<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:50:58.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchantress</title><subtitle type='html'>Crazy world of a 16-year-old.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112592924423259167</id><published>2005-09-05T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T07:41:56.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving time</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6343/bangs8pk.jpg" align="left" /&gt;My gosh, how many times have I moved already? I know, I'm annoying all of you already noh. I mean, those who frequently visit my site. Feeling ko naman kasi maraming nagbabasa eh! In fairness, mag f-5 months na tong blog ko sa September 10 (kasabay ng 4 years namin ng barkada ko!) with 5,000 visitors. Gosh, i feel so loved. Nyeh. Haha. So anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am having a HUGE PROBLEM with the site I'm moving to.&lt;/span&gt; I've asked people to open up bituwin.org/shari and it works naman daw. I even have posts in my cbox already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buuuuttt... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I CAN'T OPEN IT IN ANY OF MY BROWSERS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Can someone please educate me in this? What happened?! I don't know what caused this mishap. Rarr, napipikon talaga ako. Kaya I couldn't blog as well, pati FTP ayaw magopen. What's wrong?! Iiyak na talaga ako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short update lang. They {CSA Administration} decided to prolong our agony! They moved the giving of report cards to Tuesday! So pangalawang move na yan! Supposedly, nung Friday pa binigay, tapos dapat bukas! Pero wow, halos one week na move! Sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; na! I am excited, sort of.. but mas lalo lang kasi akong nahihirapan because I keep on wondering if I got good grades ba or not. Argh. Patience, Shari. What else? I haven't  been attending my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steps classes&lt;/span&gt; because of the Cheering. Nakakainis nga eh. Namimiss ko na yung classmates ko pati yung teacher, pati yung sofa with the TV and the magazines. Arrrgh. There will be a recital, like what they have annually, which will be in the Glorietta activity center. I don't know if I'll be joining though, parang tinatamad ako. Also, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bb. CSA&lt;/span&gt; is coming up! We're recruiting candidates so to all Augustinians reading this blog, please please, do join. It's not a pa-kikay, pa-cute, pa-ganda pageant wherein you'd be making pa-cute to everyone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO. &lt;/span&gt;This is actually for a good cause. The Adeodatus Scholarship and Trust Foundation Inc. will be sending scholars to school through this pageant. So there. Anyway, grabe, I have quizzes tomorrow pero I haven't been studying. I won't wonder why my grades this second quarter will go down the drain. Sayang lahat ng pinaghirapan ko nung 1st quarter, babawiin din ng katamaran ko this grading. Argh. I seriously haven't passed a quiz forward without saying, "Miss, wait lang! Last na!". Seryoso, nahihirapan na ako. Anyway, must go study my favorite novel of all time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"TOUCH ME NOT"&lt;/span&gt; