while we were at the Grand Mayor (sabi ni Tp), where the big U-S-T stands. Then we went to the Grand Centennial and sat there. Picture picture. ;) I'll try to post some as soon as I get the pictures from Mamalah's digicam. We ate dinner at McDo Lascon. I treated my Bespren Obar a meal. Lucky him. Haha. After eating, we went back to UST and headed to the Grandstand. Rivermaya was on stage. I saw lots of HSAians. Well, not really. I saw the oh-so-handsome Jan Michael, Jerrimae, Leah, Marga, Airah, Michelle, Paolo and Regner. Konti pa lang yan. Annex ng HSAM ang UST eh. Diba? Haha! It was already 9pm and we're still there having some fun and singing along with Rivermaya. I promised Gaye that we'll be back at our dorm before 8pm. Hehe. It was okay for her coz she was also enjoying. :P But we left UST right after Rivermaya played. We rode the taxi again back to our dorm. I still made my homework in Math and studied for our History test tomorrow. I also tried to finish reading Twilight but my eyes aren't cooperating. Haha. So I slept after studying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed tonight. I'm hoping to see Stephen.. and Macon again. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-7107759879757970483?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7107759879757970483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=7107759879757970483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7107759879757970483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7107759879757970483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/07/usts-2008-freshmen-walk.html' title='UST&apos;s 2008 Freshmen Walk'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3760286911236781897</id><published>2008-07-09T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:13:20.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lovin' it :)</title><content type='html'>I love it when they talk about me. ;) They think they know him better than I do. Well, here's the truth: I know what he's up to. I didn't gave any approval or something on his not-so-good intentions. I understand, I just don't care. :P Everybody needs attention and he really needs plenty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperado eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3760286911236781897?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3760286911236781897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3760286911236781897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3760286911236781897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3760286911236781897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-lovin-it.html' title='I&apos;m lovin&apos; it :)'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-4478539475964440197</id><published>2008-07-07T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:12:19.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully Booked, thankyouverymuch!</title><content type='html'>Me and my friends ate lunch at McDo then after that, Ernest and I went to Gateway. He's meeting up with his high school friends and me with my sister. We'll buy tickets together for the game tomorrow at the Big Dome. What the heck, I won't watch the game coz I've got plenty of stuffs to do. :( She'll be watching with her friends instead. But there's this one thing that cheered me up. Heehee. After months of hunting, I was able to buy Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. (Hunting talaga, eh noh. Haha.) Fully Booked, thankyouveryveryverymuch! They've got New Moon, Eclipse and The Host (Meyer's recent book) there, too. I wanted to buy New Moon and Eclipse but I should finish reading Twiliight first before its movie comes out in December. Besides, I didn't have enough money to buy 3 books and I'm still reading Naughtly Little Secrets. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I wasn't able to say goodbye to Mamalah and Gaye. :( I miss them already. Haha! I enjoyed our Hand Washing Night the other night. It was my second time to hand wash my undies. :)) I only do that once in a blue moon. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-4478539475964440197?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4478539475964440197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=4478539475964440197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4478539475964440197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4478539475964440197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/07/fully-booked-thanyouverymuch.html' title='Fully Booked, thankyouverymuch!'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-7471353076213451172</id><published>2008-07-03T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:49:37.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S :))</title><content type='html'>Oh, well. Its Pio Carlo's birthday today. Happy birthday Pio! :) Its also Wednesday so we only have classes 'til noon. I enjoyed Psych class today. Sir Vince said, "If you want to be happy, eat bananas." According to him, bananas are good source of serotonin. If you lack serotonin, it might lead to insomnia or depression. Haha. Great, I'm ranting. I just want to share that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ate Issa invited me to watch the LaSalle vs. Ateneo ball game on Sunday. I said I'll go with her. Oh I hope there won't be that much school works to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-7471353076213451172?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7471353076213451172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=7471353076213451172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7471353076213451172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7471353076213451172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-pio.html' title='Eat bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S :))'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-5322890649612679490</id><published>2008-06-29T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:59:46.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me update you</title><content type='html'>Updates! Updates! Read all about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still awake 'til midnight waiting for the 25th.. waiting for something to happen.&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm not going cause I've been waiting for a miracle and I'm not leaving.. I won't let you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miracle!&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;i&gt;Paramore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfday lang kami on Wednesdays. So after the TUA Chorale audition at the Patio Trinidad, we went to Gateway except for Ann. Aura and Ernest walked all the way to SM Cubao to photocopy some pages from She's book while the four of us bought a pair of flip flops from Bench. Its our gift for Papa Ernest's birthday. :) We picked out a size 8 not knowing that he's only size 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that today's just a day - an ordinary day. He made it ordinary. F*ck him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Papa E's birthday today! We gave him our gift and Aura bought a cake at Red Ribbon for Papa E. We ate our lunch and had a simple celebration at Slice N Dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is an unforgettable one. Gaye and I went to Katipunan. Take note: Just the two of us. It was past 8 in the evening when we left Cathedral Heights. We went to Gateway then rode the LRT. It wasn't my first time to take the LRT but it was my first time to go to Katipunan by myself. Well, I was with Gaye but I'm the one in charge on how we're going to get there safe. Thank God nothing bad or weird happened. We just stayed, ate our dinner and waited for Ate Issa at McDo. Supposedly, Gaye and I will watch a cheer rally at Ateneo coz my ate invited me but it was only until 6pm. Finally, after almost two hours of waiting, my sister came and she's with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. My mom called and she was freaking worried about me. Since it was already 9:30pm and I'm still out, its natural for my mom to worry. She scolded me a little. Heehee. ;) Anyways, we arrived at our dorm at around 11pm. Shocks. Late na noh? May naghatid naman sa aming tatlo ni Ate Issa at Gaye eh. (Thank you, Kuya **.) I asked Kuya Amor and Ate Sonia if my sister could stay in my room just for one night. They say it was okay. So there. It was quite an adventure for me. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 28&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I have Saturday classes. :| I'm supposed to watch Kung Fu Panda with my friends but my mom said that she'll pick me up at my dorm. We're going to fetch my dad at the airport. I felt bitter when I found out that my mom told my dad not to buy me a Kipling bag in Singapore. Kipling bags in Singapore are cheaper than those that are sold here. I really really really wanted to have another Kipling bag even though I already have one. Haha. Di nakuntento? :)) But it was okay, I got a new watch instead and.. we watched Wanted! Enthralling indeed. I'm gonna include this movie in my favorites. I liked the flow of the story and it is diverse from other action and thriller movies. I won't be a spoiler so you better watch it or miss half of your life. (Uuuuy, exagge na ko masyado. Hahaha.)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sloan:&lt;/b&gt; Let your instincts guide you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wesley:&lt;/b&gt; What the fuck have you done lately?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Next movie to watch: Eagle Eye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply: I uploaded pictures! Check it out again. (&lt;a href=http://ca3naa.multiply.com&gt;http://ca3naa.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;) Contacts only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-5322890649612679490?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5322890649612679490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=5322890649612679490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5322890649612679490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5322890649612679490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-me-update-you.html' title='Let me update you'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-7249698389277115794</id><published>2008-06-22T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:25:37.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auld lang syne</title><content type='html'>Is it really necessary for a BSN student to study Philippine history? Please give me 1 billion good reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn about the past, its over and gone. My life isn't there. &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-7249698389277115794?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7249698389277115794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=7249698389277115794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7249698389277115794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7249698389277115794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/06/auld-lang-syne.html' title='Auld lang syne'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8818459555572491123</id><published>2008-06-15T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:29:40.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It pays to be friendly</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Gaye Bulanadi&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;dorm mate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the gayest Gaye ever. Haha. She's fun to be with and kinda looks like Ethel Booba or Ruffa Mae. :)) She calls me Cuthrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call him Yellowbell. I don't know if he's gay but I think he is. Haha. Idk. I'll try to know more about him. We eat dinner together at Becky's Canteen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sherica Ann Torres&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;blockmate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call her She. She's my first friend from 1NU02. She's petite. We have the same phone, W580i. She's from Nueva Ecija and her condo is just across Trinity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anne Rae Lim&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;blockmate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be called Shobe. She's the youngest in her family that's why they call her with that nickname. She's from Bulacan too. :) She graduated from St. Paul in Bocaue. Pinsan niya si Coleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coleen Papa&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;blockmate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool surname dba? :) She calls me Cat. Haha. She came all the way from Cotabato. Pinsan niya si Shobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aura Tabios&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;blockmate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pronounce her name as ORA but its supposed to be AWRA. Got that? Idk, I just feel like pronouncing her name differently. :D She's from Aklan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mary Ann Escasa&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;blockmate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's very &lt;i&gt;kalog&lt;/i&gt;. Her family is at United Arab of Emirates but she's staying at Welcom with her tita. Studying college at UAE is very expensive that's why her parents sent her here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ernest&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;blockmate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot his surname. Haha. He's petite, chubby and the only guy in my circle of friends. He sings oh so well. He can change his voice and sound like a girl. Grool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooove making new friends! :) It really pays to be friendly. Sorry for making a lame post. I just want to. I'll edit it if I have time. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SFU2SS2WmDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tC5aDzzes_E/s1600-h/paa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SFU2SS2WmDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tC5aDzzes_E/s320/paa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212131831676573746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar ni Mamalah sa YM. Its my foot. :)) Haha! Share ko lang.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8818459555572491123?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8818459555572491123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8818459555572491123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8818459555572491123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8818459555572491123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-pays-to-be-friendly.html' title='It pays to be friendly'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SFU2SS2WmDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tC5aDzzes_E/s72-c/paa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8977101594607243942</id><published>2008-06-09T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:36:42.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>This is not goodbye</title><content type='html'>Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. I've been receiving group messages from my batchmates and they're being so melodramtic about leaving Bulacan. &lt;i&gt;"Goodbye Bulacan!"&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"Last day ko na sa Bulacan ngayon. Huhu."&lt;/i&gt; Some may stay in Manila for good but I bet they can still visit Bulacan, right? So its definitely not goodbye. Psh. Uuwi din naman kayo, I mean tayo, every weekends eh. Perhaps there are some who'd never want to come back to Bulacan AGAIN. Haha. :)) We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 08 is definitely over. Back to s&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;c&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;h&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ool&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one-week hiatus before my next post. I'll try to update as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttfn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8977101594607243942?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8977101594607243942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8977101594607243942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8977101594607243942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8977101594607243942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-not-goodbye-duh.html' title='This is not goodbye'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1757623602910507753</id><published>2008-06-08T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:34:46.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><title type='text'>He's the star in my psychodrama</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There are things that you don't want to think of but you can't even forget it. There are things that you don't want to continue but you are afraid to end it. It's just like you don't want to expect anything, but you're still willing to wait.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Its another quote from Kuya Pat. He never fails to send me quotes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote, well, I can relate to it. It just perfectly describes what I'm feeling towards him. I just have to wait and eventually he'll change. I wish. He's just a psycho, that's all. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1757623602910507753?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1757623602910507753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=1757623602910507753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1757623602910507753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1757623602910507753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-star-in-my-psychodrama.html' title='He&apos;s the star in my psychodrama'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-5604410737961333668</id><published>2008-06-07T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:11:23.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>She's back</title><content type='html'>June 5. I just can't wait for this day to come. Ate Issa will be coming back. I so miss her. Her plane will be landing at 10 pm and still, we're still in Glorietta watching The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reepicheep:&lt;/b&gt; We were expecting someone taller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trumpkin:&lt;/b&gt; You're one to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reepicheep:&lt;/b&gt; Is that supposed to be irony? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucy Pevensie:&lt;/b&gt; I wish you would all stop trying to sound like grown-ups! I didn't think I saw him, I did see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trumpkin:&lt;/b&gt; I... *am* a grown-up.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prince Caspian:&lt;/b&gt; I wish we could have had more time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Susan Pevensie:&lt;/b&gt; We never would have worked, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prince Caspian:&lt;/b&gt; Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Susan Pevensie:&lt;/b&gt; Well, I am 1300 years older than you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs30/300W/i/2008/155/7/6/Wallpaper__Skandar_Keynes_by_STRaNGeyellowPATTERN.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skandar Keynes as Edmund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i31.tinypic.com/986cg9.jpg height=210&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Moseley as Peter&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're both cute but I like Skandar more. He kinda looks like Marco. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we left Glorietta at around 10:30pm because the movie ended past 10 already. Haha. Ate Issa called me telling that the plane just landed. I told her that we're on our way to the airport. And there, we waited for almost an hour then after that I finally saw her after a month of being away. We hastily brought her to St. Luke's coz she has allergies. I don't know what happened but I felt bad for her, her skin and her image. It seems like she has a chicken pox! Haha. :)) Worse, the enrollment for Ateneo will be the following day. Good thing my mom is willing to enroll her instead. Hehe. So we got home in the wee hours in the morning, around 3am. I was so freaking tired. My knees hurt. My back was aching. But who cares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I was tagged by Dean. So here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tag 7 people before answering this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not peek at the questions below or even try to remember it while reading.&lt;br /&gt;3. Replace the 20 random friends of the one who tagged you with your own 20 random friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't create a particular order, it will make the game boring.&lt;br /&gt;5. Answer the questions below after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 random names:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mamalah&lt;br /&gt;2. Ate Issa&lt;br /&gt;3. Liezel&lt;br /&gt;4. Paparuss&lt;br /&gt;5. Andrea&lt;br /&gt;6. Erin&lt;br /&gt;7. Jao&lt;br /&gt;8. Crissy&lt;br /&gt;9. Granny&lt;br /&gt;10. Stephen&lt;br /&gt;11. Macon&lt;br /&gt;12. Obar&lt;br /&gt;13. Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;14. Regner&lt;br /&gt;15. Josef&lt;br /&gt;16. Leah&lt;br /&gt;17. Pio&lt;br /&gt;18. Peter&lt;br /&gt;19. Xavier&lt;br /&gt;20. Dj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. What if #7 told you he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;Jao's my step-cousin. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What if #15 and #17 dated?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What if di mo nakilala si #19?&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What if nagsuntukan/nagsampalan kayo ni #16?&lt;br /&gt;Waa. Di ko kaya gawin kay Leah yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What if #1 is a lost sibling?&lt;br /&gt;Suuuure. Ayos na ayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you like about #4?&lt;br /&gt;He's so kind, understanding and galante! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you hate about #10?&lt;br /&gt;Hate that I love him. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the most memorable moment you had with #12?&lt;br /&gt;We've been classmates and bestfriends for two years. That's memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What things do you have in common with #5?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, lots of stuffs. We share the same ideas about boys and clothes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the worst thing #20 did to you?&lt;br /&gt;He actually doesn't do anything. That's what's worst. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you love #2?&lt;br /&gt;Oo naman! She's my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you die for #6?&lt;br /&gt;Shit, Erin? Haha. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you kill # 15 for a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you marry #14?&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Regner is my "son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you trade places with #3?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What present would you give to #18 on Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Maxxi Peel. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you envy about #8?&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that she's whiter than me, wala naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What would you do if #17 became a homosexual?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What would you do if #13 and #11 fought?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, idk. I'll try to fix things between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Describe #11.&lt;br /&gt;Chinita, very pretty, kind and a true friend. I miss Ate Macon. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If there would be a #21, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Si Icae. Bigla xang nag-PM sakin eh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is #10's catch phrase?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you think you and #3 could date?&lt;br /&gt;We already had a date. As friends of course. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Did you ever dream of #18?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging everyone who reads this. Haha. Feel free to post it in your blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-5604410737961333668?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5604410737961333668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=5604410737961333668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5604410737961333668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5604410737961333668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/06/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s back'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/986cg9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2312478085707957374</id><published>2008-06-04T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:08:10.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>In a state of complete boredom</title><content type='html'>I just had a date with Mr. Boredom yesterday. He makes me do things I never thought of doing. The last time was when he made me read a book for just 2 days. And this time, he made me use my creativity while I satisfy my hunger. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by me&lt;br /&gt;Models: Skittles and my Rubix cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SEUqA3gtyaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhWTA3zVv5c/s1600-h/SNV36602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SEUqA3gtyaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhWTA3zVv5c/s320/SNV36602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207614738513381794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SEUqBHgtybI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yux8Svxlpjs/s1600-h/SNV36639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SEUqBHgtybI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yux8Svxlpjs/s320/SNV36639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207614742808349106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SEUr5HgtydI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GD8uXB7JBlE/s1600-h/SNV36642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SEUr5HgtydI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GD8uXB7JBlE/s320/SNV36642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207616804392651218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SEUr5ngtyeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LcTbsKS8Dqo/s1600-h/SNV36611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SEUr5ngtyeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LcTbsKS8Dqo/s320/SNV36611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207616812982585826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;My initials, CJ. Catrina Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i31.tinypic.com/28k64ug.gif width=80 height=100&gt;&lt;br&gt;C-A-T-H-Y&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2312478085707957374?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2312478085707957374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2312478085707957374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2312478085707957374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2312478085707957374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-had-date-with-mr.html' title='In a state of complete boredom'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SEUqA3gtyaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhWTA3zVv5c/s72-c/SNV36602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-5193367780874083019</id><published>2008-06-02T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:15:20.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Just like I told you, you must learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;WARNING&lt;/u&gt;: Long post ahead. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone is jam-packed with quotes so I decided to post it here so I can already delete it from my phone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These quotes make sense. Learn from it, mmkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Ann Sy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its sad that in my life I was forced to say goodbye to the person I love and care about the most. For there are reason I'm powerless to explain. Because no matter how much I try to save the good old times and salvage the little feelings I have left, all ends just refuse to meet. And the only thing to do is to break away and let go to show him just how much pain I'm willing to take to make him damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from ChaCha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's not the break up that hurts most, it's the post-trauma that follows it. It's the little things that you know wouldn't have meaning anymore. It's waking up and checking up your cellphone for the message that isn't there. It's like starting your life over again but you have no idea where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Be close with someone who makes you happy but be more close with someone who can't be happy without you. Feel the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once you lied, there's already a rule on the mind of the person whom you lied to. That is to never believe how believable your words are even if they're not lies anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Crystal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its easy to answer the questions: "Are you happy being with me?", "Am I important to you?" and "Do you love me?" But the hardest question is, "Until when?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Dana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you know what happens when you hurt people? They may begin to love you less and begin to forget that they loved you once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you cheat, do it on paper - not on your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from David Vinta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wanna see hell in the most beautiful way? Fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Don&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Would you prefer to tell a lie than to tell the truth? Would you prefer to pretend than to actually act what you really feel? Would you prefer to leave the one you love without telling what you really feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Dudung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you really love someone it seems eternal.. When someone depend on you for their existence and you depend on them.. It never occurs to you that it won't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Ej&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of the greatest things in life is to have someone who embraces your faults and weaknesses but still willing to give you so much love without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A successful relationship requires falling in love many, many, many times with the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Jan Marie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Promises mean everything. But once they're broken, sorry means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Josef&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; True love doesn't have happy endings. True love doesn't have an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Leah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your college friends now who you are but your high school friends know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Liezl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Acknowledging your feelings and sharing it unconditionally is love. Fighting for what would really make you happy is courage. Letting go of what you once had if it already belongs to another is respect. Knowing what to do is wisdom. But doing what it dictates is a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Kuya Pat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A true definition of a music lover: If a man hears a woman singing in a bathroom, he'll make a hole and put his ear on instead of his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its really painful to say goodbye to someone you don't wanna let go. But its more painful to ask the person to stay but you can't make it work the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two of the hardest tests in life: The patience to wait for the right moment and  the courage to accept whatever you encounter&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; In the so-called love, waiting is the sweetest stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just when everything is falling apart.. Look again. Maybe, just maybe, things are actually falling into their rightful places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is a behavior not a feeling. It's the way somebody treats you everyday.. all the time. Not just when the feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Somewhere between heartaches and waiting comes another chance to be found by someone who can show you that you don't deserve to be just an option but the only choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In life, we search for answers because we want to prove to ourselves that we had made the right decisions. But the truth is, we can't search for what's no there. Things happen because it's meant to happen. That's why we forgive people even if they hurt us, we love people who don't love us, and we smile after every painful breaks of our hearts. At the end of the day, the lessons you'll get are the answers you were searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Time is the most playful element because it lengthens the minutes when you wait and rushes the hours when you enjoy the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You must not compare yourself to anyone except from the previous you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are things in the world that can never be ours just because of this simple truths: 1) Its bad for us. 2) It already belongs to someone else. 3) We already lost the chance to claim them as our own. 4) It just isn't meant to be ours. So if you're obsessed with wanting something you clearly can't have, hopefully in the end, you'll realize that its not something that you really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes you just need to be with the person who makes you smile even if that means waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; People always think that the most painful thing in life is losing the one you value. The truth is, the most painful things is losing yourself in the process of valuing someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "We always have a choice, as what others say. But the problem is that you may have the ability of choosing yet not the capacity to stand firmly with what you have chosen." -Nicholas Sparks, The Guardian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Forget about all the reasons why something may not work. You only need to find one good reason why it will." -Raiaj Colet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life is not about searching for the things that could be found. It's about letting the unexpected happen and finding things you never searched for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's a reality: You can't forget a person you love so much no matter how much you try to do it. It's impossible unless you learn to love somebody else.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Things in life move with twists and turns. And they happen with valid reasons. So if you doubt why something happens to you, stick to this: We can never learn to be brave and strong if the only thing in this world is joy. You always have people around you so you don't have to fight alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Peter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok lang masaktan at umiyak. Ok lang magselos at magtampo. Ok lang manahimik kahit alam mong tama ka. Babae ka eh at nagmamahal ka. Pero wag nyang sasabihing lalaki siya para saktan at paluhain ka. Sabi nga ng matatanda, "Ang babae ay parang bulaklak. Wag mong pipitasin kung sisirain mo rin lang." Onga naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Pio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Pakawalan mo yung mga bagay na nakakasakit sayo kahit na pinasasaya ka nito. Wag mong hintayin yung araw na sakit na lang ang nararamdaman mo at iniwan ka na ng kasiyahan mo." -Bob Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't find love. Let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love. Because you don't force yourself to fall. You just fall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Everything changes but I don't believe in that. Some things just stay the same. Your favorite color when you were just a kid might still be the same when you reach 50. Friends you had when you were a teenager can still be with you until your 70th birthday. And maybe, just maybe, the love that you had lost in your entire life will still be the one you ever wanted until the day you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Parang elevator lang yan eh. Bakit mo pagsisiksikan yung sarili mo kung wala ng pwesto para sayo? Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin." -Bob Ong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; For once, I wanna be the reason why she cuts her hair because I told her so. I wanna be the reason why she eats something just because its my favorite food, the reason why she buys a shirt just because I have the same color, the reason why she falls asleep while holding her phone at night, the reason why she loves something she used to hate just because I love it, and the reason why she smiles and laughs. Lastly, I wanna be the "because" of her every "why's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Piglet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We keep on sticking to what we like. That's why we never notice those who like us. Sometimes, we're dying for someone who doesn't care while somebody is already dead trying to please us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes you just have to lower you expectations to avoid unnecessary disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Ralden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Kaya siguro namigay ng konsensya ang Diyos dahil alam niyang hindi sa laha ng oras ay gumagana ang utak ng tao." -Bob Ong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Kuya Renz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The brain of shit people has two sides: The left side where there is nothing right and the right side where there is nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Rina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Moments we waste in anger and worries are actually moments of happiness we steal from ourselves. May our hours be filled with happy thoughts and laughter. No wasted moments at all. Life is short. Enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Theresa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes those who promise to stay here with us are the one who actually find it easy to leave us. Same is true with people who say they genuinely love us but they are constantly ignoring and taking us for granted. How sweet.. their lies are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from Tormo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Most often than not, relationship sucks. It could crash you. It might even kill you. So, would you go for Schofield's advice: "Stay free. Stay out. Stay alive." or you'll go for Dr. House's words of wisdom: "If I do this surgery, you might die. But don't you thing, being normal is worth the risk?" - I'll go for Dr. House's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-5193367780874083019?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5193367780874083019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=5193367780874083019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5193367780874083019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5193367780874083019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Just like I told you, you must learn'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-9168655573365287924</id><published>2008-05-31T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:47:23.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>Chris Brown's Forever</title><content type='html'>OMG. I just can't stop listening to this song over and over again. I loooooove this song especially the beat and lyrics. And the video, too! :) Limewire, thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown is forever THE man of the dancefloor. Uuuy aminin, napapaindak ka noh? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="290" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eq3yHE4MVig&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eq3yHE4MVig&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="290" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Its like I waited my whole life&lt;br /&gt;For this one night&lt;br /&gt;Its gon be me you and the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we only got one night&lt;br /&gt;Double your pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Double you fun&lt;br /&gt;And dance forever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever (forever)&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever on the dance floor&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Hey, if you're interested about my Cebu trip, just check out my Multiply account. (&lt;a href=http://ca3naa.multiply.com&gt;http://ca3naa.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;) I just finished uploading pics there. Btw, it's for contacts only. :) Just add me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-9168655573365287924?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/9168655573365287924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=9168655573365287924&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/9168655573365287924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/9168655573365287924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Chris Brown&apos;s Forever'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-218284142443376612</id><published>2008-05-26T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:24:34.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Shun idleness</title><content type='html'>I don't like getting idle and bored. On the other hand, I have to fix my stuffs for our trip to Cebu tomorrow but I'm not in the mood. I'm such a procrastinator. Haha. So if you're bored like me, you might as well answer this survey and fix things later. Haha! Katulad na lang nung iba dyan, akala nya ganun ganun lang yun. The word "sorry" nowadays is very easy to say. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weh 2 nMn. Sori na," Try to fix yourself first, kiddo. :P You know I love you but I'm starting to hate you. Too much na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this one's fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES OF THIS GAME:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Young Folks by Peter, Bjorn and John&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Guardian Angel by RJA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I will never let you fall.. I'll stand up with you forever.. I'll be there through it all.. Even if saving you sends me to Heaven.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-See, may guardian angel ako so probably I'll get far in life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Me You, I'm Yours by Jim Noir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your best friend’s theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reach For Me by Kristy Hawkshaw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Reach for me.. Don't wanna wait another day without you.. Take me to higher ground.. We'll be safe and sound.. Come on, reach for me.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Best friend nga talaga. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Found A Reason by Cat Power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh I do believe.. In all the things you say.. What comes is better than what came before.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;He&lt;/b&gt; is the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was primary school like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Realize by Colbie Caillat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Around Me by Flyleaf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My hands are searching for you.. My arms are outstretched towards you.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I guess by stretching out my hand, literally. :)) Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Killa by Cherish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Self-explanatory. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is in store in this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor by The Arctic Monkeys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait by Get Set Go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Wait, wait til the signs are right.. Wait til the perfect time.. And you will wait too long he will be gone, he will be gone.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Weh, di nga. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soulja Girl by Soulja Boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Soulja Boy Tell 'em. (Yeeeah) Right Now It's Going Down. (Yeeah) Looking For That Soulja Girl. (Oh Yeeeah) Aye Aye Aye Aye (Damn)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Right now, it's going down? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Better That We Break by Maroon5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's harder everyday.. Maybe we're better off this way.. It's better that we break.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ayos lang. Goodbye Earth.. Just kiddin'. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Wanna Be Sedated by Ramones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated.. Just get me to the airport put me on a plane.. Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lost by Michael Buble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So babe you're not lost.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hell no. I ain't lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Distraction by Angels and Airwaves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'll be your distraction.. I'll be, I'll be yours.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How can you make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tears and Rain by James Blunt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I guess it's time I run far, far away.. Find comfort in pain.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Not Alone by Saosin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're not alone.. There's more to this I know.. You can make it out.. You will live to tell.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Okay, magkakaanak kami. 2 lang pwede na. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-218284142443376612?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/218284142443376612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=218284142443376612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/218284142443376612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/218284142443376612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/shun-idleness.html' title='Shun idleness'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-204912701785609036</id><published>2008-05-25T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:32:55.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Cinematically speaking</title><content type='html'>Well yeah, I just watched Indiana Jones with Mamalah, Paparuss and a friend. I didn't enjoy the movie. Especially the alien propaganda whatsoever. :)) It's not a great film but I find it entertaining coz Shia is there. Haha! I'm looking forward for his next film, Eagle Eye. It'll be showing sometime between September and October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movies to watch: Prince Caspian, Kung Fu Panda (Prepare for awesomeness. I want to watch the IMAX version) and Wanted. Coming soon this June. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-204912701785609036?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/204912701785609036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=204912701785609036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/204912701785609036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/204912701785609036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-i-go-again-talking-cinematic.html' title='Cinematically speaking'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1710138095884073149</id><published>2008-05-23T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:23:41.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>Hooray for Mr. David Roland Cook :)</title><content type='html'>From my previous post, I said, "My dad and I got this feeling that the kid, David Archuleta, will win. " Scratch that. Maling akala. Haha. :)) David Cook is the Idol for this season. I actually didn't do some crossing of fingers and t's. Kahit sino sa kanila manalo, no biggie. Pareho namang David eh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to watch the finale in the morning coz I'm at work so I just waited for the replay at 6pm. They replayed it twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs30/300W/f/2008/142/3/8/David___Sugarfoot___Cook_by_MistressWinter.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fall Back Into Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;David Cook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;marquee direction=up height=100 scrollamount=1&gt;We've been here before&lt;br /&gt;We'll be here again so go on and rest your head&lt;br /&gt;Before you lose it again&lt;br /&gt;We're leaning on each other&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I can pretend&lt;br /&gt;That we didn't lose it all again&lt;br /&gt;It could have been different&lt;br /&gt;It could have all been the same&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm standing at your front door, singing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's the same&lt;br /&gt;And nothing ever changes&lt;br /&gt;Will you fall back into me, oh&lt;br /&gt;You see, everything's estranged&lt;br /&gt;A million empty faces&lt;br /&gt;So will you fall back into me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations&lt;br /&gt;You left me a little jaded and rejected&lt;br /&gt;And so I lost it again&lt;br /&gt;You chew me up, you throw away&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to pretend&lt;br /&gt;That we didn't lose it all again&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's never different&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm bloodied by my fist, clenched, swinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's the same&lt;br /&gt;And nothing ever changes&lt;br /&gt;Will you fall back into me, oh&lt;br /&gt;You see, everything's estranged&lt;br /&gt;A million empty faces&lt;br /&gt;So will you fall back into me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a name across your lips&lt;br /&gt;It's time to spin me out&lt;br /&gt;I play the game when my heart rips&lt;br /&gt;It's time to hear out&lt;br /&gt;(Never do without)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's the same&lt;br /&gt;And nothing ever changes&lt;br /&gt;Will you fall back into me&lt;br /&gt;See, everything's estranged&lt;br /&gt;A million empty faces&lt;br /&gt;So will you fall back into me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will you fall&lt;br /&gt;We'll be here again&lt;br /&gt;So go on and rest your head&lt;br /&gt;Before you lose it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaning on each other&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I can pretend&lt;br /&gt;That we didn't lose it all again, all again&lt;br /&gt;Lose it all again&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1710138095884073149?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/1710138095884073149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=1710138095884073149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1710138095884073149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1710138095884073149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/hooray-for-mr-david-roland-cook.html' title='Hooray for Mr. David Roland Cook :)'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3316125202780543848</id><published>2008-05-22T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:18:55.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>David vs. David</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just watched American Idol kanina. Both Davids were great. :) My dad and I got this feeling that the kid, David Archuleta, will win. Idk. &lt;b&gt;Round 1, 2 and 3 goes to David Archuleta.&lt;/b&gt; For me, they're both winners already. Ohah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was online. As usual. Theresa and Randolph's status message was about David Cook. Mine was, "DAVID A. :D" Then Darwin logged in and sent a group message. I replied and we chatted a little.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; COOK pa din tau.  Gm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy Arellano:&lt;/b&gt; cook nga, pero feel q mananalo si archuleta. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; dami fans ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy Arellano:&lt;/b&gt; david cook will always be my baby. B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; w0w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy Arellano:&lt;/b&gt; :-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; coz ull olweys be a part of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy Arellano:&lt;/b&gt; yes, we'll linger on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy Arellano:&lt;/b&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; astig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy Arellano:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; pero COOK pa din&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darwin Medina:&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;Haha. :D Btw, tomorrow will be the première of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. I badly want to watch it just because Shia LaBeouf will be starring in that movie. Hehe. Me, Mamalah, Paparuss and toot will be watching it this coming Saturday. I hope it won't rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttfn! Good night. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3316125202780543848?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3316125202780543848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3316125202780543848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3316125202780543848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3316125202780543848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-vs-david.html' title='David vs. David'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-6985602946489296617</id><published>2008-05-21T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:14:44.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Peeyuh</title><content type='html'>Game Rules :&lt;br /&gt;A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. Tag 8 people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;B. These 8 people must state who they were tagged by. You cannot tag the person who tagged you. Continue this game by sending this to 8 other people. People who are tagged will be blessed and their wishes will come true in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'll be having this feeling of vengeance. Err. But I won't waste my time making "papansin" to him. It'll be his loss, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Syempre sasabihin ko sa kanya. We can be good friends though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dati gusto ko somewhere near the beach. Ewan ko lang ngayon. Sabi ko sa kanya hindi ako mag-aasawa eh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The one who can't be happy without having me in his life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No. Why waste my time? Dami dyan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Attached to whom? Me or somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meron, araw-araw nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.What do you want most in life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To have a good career and earn lots of money. Kaching. $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think so. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'd be so angry. Landi ah. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Who is currently the most important person to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Geesh, people. There's lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What is happiness for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hmm.. Having the freedom, health and opportunity to do great things for myself and others. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Married and rich. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. If the person you secretly like cannot recognize you, what would you do/how would you react?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bahala nga siya. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is it too much to ask for two? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. What type of friends do you like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Those who I can tell everything about me even if its embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. If you played a prank on someone, and he/she fell for the trick, what would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Laugh out loud, I guess. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutreenuh is tagging: Christine, Hennie, Jo Anne, Julie, Maia, Mao, Neon and Paw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-6985602946489296617?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6985602946489296617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=6985602946489296617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6985602946489296617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6985602946489296617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-by-peeyuh.html' title='Tagged by Peeyuh'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8141631405210015335</id><published>2008-05-20T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:28:14.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TUA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>Orientation @ TUA</title><content type='html'>The university orientation of TUA is today. Weeks before the said orientation I keep telling to myself and my mom, it will be on May 19 at exactly 9am. May 19. 9am. May 19. 9am. May 19. Okay, enough na. ;) I told my dad that he should come with us too. I didn't go to work because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us woke up early. Sabi ko kasi kay papa na dapat maaga kami dun. Mga 8am pwede na. Haha. We were on our way going to Trinity when I texted Mamalah. I asked her if they're on their way too. And she said that she just woke up and that the orientation will be at 1pm pa. WTF. Natahimik ako nung nabasa ko yung text niya. I re-checked the invitation last night. Yung requirements lang tiningnan ko - certificate of reservation, a pen and 1x1 pic. Grabe, 1pm pa pala! Then I just realized that the 9am orientation I kept telling to myself will be for the Nursing students. Eh sa June 11 pa yun. Gaaah. Nahihiya akong sabihin sa papa ko kasi siya yung nagdadrive. But there's no choice left. Baka lalong magalit yun pag nasa school proper na kami tapos malaman niya na 1pm pa pala. So I told them. Good thing they just laughed at me. Masyado daw akong excited. :D Ngumiti na lang ako. Buti hindi nagalit si Pudra. Sabi nya punta na lang daw kami ni mama sa Glorietta while he'll visit his office because its just near Glorietta. Uh hello, Glorietta opens at 10am. My mom and I just stayed at McDo and had an early lunch. Very early lunch. :)) I spilled a little ketchup on my shirt. (Clumsy me. Clumsy Cathy. "Clumsy coz I'm falling inlove.." Haha. Oo na.) So I bought a new shirt at Solo. Hehe. My dad called at around 11:30pm and he said that he's on his way to fetch us. While waiting for him, I asked my mom if she wanted to eat ice cream. We bought one at FIC (Fruits in Ice Cream) and another one at BTIC (Better than Ice Cream). Hey, frozen yogurt is a healthier choice than ice cream. But like who cares? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the main story, we were on our way to Trinity. For real na talaga. Hehe. Kami pinakauna dun. The Mandell Auditorium was still close when we got there. The orientation started late. I saved seats for Mamalah and Tita Florence. Now, for the sake of not getting bored, I will not tell anything regarding the orientation. Baka humaba na 'tong post ko. (Pero alam kong may nag-eenjoy na basahin 'to lagi. Diba? Hi, stalker.) Haha. After the orientation, we went to the school's bookstore to buy books. Duh? And my PE uniform. XXS for my PE shirt and M for my jogging pants. Pero nung sinukat ko, malaki pa din sakin. Gara. Then, we were supposed to go to Trinoma to buy my dorm stuffs but Pudra wanted to go home early. Okay lang sakin, pagod na din naman ako nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Kuya Joseph told me that somebody called and was looking for me. It was Ate Jodie from SM North Sony Ericsson. I immediately called back and asked for any updates regarding my W580i na nasira. Huhuhuhuhu. She said that it'll be brought to Makati and they would fix it there for 3 effing weeks. I'm missing my Globe phone. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ate Issa. I miss Crissy. I miss Andrea. I miss Timpi. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8141631405210015335?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8141631405210015335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8141631405210015335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8141631405210015335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8141631405210015335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/orientation-tua.html' title='Orientation @ TUA'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3220601829862930040</id><published>2008-05-19T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:49:14.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>Unica hija Catrina</title><content type='html'>I'm in soltitude right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really. I'm with my mom and dad. Just the three of us. I'm the only daughter (left) in this house. Ate Issa is in New Orleans and my youngest sister Crissy with 3 of my cousins are in the ship right now, on their way to Iloilo - my mom's hometown. Di ko alam kung sa Iloilo or Roxas City eh. Ah basta. :P Hehe. They're having their vacation far away from home. But me? What a bummer. :| I'm supposed to be with Crissy but because the orientation in Trinity will be tomorrow, I can't go. Crissy just left early this morning. Dati, sabi ng parents ko sumunod na lang daw ako pero binawi din nila. Huhu. Paasa sila! Hehe. But its okay coz they told me that we'll be going to Cebu on the 26th. We'll stay there for three days and two nights only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did the three of us did today? In the morning, dad was watching TV. My mom and I watched GG. Then we attended mass. After that, I told my dad that I wanted to eat dinner outside. I suggested Paboritos or Guilbert's. Pero dinala niya kami ni mama dun sa may tapat ng URC. Hindi ko alam yung name nung kainan pero what's unique about the place is that there's no spoon and fork. I asked kuya for spoon and fork but he said, "Kamayan po 'to eh." People eat using their hands. I mean literally. Kailangan mag-kamay. There's a washing area though, so there's nothing to worry about. Tapos ihaw-ihaw pa. Sabi ko sa kanila na hindi ako mabubusog dun but I guess I got that wrong. Enjoy naman pala. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang. Bonding with parents. ;) Solo ko sila. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3220601829862930040?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3220601829862930040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3220601829862930040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3220601829862930040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3220601829862930040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/unica-hija-catrina.html' title='Unica hija Catrina'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2888477175595518423</id><published>2008-05-18T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:45:00.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Twelfth Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/ogmandino_1983_705298"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 0 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/ogmandino_1983_705298" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story is about John Harding who had it all. He was the newly elected president of Millennium Unlimited, one of the largest and most powerful computer companies in the computer industry. He have a loving wife and handsome seven-year-old son. Then, through a tragic twist of fate, John's life shattered when his wife and son, Sally and Rick, got killed in a car accident. That was it for him. He wanted to die. Very much. He was in the process of taking his own life then suddenly an old friend of his appears on his doorstep. An old friend which he considered as an angel. This old friend of his comforted him and had a favor to ask. He wants John to manage his old Little League team - the Angels. John reluctantly accepts. During the tryouts, he met this hopelessly pint-sized player who resembles his beloved son. His name was Timothy Noble. The twelfth angel. Timothy Noble taught John the true meaning of hope and courage inspite what had happen to his wife and son.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Day by day, in every way, I'm getting better and better.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Noble&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, that's what I understood when I read the book. It only took me two days to finish reading it. You'll just never know what happens when you meet Mr. Boredom. At work, I usually do nothing and I don't want making myself idle so I brought this book with me. I just finished reading it now. As in ngayon. Kanikanina lang. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next book I'mma be reading is Paolo Coelho's Like the Flowing River. Thanks Ces for lending it to me. ;) I'm so excited to read it but I'm saving it for Cebu. Gusto ko dun basahin yun in case na wala akong magawa. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently trying to finish the first season of Gossip Girl. Ooh, I &amp;hearts; GG. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2888477175595518423?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2888477175595518423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2888477175595518423&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2888477175595518423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2888477175595518423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/twelfth-angel.html' title='The Twelfth Angel'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-6690389947536003698</id><published>2008-05-17T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:30:16.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>We scream for ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SC6lQFb86MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nlXvD8EDdfk/s1600-h/We_all_scream_for_ICE_CREAM_by_irishelysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SC6lQFb86MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nlXvD8EDdfk/s320/We_all_scream_for_ICE_CREAM_by_irishelysia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201276315415406786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just got home from work when my mom saw me entering our gate and she immediately said, "Oh tawagin mo na papa mo. Aalis daw tayo." At first, it was okay for me because its his birthday today and I thought that he'll be treating us not until when *we arrived SM North and my dad said, "Cat, sumweldo ka ngayon diba? Kahit ice cream lang, okay na samin." I laughed then looked at him. He hardly showed any face expression. Is he serious? Damn right he is. Dahil mabait naman ako at birthday naman ni Pudra Dear, manlilibre ako kahit siya dapat yung manlibre. Gara. Haha. :) I told my dad that I'll be treating them Häagen-Dazs ice cream. (Wtf. Ubos siguro sweldo ko nun.) But I ended up treating them ice creams from Mr. Softy, Dippin' Dots and Thumbs Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my mom, my dad, my little sister Crissy, Ate Karla and Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-6690389947536003698?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6690389947536003698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=6690389947536003698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6690389947536003698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6690389947536003698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-scream-for-ice-cream.html' title='We scream for ice cream'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SC6lQFb86MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nlXvD8EDdfk/s72-c/We_all_scream_for_ICE_CREAM_by_irishelysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-764466552011547476</id><published>2008-05-16T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:19:01.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AI'/><title type='text'>Bye bye Syesha</title><content type='html'>The prediction was true. Syesha Mercado is out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, the final three performed Ain't No Stopping Us Now. Fantasia Barrino performed, too. She sang Bore Me (Yawn) from her self-titled album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you really wanted to mess around&lt;br /&gt;That's all you had to say&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't gonna be itty bitty silly me&lt;br /&gt;So don't waste ya energy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bore Me (Yawn)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fantasia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The grand finalists for American Idol 2008 are: &lt;b&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;David Cook&lt;/b&gt;. David versus David. Archuleta versus Cook. The High School Student versus the Rocker. Ladies Love Cool David (LL Cool J na naging LL Cool D) versus Cook-ie Monster. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino kaya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-764466552011547476?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/764466552011547476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=764466552011547476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/764466552011547476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/764466552011547476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/bye-bye-syesha.html' title='Bye bye Syesha'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-364964899965125142</id><published>2008-05-13T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:08:29.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>Happy 17th, Leah :)</title><content type='html'>Uh-huh, its Mary Leah's birthday today. Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her place after my work. Unfortunately, it rained. I didn't have any umbrella with me so I got wet but just a little. I met up with Mamalah, JanMa, Charmaine, Ronald and Eric at Guilbert's first. Sinundo lang kami ni Leah dun kasi baha sa Rocka. Rocka Resort nga eh, diba Leah? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCrG7Fb86JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eyD55uGgrbw/s1600-h/CIMG2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCrG7Fb86JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eyD55uGgrbw/s320/CIMG2843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200187438126655634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MonMon, Pierre, Dana, Granny and Jeannel were there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCrHJVb86KI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Pve8vwgr6v8/s1600-h/CIMG2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCrHJVb86KI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Pve8vwgr6v8/s320/CIMG2846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200187682939791522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randolph (Dana's bf) and Aga (MonMon's bf) were there too. Sweet nila noh?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mamalah for the pictures. Sa muling pagkikita - May 19. ;) Hehe. Thanks Jeannel sa paghatid hanggang sa gate namin. And thank you kay birthday girl Leah! Next time, debut na. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-364964899965125142?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/364964899965125142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=364964899965125142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/364964899965125142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/364964899965125142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-17th-leah.html' title='Happy 17th, Leah :)'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCrG7Fb86JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eyD55uGgrbw/s72-c/CIMG2843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-4154024443731770641</id><published>2008-05-11T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:10:12.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>"You think you can drive a car and change the world?"</title><content type='html'>My morning was not that good. I cried because of some stuffs. I'm so lucky to have a sister who have shoulders that I can cry on. She really had no idea why I was crying. I just told her the reason when she came back from Trinoma after lunch. I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie. Lilibre ko sya. So we watched Speed Racer. Nagulat ako nung sumunod yung little sister ko tsaka cousins ko. Kinukulit ko sila na sumama samin kasi wala naman silang ginagawa sa bahay, ayaw daw nila. Pero sumunod naman. Haha. Baliiiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCgxoFb86DI/AAAAAAAAADg/XqPlnZNgSDo/s1600-h/MV5BMTA5MjgxMDE4OTVeQTJeQWpwZ15BbWU3MDgyNjc4NjE%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCgxoFb86DI/AAAAAAAAADg/XqPlnZNgSDo/s320/MV5BMTA5MjgxMDE4OTVeQTJeQWpwZ15BbWU3MDgyNjc4NjE%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199460334523181106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pops Racer:&lt;/b&gt; You think you can drive a car and change the world? It doesn't work like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speed:&lt;/b&gt; Maybe not, but it's the only thing I know how to do and I gotta do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trixie: &lt;/b&gt;Was that a ninja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pops Racer:&lt;/b&gt; More like a "non"-ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minx:&lt;/b&gt; [about Speed] He's going to be very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Racer X:&lt;/b&gt; No, he's going to be the best. If they don't destroy him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about racing. Its not the typical movie about racing. Basta, watch it na lang. Mmkay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Christina Ricci. I don't hate her, I just don't like her. &gt;:) Bagay lang siya sa horror movies. Remember Wednesday from the Adams family and Kat Harvey from Casper? Well yeah, she was just a little girl. Sana bata na lang siya. Haha. And Lords of the Dogtown and Girl Next Door's Emile Hirsch is oh so handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCgx3Vb86EI/AAAAAAAAADo/JIVJwN2p9us/s1600-h/MV5BMTg3MTM3NjM0NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzg1NDk2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCgx3Vb86EI/AAAAAAAAADo/JIVJwN2p9us/s200/MV5BMTg3MTM3NjM0NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzg1NDk2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199460596516186178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCgyAVb86FI/AAAAAAAAADw/DOGAOz1HJvs/s1600-h/MV5BMTk2MzMxODYxNV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNzUyOTc2._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCgyAVb86FI/AAAAAAAAADw/DOGAOz1HJvs/s200/MV5BMTk2MzMxODYxNV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNzUyOTc2._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199460751135008850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*By the way, its Josef's birthday today. :) Happy birthday Josef! Salamat nga pala sa pag-add sa Multiply. Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-4154024443731770641?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4154024443731770641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=4154024443731770641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4154024443731770641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4154024443731770641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-think-you-can-drive-car-and-change.html' title='&quot;You think you can drive a car and change the world?&quot;'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SCgxoFb86DI/AAAAAAAAADg/XqPlnZNgSDo/s72-c/MV5BMTA5MjgxMDE4OTVeQTJeQWpwZ15BbWU3MDgyNjc4NjE%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8543898555019206221</id><published>2008-05-10T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:22:39.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>Summer Job: Pay day</title><content type='html'>Just wanna share that its my first pay day today for my job. Haha. :) 3 weeks pa ko magtatrabaho but its okay. I'm making my summer productive. Really now? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Issa and I went to Trinoma after my work. I waited for her at Seven Eleven and we rode the bus going to Cubao. We ate at Taco Bell then went to Timezone. Yipee! ;) &lt;i&gt;(Uuuy, may nakiki-Timezone. :P)&lt;/i&gt; Before going home, we bought doughnuts at Krispy Kreme. Personalized doughnuts I shall say. Gift namin para kay Mudra Dear for Mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Ttfn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8543898555019206221?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8543898555019206221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8543898555019206221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8543898555019206221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8543898555019206221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-job-pay-day.html' title='Summer Job: Pay day'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2489405468174039252</id><published>2008-05-08T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:19:07.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Boy don't you know you can't escape me :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of your indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're ever gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling 'cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll always be my baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;David Cook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus lang alam ko eh. I had this song playing over and over and over in my head. LSS! It just won't go away but that's okay. :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, make way for the final 3 American idols of 2008. Watch it tonight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2489405468174039252?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2489405468174039252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2489405468174039252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2489405468174039252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2489405468174039252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/boy-dont-you-know-you-cant-escape-me-p.html' title='Boy don&apos;t you know you can&apos;t escape me :P'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-3583896087989538426</id><published>2008-05-06T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:36:59.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Summer Job: 2nd day</title><content type='html'>It’s my 2nd day today for my summer job somewhere there in Baliuag. I woke up very early. Mga 6:30am ata pero 9am pa naman yung work ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Excited eh. Well, all I can say is that I had fun even though I was bored and got nothing to do when Ate Nikki and I got there. I was the one who answered all the incoming calls and made the outgoing calls to do some follow-ups. My oldest sister pranked a call on me. I said, “Hello. Good morning. Continental, sino ‘to?” then she bursted out laughing. Damn her. Tapos papa ko naman yung nanloko sakin. Greatgreatgreat. Isa pang "great" ay yung nagtext siya. But I wasn't able to reply just because I don't have load in my Globe phone. Pwede ko naman pangtext yung Sun Cell ko pero ewan. Nakakatamad. Si Paparuss tinext ko at sa kanya ko pinatext si Dj. Hehe. Anyways, umuwi kami ni Ate Nikki ng 4pm pero bumaba ako sa may tennis court just across St. James Parish to meet up with Andrea. I asked her if she wanted to go at 7/11. Sure, treat daw niya. Hahahaha. :)) I bought an ice cream and Skittles. Andrea bought Slurpee for herself. ;) Si kuya, yung cashier, tinatawag akong Kyla. Kamukha ko daw?! I thought to myself, "Say who?" Ang naisip ko lang is yung singer. Haha. Yun nga daw sabi ni Kuya George. Oo, nagpakilala siya at binigay pa yung number niya sa Sun. Sorry, not interested. And take note by the way, kulang ako ng piso nun kaya papaluwalan daw niya. Duh. Mukha bang wala akong piso? Haha. Oh, wag ka na mag-side comment. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nakauwi na ko nun. But what the heck, may b&lt;s&gt;w&lt;/s&gt;isita pala kami - Paparuss and Peter. Haha! Playmates ni Jb sa PS2. :)) Wala lang. We ate fishball for merienda. I ate my Skittles, too. ;) After that, I took a nap for half an hour then watched Casper on HBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casper:&lt;/b&gt; Kat? if I were alive, would you go to the Halloween dance with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kat:&lt;/b&gt; Mm hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casper:&lt;/b&gt; Kat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casper:&lt;/b&gt; Can I keep you? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite part/lines in the movie. I wish I'm Kat. &lt;b&gt;Kat&lt;/b&gt;rina. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Casper is trying to reason with his uncles]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casper:&lt;/b&gt; But we have company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stretch:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, yeah? Well, company loves misery! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I say misery loves company? Naah, both can do. &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-3583896087989538426?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/3583896087989538426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=3583896087989538426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3583896087989538426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/3583896087989538426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-job-2nd-day.html' title='Summer Job: 2nd day'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-693762920270475452</id><published>2008-05-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:57:02.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Am I a movie buff?</title><content type='html'>I must watch these movies! I must, I must.. and I will. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Wanted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsQhm66WrI/AAAAAAAAACU/3qUVgu1TEeM/s1600-h/MV5BMTU4MTQxODE2MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzA0MjA3MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsQhm66WrI/AAAAAAAAACU/3qUVgu1TEeM/s200/MV5BMTU4MTQxODE2MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzA0MjA3MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195764764671367858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an action movie starring Angelina Jolie and James McAvoy. So yeah, I don't like action but I want to watch this one. Hihi. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Mamma Mia!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsRVG66WsI/AAAAAAAAACc/cHNjMuaKqls/s1600-h/MV5BNjM1MjU4NTg1NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDM3Mjc1MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsRVG66WsI/AAAAAAAAACc/cHNjMuaKqls/s200/MV5BNjM1MjU4NTg1NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDM3Mjc1MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195765649434630850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meryl Streep from Devil Wears Prada is Donna in this movie. Sophie, Donna's daughter, invites all her mom's past suitors coz she doesn't know who her father is. Pierce Brosnan is here, too. ;) One hot guy, ey. Hakhak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Kung Fu Panda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsSqm66WtI/AAAAAAAAACk/vFIVjsYyfM4/s1600-h/MV5BMTIxOTY1NjUyN15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjMxMDk1MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsSqm66WtI/AAAAAAAAACk/vFIVjsYyfM4/s200/MV5BMTIxOTY1NjUyN15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjMxMDk1MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195767118313446098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the makers of Shrek and Madagascar, here's another one - Kung Fu Panda. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu Panda is slated for an international release on June 8, 2008, but I don't know exactly when it will be released here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsTYm66WuI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fmbm9adEpyc/s1600-h/MV5BMTQxMDQzMjkzM15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDU5ODI2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsTYm66WuI/AAAAAAAAACs/Fmbm9adEpyc/s200/MV5BMTQxMDQzMjkzM15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDU5ODI2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195767908587428578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boyfriend Shia is here. Hahahahahhahaha. Well, he is Steven Spielberg's favorite. ;) Anyways, I can't wait for his other upcoming movie - New York, I Love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-693762920270475452?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/693762920270475452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=693762920270475452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/693762920270475452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/693762920270475452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-i-movie-buff.html' title='Am I a movie buff?'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsQhm66WrI/AAAAAAAAACU/3qUVgu1TEeM/s72-c/MV5BMTU4MTQxODE2MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzA0MjA3MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8605531658732150777</id><published>2008-05-02T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:21:58.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Heroes aren't born, they're built</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll consider Iron Man as one of my favorite superhero movie. Yes indeed. ;) According to my observations, Robert Downey Jr. looks like Johnny Depp. Haha. Watcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.aolcdn.com/red_galleries/robert-downey-jr-iron-man-400a062507.jpg height=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.celebritytrashcan.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/johnny-depp.jpg height=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Robert Downey Jr. (2) Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About the movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsJUG66WqI/AAAAAAAAACM/t9TVF0bZNb4/s1600-h/MV5BMTcxMzU4OTg4Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODM2NDI2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsJUG66WqI/AAAAAAAAACM/t9TVF0bZNb4/s200/MV5BMTcxMzU4OTg4Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODM2NDI2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195756836161739426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tony Stark is the CEO of Stark Industries which produces weapons for the US Military. He flies to this place which I cannot remember to demonstrate his new weapons to the army. On his way back to his plane, his convoy was attacked by terrorist. Tony was wounded by a missile made by his own company. He was captured and held hostage together with Yinsen, the doctor who saved his life. The terrorist forced Tony Stark to make the Jericho missile that he presented to the US Military. Instead of making one, Tony decides to make a suit of armor that will give him strength and protection to escape the terrorists. After escaping and back in America, he modified his suit. He made a better one in which he can fly. With the help of his personal assistant Pepper Potts and Jim Rhodes, he vows to protect the world as Iron Man. Owyeh. B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Tony Start as the Iron Man will be reappearing in the movie The Incredible Hulk. Nice diba. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memorable Quotes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yinsen:&lt;/b&gt; [gazing at a helmet] That doesn't look like a missile.. What are you building, Stark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tony Stark:&lt;/b&gt; I'm working on something big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tony Stark:&lt;/b&gt; They say the best weapon is one you never have to fire. I prefer the weapon you only need to fire once. That's how dad did it, that's how America does it, and it's worked out pretty well so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christine Everheart:&lt;/b&gt; Tony Stark! Christine Everheart, Vanity Fair magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tony Stark:&lt;/b&gt; Hi, yeah okay, go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christine Everheart:&lt;/b&gt; Mr. Stark, you've been called the Da Vinci of our time; what do you say to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tony Stark:&lt;/b&gt; Absolutely ridiculous, I don't paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christine Everheart:&lt;/b&gt; What do you say to your other nickname, the 'Merchant of Death'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tony Stark:&lt;/b&gt; That's not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tony Stark:&lt;/b&gt; I should be dead already... It must be for a reason... I just finally know... what I have to do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jim Rhodes:&lt;/b&gt; You're not a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tony Stark:&lt;/b&gt; Damn right I'm not. I'm an army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tony Stark:&lt;/b&gt; Is it better to be feared or respected? And I'd say is it too much to ask for both?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8605531658732150777?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8605531658732150777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8605531658732150777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8605531658732150777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8605531658732150777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/05/heroes-arent-born-theyre-built.html' title='Heroes aren&apos;t born, they&apos;re built'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsJUG66WqI/AAAAAAAAACM/t9TVF0bZNb4/s72-c/MV5BMTcxMzU4OTg4Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODM2NDI2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-2368372220395058056</id><published>2008-04-29T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:38:44.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>What if someone tells you this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Someone tells you an insult&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. ang arte mo!&lt;br /&gt;-- Ikaw din. :)&lt;br /&gt;02. mas matalino naman ako sayo!&lt;br /&gt;-- Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;03. crush ako ng crush mo!&lt;br /&gt;-- Ay, di ko na sya crush. Cheap naman nya.&lt;br /&gt;04. ang bobo mo pala sa math!&lt;br /&gt;-- Sure ka? Close tayo?&lt;br /&gt;05. bilisan mo naman!&lt;br /&gt;-- Maghintay ka.&lt;br /&gt;06. ang sungit mo!&lt;br /&gt;-- Thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;07. gusto mo ng away?&lt;br /&gt;-- Sure. Alam ko namang talo ka eh.&lt;br /&gt;08. takot ka ata sakin eh?&lt;br /&gt;-- Kamukha mo kasi si Hulk.&lt;br /&gt;09. mas mahal niya ko!&lt;br /&gt;-- Ambisyosa.&lt;br /&gt;10. ang bababa naman ng mga grades mo!&lt;br /&gt;-- Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;From your crush&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. crush kita.&lt;br /&gt;-- I know.&lt;br /&gt;02. hindi kita mahal.&lt;br /&gt;-- Crush lang naman kita ah. Ambisyoso.&lt;br /&gt;03. mahal na kita.&lt;br /&gt;-- Thank you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;04. pakopya naman ng assignment.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ayoko, di na kita crush.&lt;br /&gt;05. crush ko un friend mo.&lt;br /&gt;-- Di ka daw nya type eh.&lt;br /&gt;06. feeling ko may gusto ka sakin.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gusto mo naman.&lt;br /&gt;07. ang cute mong mag-smile.&lt;br /&gt;-- :)&lt;br /&gt;08. bakit ang bait mo sakin?&lt;br /&gt;-- Mabait talaga ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Parents&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. umuwi ka ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;-- Opo.&lt;br /&gt;02. magaling ka palang sumayaw.&lt;br /&gt;-- Eh ganun talaga.&lt;br /&gt;03. hindi ka na pwedeng pumasok sa&lt;br /&gt;klase.&lt;br /&gt;-- Sige ba. Haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;04. bawal ka pang mag-boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;-- Naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teacher&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. kailangan kong makausap ang&lt;br /&gt;magulang mo.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ayaw ka nila kausap eh.&lt;br /&gt;02. ang makita kong mangopya mamatay&lt;br /&gt;na!&lt;br /&gt;-- Oh, buhay ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;03. bkt ka ba laging bagsak?&lt;br /&gt;-- Para makita mo ko every year. I know you'll miss me. B)&lt;br /&gt;04. see me after class!&lt;br /&gt;-- Date?&lt;br /&gt;05. im sorry, you'll be given a 5 in&lt;br /&gt;you're class card.&lt;br /&gt;-- Apir!&lt;br /&gt;06. uno ka!&lt;br /&gt;-- Yeay.&lt;br /&gt;07. please come to class on time.&lt;br /&gt;-- Look who's talking.&lt;br /&gt;08. please read pages 70-150. We'll be having a quiz about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;-- Kulang po ako ng tatlong page. Pano na?&lt;br /&gt;09. why are you always absent?!&lt;br /&gt;-- Nakakahiya naman kung matutulog ako sa klase nyo.&lt;br /&gt;10. babagsak ka na.&lt;br /&gt;-- Magkano ba gusto mo? &gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. So, eto survey. After lunch pa kami pupunta ng Gateway. Timezone na naman. Then Glorietta the next day. Haha. Anyways, happy &lt;b&gt;happy birthday kay Kuya Pat and sa neighbor kong si Windsor&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-2368372220395058056?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/2368372220395058056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=2368372220395058056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2368372220395058056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/2368372220395058056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-if-someone-tells-you-this.html' title='What if someone tells you this..'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-4969781399615091237</id><published>2008-04-26T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:33:21.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The path is unsafe. The place is unknown. The journey is unbelievable.</title><content type='html'>We watched Forbidden Kingdom. Well, I'm not fond of watching action movies but I like this one. Jackie Chan and Jet Li together for the first time in a martial arts film - the perfect formula for a great movie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I over heard this dad telling to his kids that Michael Angarano was the guy from Transformers. Excuse me, si Shia LaBeouf yun. Ayt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About the movie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsVv266WvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9RZNJoO6JT0/s1600-h/MV5BMjA5Mzc4NzQyOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTQ3NzI2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsVv266WvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9RZNJoO6JT0/s200/MV5BMjA5Mzc4NzQyOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTQ3NzI2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195770507042642674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click here for the &lt;a href=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Forbidden_Kingdom#Plot&gt;plot&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;(Haha, tinamad na.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memorable Quotes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(from Internet Movie Database and Ungab Productions)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lu Yan:&lt;/b&gt; [to Lan Cai He] We can kill each other when it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason Tripitikas:&lt;/b&gt; I can't understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lu Yan:&lt;/b&gt; That's because you're not listening! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason Tripitikas:&lt;/b&gt; He needs wine. It's his elixir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medicine Monk:&lt;/b&gt; We will send a walking monk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lu Yan:&lt;/b&gt; Don't you have a running monk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Monkey King:&lt;/b&gt; You have freed me traveller, now go free yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lu Yan:&lt;/b&gt; Don't tell me you consider it sinful to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Silent Monk:&lt;/b&gt; It's sinful if you don't share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, he's my student, not yours." &lt;b&gt;-Lu Yan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No more silent riddles and no more empty cups." &lt;b&gt;-Jason Tripitikas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Happy birthday Celina and Blessy. :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3 months samin.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-4969781399615091237?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4969781399615091237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=4969781399615091237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4969781399615091237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4969781399615091237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/path-is-unsafe-place-is-unknown-journey.html' title='The path is unsafe. The place is unknown. The journey is unbelievable.'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBsVv266WvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9RZNJoO6JT0/s72-c/MV5BMjA5Mzc4NzQyOF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMTQ3NzI2MQ%40%40._V1._SY400_SX600_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8044026185639239309</id><published>2008-04-25T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:02:54.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Russell Kim exposed</title><content type='html'>Dahil #1 fan&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Oy, si Paparuss may sabi nyan. May 's' talaga. Haha.)&lt;/i&gt; ko sya, I'll make a post about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBCSIW66WoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4p7fS1f7Qxw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBCSIW66WoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4p7fS1f7Qxw/s200/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192811042647464578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russel Kim D. Santiago&lt;br&gt;March 24, 1991&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pano nga ba kami nagkakilala?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! Messenger. Dati, uso yung conference sa YM. Icons at HSAians. May mga nag-add sakin. Isa na dun yung Russell Kim Santiago. Diba? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kelan ko sya unang nakita?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa may IMC canteen. :) Kasama pa nya si Poring nun. Akala ko nung una, si Mico yung kasama ni Poring. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bakit Paparuss tawag ko sa kanya?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa + Russ&lt;s&gt;ell&lt;/s&gt; = PAPARUSS. Galing. :)) Haha. Crush kasi nya si Mamalah, ang aking momma, kaya poppa ko sya. And now.. they're together. What a sweet couple. Kahit na madalas mag-away? Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ano kakaiba sa kanya?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hair and his skin tone. Naks! Asset nya yun. B) Kaya nga crush sya ni Hiszuh eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ano ang gusto ko sa kanya?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala. :P Juke lang. &lt;i&gt;(Ganyan spelling ni Paparuss nung magkachat kami one time.)&lt;/i&gt; Sobrang bait nya and very understanding. Napapagsasabihan ko sya ng problems and stuffs. At syempre, ang pagiging galante nya. Oh yeah, rich kid. :) Humble pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memory Lane&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBCQ0W66WkI/AAAAAAAAABc/m3ys8UwRtro/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBCQ0W66WkI/AAAAAAAAABc/m3ys8UwRtro/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192809599538453058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Baby picture. Maputi pa. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBCQ0266WlI/AAAAAAAAABk/HzztD0ENuI8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBCQ0266WlI/AAAAAAAAABk/HzztD0ENuI8/s200/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192809608128387666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) First pic nila ni Mamalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBCQ1m66WnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tB6hbez3LRM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBCQ1m66WnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tB6hbez3LRM/s200/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192809621013289586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) First pic namin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Paparuss! Ayan na ha. Happy now? Salamat sa lahat lahat. Libre mo ko ulit. Pakabait ka nga. :) Alagaan mo si Mommalah.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8044026185639239309?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8044026185639239309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8044026185639239309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8044026185639239309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8044026185639239309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/russell-kim-exposed.html' title='Russell Kim exposed'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SBCSIW66WoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4p7fS1f7Qxw/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-6563576381399197318</id><published>2008-04-23T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:03:49.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Earth Day'/><title type='text'>Happy World Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;"&gt;&lt;!-- START YAHOO! GREEN FLASH BADGE --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" base="." src="http://green.yahoo.com/cfl/badge.swf" id="cfl_badge" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="apidomain=green.yahoo.com&amp;amp;location=USA&amp;amp;theme=white&amp;amp;id=486927844" height="491" width="162" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END YAHOO! GREEN FLASH BADGE --&gt;&lt;b&gt;Change A Bulb, Change Everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes 18 seconds to change a lightbulb. Use CFL bulbs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B.Y.O.B / Bring Your Own Bag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Say "No" to plastic. ;) You can order reusable bags &lt;a href="http://teammanilalifestyle.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://luntianbags.wordpress.com/category/how-much-how-to-order/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Save Green, Wear Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :)) Wala lang. Sabi ni Ate Issa magsuot daw kami ng green eh. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SA33sm66WiI/AAAAAAAAABM/YcQpYm2jAq0/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SA33sm66WiI/AAAAAAAAABM/YcQpYm2jAq0/s200/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192078291161995810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SA34LG66WjI/AAAAAAAAABU/3y-WO5f_ANw/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SA34LG66WjI/AAAAAAAAABU/3y-WO5f_ANw/s200/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192078815148005938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"An Inconvenient Truth"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will premier on HBO Asia today, 22 April at 9 pm, in celebration of Earth Day. (&lt;a href="http://www.hboasia.com/hbo/movie/2706"&gt;http://www.hboasia.com/hbo/movie/2706&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Earth Day everyone. Let’s take care of our Earth even in our own small ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-6563576381399197318?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6563576381399197318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=6563576381399197318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6563576381399197318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6563576381399197318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-world-earth-day.html' title='Happy World Earth Day'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SA33sm66WiI/AAAAAAAAABM/YcQpYm2jAq0/s72-c/DSC00472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8102346297947101443</id><published>2008-04-17T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:58:08.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Voice Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>So-called fieldtrip</title><content type='html'>Haha. I can't think of a good title for this post. But as what Leah said when I shared to her what happened today, she said, "wow. fieldtrip. haha.ö" Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time, I'll be sharing it to you. Yes, you. :D Don asked me if I want to come with him to San Beda to make his reservation. As usual, I said, "Bahala na. Papaalam ako." Of course I did. My parents let me. Yey. :D I also informed &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; about it but I guess he doesn’t care, so okay. Bahala sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7:30am coz the meeting time is 9:00am at Chowking. Ralden got there first, next ako and lastly si Don. We took the FX going to Recto, rode the jeep, then walked a little. Tada! Hello San Beda. :) I texted Kuya Uzi that I was there with my friends. He said that he'll be there at 1:30pm for his summer class. Too bad we left San Beda early. We went to CEU coz Ralden's mom work there at katapat lang naman ng Beda yun. Hehe. Mrs. Servitillo &lt;i&gt;(Kung ano man spelling ng surname nila. Hehe.)&lt;/i&gt; was not there so we went to the canteen to buy drinks. After nun, naglakad kami sa nearest LRT station - Legarda station. Bumaba kami ng Cubao tapos pumasok ng Gateway at nag-MRT naman. Baba kami ng North Avenue and there you have it, welcome to TriNoma. I met up with Mamalah and Paparuss at Tokyo Tokyo and we ate lunch there. Humiwalay na ako kay Don at Ralden pagkatapos namin kumain at sumama sa "parents" ko. Haha. :D The three of us decided to watch a movie. We watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0426592/"&gt;Superhero Movie&lt;/a&gt; starring Drake Bell. Btw, before we watched the movie, I bought a bag from Artwork. "Papasok ako nang maaga." Yan yung nakalagay. Hehe. Anyways, I only ate Oreo Blizzard from Dairy Queen while watching the movie. Mamalah also bought one and an additional 2 slices of pizza from Yellowcab. The other one is for Paparuss of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SAtQmoxP4aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RgiAyB46eqY/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SAtQmoxP4aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RgiAyB46eqY/s200/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191331620183859618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ralden and Don at LRT. Stolen shot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the movie is over and its time to go home. We waited for Liezel and Nickson at KFC. Nagtext si Ralden, sasabay din daw sila umuwi. Hinintay na din namin sila. So okay, eto na yung "fieldtrip" part. :)) 8 kaming nasa FX - going to Malolos. (Ako, Mamalah, Liezel, Nickson, Paparuss, Don, Ralden at Junboy) Haha. Yun. Sabi ni Mary Leah eh. Natawa  lang ako. :D Kk. I got home at 7:15pm. Di ako pinagalitan. Greatgreatgreatgreat. I texted him and still.. ganun pa din. I miss him so much. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;World Voice Day&lt;/b&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;The theme for World Voice Day 2008, &lt;b&gt;"Let Your Voice Be Heard,"&lt;/b&gt; represents the physical and symbolic power of the voice and the importance of maintaining good vocal health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.entnet.org/AboutUs/worldVoiceDay.cfm"&gt;http://www.entnet.org/AboutUs/worldVoiceDay.cfm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8102346297947101443?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8102346297947101443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8102346297947101443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8102346297947101443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8102346297947101443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-called-fieldtrip.html' title='So-called fieldtrip'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SAtQmoxP4aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RgiAyB46eqY/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-112639271733469374</id><published>2008-04-16T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:49:06.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TUA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Destination: TUA</title><content type='html'>Na naman. Trinity na naman. :)) Okay, so today is the start of the enrollment for all incoming freshmen as well as for the other levels. Sasabay kami ni Mudra Dear kay na Tito Mario and Mamalah. They picked us up at around 7:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SAYw6PawrqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LETogWGCRCc/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SAYw6PawrqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LETogWGCRCc/s200/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189889397720395426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got there early. I fell in line. Mamalah was at my back. I presented all the requirements then it was Mamalah's turn when she found out that she forgot to bring her NSO birth certificate. :| She brought a different one. My mom said that I better go ahead to the 2nd floor of the University Canteen to secure the Admission slip to the adviser and get my schedule and section there. The earlier, the better daw. Meanwhile, when I was busy doing all those stuffs, &lt;u&gt;Tito Mario was freaking out.&lt;/u&gt; He called Kuya Aa, Mamalah's big brother, and requested him to fax his sister's NSO birth certificate ASAP. Well me? I went to the Accounting Office, presented my assessment form, made an initial payment, and went back to the canteen for my ID. Kaching! Enrolled na ko. :) Hihi. My mom and I ate while waiting for Tito Mario and Mamalah. After 15 minutes or so, Mamalah called and asked for some instructions. Sabi ko pumunta na lang siya ng canteen at sasamahan ko siya. So yeah, I accompanied her to the 2nd floor of the canteen. My section is &lt;b&gt;1NU02&lt;/b&gt;. Hers is &lt;b&gt;1NU03&lt;/b&gt;. Number 39 ako sa list nung section 2, eh hanggang 40 lang daw. Deym. Blockmates sana kami ni Mamalah kung hinintay ko lang siya. Ugh. My sched is different with hers, too. :( Well, its okay. Dormmates naman kami. Haha. :D Regarding our schedule, we have Saturday classes and five consecutive hours of Chemistry. Isn't it great? (Me being sarcastic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, enrolled na kami. We went to the Sewer's Office to claim Mamalah's uniform which she ordered last week. She ordered another set coz Tito Mario said so. After that, we went to Ms. Xonja's office at Saint Andrew's Seminary to inquire about our dorm. She said to come back after lunch coz she is still busy. So we walked outside Trinity and ate at Burger King. It was Tito Mario's treat. Thanks, Tito Mario! :) It was a nice place to chill kasi may free Wi-Fi. Haha. They've got nice and clean restrooms, too. Anyways, there's this lady &lt;i&gt;(I'm not sure if she's the manager.. but whatever. Haha.)&lt;/i&gt; who came up to me and gave me a guest survey form. Guess what I wrote for my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SAYtvvawrpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PFn471S_B3E/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SAYtvvawrpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PFn471S_B3E/s400/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189885918796885650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Look closely at the picture. Its blurred, I know. Haha. My mom saw this. Wala lang. :))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at BK until 12:45pm then we went back to Ms. Xonja's office. She walked with us to our dorm. Grabe, nakakapagod. After some arrangements made by my mom and Tito Mario, we left Trinity and headed home. Hinatid kami ni Tito Mario at Mamalah sa bahay. &lt;b&gt;Thanks Mamalah, walang iwanan ha.&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Babalik pa nga pala kami sa May 19 (General Orientation for the new students with parent/guardian) and June 11 (Orientation for incoming Nursing students).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-112639271733469374?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/112639271733469374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=112639271733469374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/112639271733469374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/112639271733469374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/destination-tua.html' title='Destination: TUA'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SAYw6PawrqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LETogWGCRCc/s72-c/DSC00339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-7202566032300213824</id><published>2008-04-15T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:53:41.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>Hello Malolos :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ate Issa:&lt;/b&gt; Hoy Catrina, sasama ka pa ba? Bumangon ka na kaya. Grabe, I need to wear rubber shoes. Umuulan dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy:&lt;/b&gt; Hindi na lang ako sasama. Umuulan eh. Sarap matulog tsaka ayaw ko mag-rubber shoes. Paki sabi na din kay Mudra na di na ko sasama sa school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ate Issa:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;img src=http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/23.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy:&lt;/b&gt; Hay, oo na. Susunod na lang ako dun. Promise. Tinatamad akong bumangon eh. Love you Bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning and the rain is falling. Aaahh, I love the rain.. and rainbows, too! Hihi. ;) I just love to look up in the sky and see that multicolored arc. Ok, ok. Enough of that. Haha. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, bumangon na ko at naligo. I just realized that if I won't go with my mom and Ate Issa, I'll just end up bumming around (again) here in our house. So sumama na ko. Mom dropped off Ate Issa, Ate Nikki, Ate Clayne and Kuya Allen first at Tita Anne's office located at the Diversion Road. Afterwards, we went to Holy to get my younger sister's card then my mom ate breakfast at Uncle Manny's. Me? I was busy reading our school paper. Besides, I already ate when we left. :) When my mom finished eating, we went back to Tita Anne's office and she dropped me off there. I was there the whole day together with my ates and kuya. Tita Anne, as the President of MSI, asked them to decorate the bulletin board which will be placed in the Red Oil badminton court. I helped them paste and cut letters. Haha, yun lang ginawa ko. Humawa yung kulay nung blue felt paper kaya blue na yung fingertips ko at dahil dun tinamad na ko. Hahaha. :D I just played with Ate Issa's laptop, listened to the music, chatted with Ate Nikki and goofed around with Kuya Allen. Wala din naman masyadong ginawa si Kuya Allen eh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kuya Allen is writing something]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy:&lt;/b&gt; Kuya, kaliwete ka pala. [at na-realize na nasa right hand ni Kuya Allen yung pencil] Ay. Haha. Hindi pala. Joke lang pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuya Allen:&lt;/b&gt; [with a serious face] Nagjojoke ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cathy:&lt;/b&gt; Haha. Ewan! Sorry na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuya Allen:&lt;/b&gt; Ok. Pa-cheeseburger ka naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the. Usong-uso yun. :)) I haven't still watch that commercial from McDo. Sorry ah, but I don't watch TV. Sometimes maybe. I usually watch movies. Hehe. So ayun, we left the place at exactly 5:00pm. We really need to go home early coz it's Monday and we'll be playing badminton at Tikay. Geesh, babalik pa kami ulit ng Malolos. Hehe. Papa texted Ate Issa that he'll be fetching us there but unfortunately, nakasakay na kami sa jeep. We were with Peter by the way. When we got home, I changed and wore my badminton attire. Just plain shorts and shirt. :D Only me, Ate Issa and my parents played because Crissy accompanied Andrea, my cousin who is younger but bigger than me. Haha. Nasa court na kami nun then suddenly, I was not in the mood to play. I'm not being dramatic or whatsoever but I just really miss him. Kahit na naiinis ako sa kanya. Di lang ako may pagkukulang, sana gawin din niya yung part niya - na intindihin ako. Erkai. I'll stop na. Haha. :D Tatta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-7202566032300213824?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7202566032300213824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=7202566032300213824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7202566032300213824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7202566032300213824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-malolos.html' title='Hello Malolos :)'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-422067751276562266</id><published>2008-04-14T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:53:58.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>One Elephant, One Tiny Planet, One Story</title><content type='html'>We watched Dr. Seuss' Horton Hears A Who. Our parents dropped us - me, Ate Issa, Crissy and Andrea - off at Walter after lunch. We finished the movie at around 3pm. I slept when we got home. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;About the movie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SARr0PawroI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bB_spbH5mtw/s200/Hortons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="Horton Hears A Who" /&gt;The story is about Horton the elephant. Sabi pa nung narrator, it happened on the fifteenth of May. I just remembered my dad's birthday - &lt;b&gt;May 16&lt;/b&gt;. Anyways, Horton heard a small speck of dust crying out for help. He then decided to help it even though he can't see anything or anyone on the speck. That tiny speck of dust was a tiny planet, a home to a city called Whoville, and inhabited by Whos. The mayor of Whoville, who has a wife, 96 daughters and a son, seeked help from Horton and asked him to place them in a safer place. His neighbors from Jungle Nool refused to believe when he told about them about the speck of dust. Kangaroo was one of his oppressors including bad Vlad and the other one which I forgot. Horton told the Whos that they need to make themselves heard to the other animals so they banged, shouted really loud and played their instruments. Thank God they were able to accomplish it with the help of Jojo, the mayor's only son, or else Whoville will end up as a part of a stew. His neighbors were convinced of the Whos' existence so they helped him protect the tiny speck of dust. Horton was able to stand by the motto that, &lt;b&gt;"A person is a person, no matter how small."&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memorable quotes&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;(from Internet Movie Database)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horton:&lt;/b&gt; There's a tiny person on that speck that needs my help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mayor of Who-ville:&lt;/b&gt; I have 96 daughters and 1 son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horton:&lt;/b&gt; [laughing] Whoa! Busy guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horton:&lt;/b&gt; I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morton:&lt;/b&gt; [sighs] An elephant's faithful one hundred percent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horton:&lt;/b&gt; That's my code, my motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morton:&lt;/b&gt; Horton, the kangaroo has sent Vlad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horton:&lt;/b&gt; Vlad? Vlad, Vlad... I know two Vlads. There's the bad Vlad... And then there's bunny Vlad, the one that makes cookies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morton:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, Horton, she's sending you a bunny with cookies. I think it's safe to say it's the bad Vlad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horton:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, good call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mayor of Whoville:&lt;/b&gt; Listen, Horton, I've gotta go. Apparently there's a problem with a giant meatball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horton:&lt;/b&gt; You just take care of that meatball sir and leave the freaking out to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katie:&lt;/b&gt; In my world everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horton:&lt;/b&gt; All right, I gotta get this speck up to the top of Mount Nool A.S.A.P, whatever that means, probably act swiftly awesome packaderm! I mean, how hard can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Soundtrack&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last part of the movie and during the credits, the song "Can't Fight This Feeling" was playing. It was performed by Jim Carrey and the other casts whom I don't know. Haha. Watta a nice old song. :) Kewl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-422067751276562266?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/422067751276562266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=422067751276562266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/422067751276562266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/422067751276562266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-elephant-one-tiny-planet-one-story.html' title='One Elephant, One Tiny Planet, One Story'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SARr0PawroI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bB_spbH5mtw/s72-c/Hortons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-6538389974634447194</id><published>2008-04-11T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:54:20.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Sorry, blame it on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by Buckcherry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had alot to say&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry I'm blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I think I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;We get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry I'm blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every single day I think about how we came all this way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless nights and the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry I'm blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember downloading it from Limewire weeks ago. This song is for him. Sorry na. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-6538389974634447194?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6538389974634447194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=6538389974634447194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6538389974634447194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6538389974634447194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-blame-it-on-me.html' title='Sorry, blame it on me'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-7005239256310346893</id><published>2008-04-11T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:54:57.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>A Date with Liezel</title><content type='html'>Si Liezel! Liezel Garcia. Yung pinsan ni Paparuss. :) Oo, di mo siya kilala.. eh paki ko? (Mean na kung mean. :D) Well, we had a date today. Actually, it was not a date coz we're with Paparuss and Mamalah. Double date pwede na rin. Haha. I woke up at 5:30am but took a bath at quarter to 8am, fixed my things then left the house. So yeah, I skipped breakfast. Haha, ok lang yun! Our meeting place is at Chowking Crossing. 9am daw. Ok. Dumating ako dun kasabay si Paparuss at Liezel. We waited for Mamalah at Greenwich. Coke for breakfast anyone? Abnormal talaga si Paparuss, alam na ngang bawal yun eh. Hehe. Ayan, dumating na si Mamalah after 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" height="225" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/*7rZcKXtBcJmtSTr*jtQvpQTlCNPbVxNHRssnin0lmmmoB9gwCesr7yUfsvxwtIlFM4*Y9uqkAcVPyht11yGlg1NQEEBk1GS/DSC00270.JPG?width=300" width="300" /&gt;First stop, ICSM, Liezel's school. Kuhanan daw ng card nila at Recognition Day. Yabang ni Liezel, 2nd in Religion. Nice one. :) Nag-McDo South kami after, then nagpunta ng ICSB coz Paparuss has to pay for his grad pic. Tita Suzette, his mom, was there. Syempre nag-mano kami. ;) We waited for Mookie at the Kalayaan Tree - ang pinakasikat na puno sa buong Bulacan. Next stop, Waltermart. Haha. :)) Ngayon lang ulit ako nakapunta dun. I remember the last time I went there. December 20, the day when it all started again. Anyways, Peter texted that he'll catch up so we waited for him outside the movie house. Dun na nagsimula ang kwentuhan tungkol kay tooot at tuuut, diba Liezel? Agh, I so love this girl. :D Dumating na si Peter kaya bumili na ng tickets si Paparuss at Mamalah. (Take note: Sagot ni Paparuss ang ticket naming lahat. Rich kid huh.) Thanks, Russell Kim! :) I wanted to watch Dr. Suess' Horton Hears A Who but they insisted to watch The Mist starring Thomas Jane. Fine, ayoko maging KJ kaya yun na lang. Haha. About the movie The Mist, I didn't like the last part. Oh I just can't get over it. Here are some quotes from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ollie:&lt;/b&gt; [Ollie just fired 2 shots] I killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Drayton:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you Ollie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ollie:&lt;/b&gt; I killed her. I wouldn't have done that if there had been any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Drayton:&lt;/b&gt; That's why I said thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jim Grondin:&lt;/b&gt; [to David] How was I supposed to know what you meant? You should've said what you meant better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at 4pm. Umuwi kami agad. Hinatid ako ni Peter. Thank you, Paa. :) Since I was tired, I really really wanted to rest. But no, I couldn't. He texted me that he'll be going here at our house. Dumating siya ng 5pm, umuwi din agad ng 6pm. He got mad at me. Maybe. Ewan. :| I just wish he would understand that I'm not used to what we are into right now and I'm not the mushy type of girl. I am certainly happy that we're together and I don't wanna see it end. I know he loves me and I love him too! There's really nothing to worry about. Understanding is all we need, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Take time to realize that your warmth is crashing down on me.. Take time to realize that I'm on your side.. Didn't I, didn't I tell you? But I can't spell it out for you.. Its never gonna be that simple.. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Realize by Colbie Caillat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onga pala, hindi ako bummer ngayon. Hooray! And please, check out my Multiply. &lt;a href="http://ca3naa.multiply.com/"&gt;(http://ca3naa.multiply.com)&lt;/a&gt; Wala lang. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-7005239256310346893?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/7005239256310346893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=7005239256310346893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7005239256310346893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/7005239256310346893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/date-with-liezel.html' title='A Date with Liezel'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-1210891741031101415</id><published>2008-04-09T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:55:27.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TUA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>Mommas</title><content type='html'>Mommas. Got it? Plural ng momma. Duuuh. Haha. :)) Momma as in mother, mama, nanay, ina, blahblahblah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm referring to my real mom and Mamalah. I was with them the whole day. We went to Trinity Universiy of Asia to make a reservation for Mamalah and pay for our uniform. I ordered 4 sets of uniform last week and Mamalah just ordered 2 sets today. She'll be claiming it by next week. Pabalik balik kami ni Mamalah. We walked from building to another building - from the Admission office to the sewer's office to the cashier then back to the sewer's office again. Di na lang kasi nila pinagsama sa isang building yang offices na yan eh. Haha. Geesh, just imagine how hot it was and I was wearing my Todd's flat shoes. Maybe my feet got bigger coz it was a perfect fit already unlike the last time I wore it during our Intrams - malaki sakin. :)) Buti pa si Mamalah, naka-Havs lang. We ate merienda at the school's cafeteria where my mom stayed while we were doing our stuff in TUA. It wasn't big but it was clean.. and green! Pwede, pwede na rin. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? TriNoma, here we come. :D Una ayaw pa ni Mama pero napilit ko din siya. Haha. Supposedly, pupunta kami ng 8waves ni Mamalah after namin magpunta ng Trinity. "Susunod nlng kami," sabi ko kay Charmaine at Pau. My mom didn't want to so I told her that we'll just go shopping if she won't allow us. So yeah, we did go shopping. Mamalah and I bought a racerback shirt at Landmark. Brown for her, green for me. ;) My mom bought something for my daddy yow but I'm not telling. Haha. :)) Tita Cynthia, Mamalah's mom, texted Marah to buy her something from Flawless. Oooooh. Placenta cream ata yun. We passed by ABU and my mom saw this cute shorts so she bought it for me. I thought she'll be buying it for her. Wala palang size para sa kanya kaya ako na lang binilhan nya. Anyways, lunch time na nun kaya kumain na kami. We're sooooo hungry... na naman. :)) After eating, we checked out for new flip-flops at Havaianas pati sa Crocs. I'll be buying the Sporty Adara from Crocs next week. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left TriNoma at exactly 3:30pm, I think. I bought 2 Skittles and Cheetos Jalapeño from the grocery store before we left TriNoma. Yum yum. :D Cheetos Jalapeño is my new addiction. Me likkey. Haha. When we got home, I slept. Kapagod eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-1210891741031101415?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1210891741031101415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/1210891741031101415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/mommas.html' title='Mommas'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-8762881467422456014</id><published>2008-04-06T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:56:09.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TUA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 08'/><title type='text'>In my some kind of bliss</title><content type='html'>Ang saya saya. :) Bakit kamo? Haha, secret. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'll share. There are two things to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, si Mamalah slash Marah slash Marjorie Anne de Guzman ay pinayagan na ni Tito Mario mag-TUA. :) Basta't ako daw lagi nyang kasama pati na din sa dorm. Oh btw, walking distance lang dorm ko dun! Haha. :D So ayun nga. We'll be visiting TUA next week, Tuesday, April 8. Aaw, malas lang. Outing ng Masinop 06-07 yun eh. :| Try namin humabol ni Mamalah. Sa 8waves pa naman at magsisiksikan kami sa jeep. Hehe. I just don't want to miss all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is nakapag-badminton ulet ako! Gahaha. I &lt;b&gt;really really need&lt;/b&gt; to lose all these fats these summer. The real plan is that we'll be playing at Jcas at around 10am to 4pm. Haha, that long? :)) Since I woke up late and haven't asked permission from my mom, I texted Charmaine that I'll just catch up and be there at 1pm. Pero sabi nya na 1pm na nga lang daw para sabay sabay kami. So, that was fine. I asked permission from my mom after eating breakfast but she told me that there will be a badminton tournament at Jcas for the whole day. Meaning, hindi kami makakapaglaro dun kasi lahat ng courts occupied for sure. Change of plans. I texted Mamalah, Jan Marie and Charmaine regarding about what my mom said and told them that we'll just play at Citywalk. Unlitxt20, thankyouverymuch. :D Anyways, Mamalah suggested something. :)) Isama ko daw si Josef, &lt;b&gt;magbonding kami&lt;/b&gt;. Haha. Sige, go! I invited him. At first, parang ayaw nya pero sinabi din nya na nakakahiya daw pag hindi sya pumunta kasi hindi na nga sya nakapunta samin sa house the other day tapos hindi pa sya pupunta ngayon. Haha. Buti alam mo, Josef! :P He said he'll come. He made me promise not to laugh at his hair when I see him so I did. It was already 1pm but me and Ate Issa aren't leaving the house. My mom said to wait for my dad kasi ihahatid daw kami sa Citywalk. Eh hindi naman! Pero ok lang. :) We left the house at 2pm (Better late than never.) and arrived there at 2:30pm. Mamalah, Jan Marie and Cj with Tita Ruby was already there. Only the five of us played. Josef came. Ang gwaaaaapo nya! ;) He was wearing his black and yellow backpack which I find it very cute. I said, "Hi Josef." Nag-hi din sya. I was busy playing badminton so I haven't talked to him that much. Kinareer ko ang paglalaro. Haha. :)) Good thing that Paparuss, Peter and Mookie went. Para naman hindi ma-OP si Josef noh. Eric, Jan's bf, was there too. Bonding sila ni Tita Ruby. Hehe. Paparuss, Josef and Mookie left early coz IV-Joseph had their swimming at Paradise. Layo noh? Eh teka, feeling naman ni Mookie kasali sya dun. Hahahaha. Josef gave his pasalabong for me, Mamalah and Leah which he bought from Baguio. Aw, ang cute. Small souvenir shirt. As in small talaga. Its only as big as my hands. :D Thanks Josef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/zAb88ii3O*AY4UmVFQzIxTFJz9o62id7qP5Qc2CcaH3LGEPyHd5bNnFe-uSgTjWJ--KPBBU9sjdJQ2C9aFaEsf3l96STB72h/DSC00018.jpg?width=200" alt="" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eh, di daw sya photogenic. Fine. Haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check! Its past 4 so its time to go home. Ang Paa ko, si Peter ihahatid daw kami ni Ate Issa sa bahay. Yehes, may bantay kami. Haha. The three of us went to Bayan to eat. Ate Issa treated us at Dunkin Donuts. We arrived at our house at around.. fvck, I can't remember. :)) Sabi ko kay Ate Issa at Peter na hindi ako matutulog pero kakagising ko lang kaninang 8:30pm. I wasn't able to eat dinner. Wait, I don't eat dinner. True. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, I decided to make this summer to be productive by playing badminton at least once or twice a week. Haha, sana pumayat ako noh. Shall I say reductive rather than productive? Kasi magrereduce ako ng fats, hindi magpproduce? K. Ok, sana nagets nyo. God help me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Badminton ulit bukas with my family! Wee.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-8762881467422456014?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/8762881467422456014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=8762881467422456014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8762881467422456014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/8762881467422456014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-my-some-kind-of-bliss.html' title='In my some kind of bliss'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-5800438489848108675</id><published>2008-03-20T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:03:56.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=480,height=640,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://printetacatrina.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dsc00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://printetacatrina.blogs.friendster.com/catrinaaa_/images/dsc00049.JPG" title="Dsc00049" alt="Dsc00049" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" border="0" height="133" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Short-haired na ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks &lt;u&gt;Kuya Lio&lt;/u&gt; for the free haircut! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nagmukha daw akong bata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; Well, thanks! Haha.&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/3215780234418061848-5800438489848108675?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/5800438489848108675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=5800438489848108675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5800438489848108675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/5800438489848108675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/03/shorter.html' title='Shorter'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-9027820821107028080</id><published>2008-02-26T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:27:19.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><title type='text'>One month and still counting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ahe. Eh kc nghhntyn kaung dlawa. Kng my isang umayus s ineo, for xur mgng maaus lht.ö. Isa lng,"&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter/Feeter/Paa ko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga. Bahala na. Hehe. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-9027820821107028080?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/9027820821107028080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=9027820821107028080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/9027820821107028080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/9027820821107028080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-month-and-still-counting.html' title='One month and still counting..'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-6742643904451999081</id><published>2008-02-17T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:25:33.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSAM'/><title type='text'>Last one</title><content type='html'>Last Acad na pala namin lnung Friday at Saturday, February 15 and 16. Ang lungkot naman. Tas nakakainis pa siya. Naghahanap ng wala, eh ako naman kasama nya. Gara noh? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-6742643904451999081?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/6742643904451999081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=6742643904451999081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6742643904451999081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/6742643904451999081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-one.html' title='Last one'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-795286539118645414</id><published>2008-02-03T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:24:30.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itabi mo ang mga ito sa isang sulok at guguho ang mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Ganito ang nasasaisip ko: sa kailaliman ng kaligayahan, naroroon ang kalungkutan; at kung lalo kang maligaya, lalo ring matindi ang sakit. Subukin mong ihiwalay sa lungkot ang tuwa at mawawalan ka ng kapit sa buhay. Itabi mo ang mga ito sa isang sulok at guguho ang mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tatsulok na Daigdig ni Natsumi Soseki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-795286539118645414?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/795286539118645414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=795286539118645414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/795286539118645414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/795286539118645414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/02/itabi-mo-ang-mga-ito-sa-isang-sulok-at.html' title='Itabi mo ang mga ito sa isang sulok at guguho ang mundo'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-4478390827082788500</id><published>2008-01-27T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:19:29.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Can't let this thing called love get away from you&lt;br /&gt;Feel free right now, going do what you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Can't let nobody take it away, from you, from me, from we&lt;br /&gt;No time for moping around, are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;And no time for negative vibes, cause I'm winning&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long week, I put in my hardest&lt;br /&gt;Gonna live my life, feels so good to get it right&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just Fine, Mary J. Blige&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Yes. :) Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-4478390827082788500?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/4478390827082788500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=4478390827082788500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4478390827082788500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/4478390827082788500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/01/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-304587197777982709</id><published>2008-01-24T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:16:50.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSAM'/><title type='text'>School is cool: January 23</title><content type='html'>Okay. Inaantok na ko actually pero gusto ko magpost muna before I go to sleep. :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to tell. Basta ang masasabi ko lang eh, masaya ako ngayon dahil na naman sa kanya. Kahit ganun siya, siya lang talaga. Hehe. &lt;u&gt;"Thank you."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding school naman.. wala din masyadong nangyari. First day ng Calculus namin ngayon. Absent si Ms. Manicad so we just had our seatwork in Music. Twice kami nagkaroon ng sharing - nung English time &amp; CL time. Naawa lang ako kay Gardi dahil dun sa nashare nya. Aaw. :( Nung BEC, eh ewan. Sabihin na nating may nagiinarte pero ayaw ko na lang makialam. Ayaw niya magsabi eh. Naiintindihan ko siya pero bakit ganun? She said it was okay for her pero kung makapagreact siya sa ginawa ni guy kay girl, parang di pa siya masaya para dun sa dalawa. Wala lang. &lt;b&gt;Sorry po&lt;/b&gt;. Oo, di na talaga. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala. Yun lang. Gusto ko maging akin lang siya. Haha. Selfish, ey? Sorry na. &gt;:) Kawawa naman yung mga nagsisisi. Kung kelan wala, dun hinahanap. Kaartehan. Sorry ka, ako lang daw talaga eh. Mayabang na kung mayabang pero buti nga sayo/ sa inyo. :P Mwahahahaha. Yeah, I'm mean. Mean like a queen. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-304587197777982709?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/304587197777982709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=304587197777982709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/304587197777982709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/304587197777982709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-is-cool-january-23.html' title='School is cool: January 23'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215780234418061848.post-35146017890661938</id><published>2008-01-23T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:14:32.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSAM'/><title type='text'>School is cool: January 22</title><content type='html'>Exam's over &amp; I just got the results. Wala namang bagsak, pasado lahat. Hehe. After a month, exams na naman. Iz juz guureyt. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;b&gt;excited na ko para sa practices ng Academy Day&lt;/b&gt;. :) 3 weeks na lang, Acad na! Yipee. It'll be held for two days - February 15 &amp; 16, Friday &amp; Saturday. Sad to say, it'll also be our last one. :( Aaw. So kailangan i-enjoy na naming Seniors yun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sa school kanina, wala masyadong ginawa. As in wala talaga. It rained in the afternoon so me &amp; my sister got home wet even though we had an umbrella. Yun lang! Hahahahahaha. Oh by the way, meron kaming "bagong" Physics teacher. She's Dra. Zenaida Domingo. Haha. Not sure of her name, pero yun. Nashare lang. :D Oo na, oo na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215780234418061848-35146017890661938?l=cutreenuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/feeds/35146017890661938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215780234418061848&amp;postID=35146017890661938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/35146017890661938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215780234418061848/posts/default/35146017890661938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cutreenuh.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-is-cool-january-22.html' title='School is cool: January 22'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08789740841280874270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gEVaQKo05A/SdoBhymjIfI/AAAAAAAAALY/sxvtvkYsbzU/S220/DSC00129.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
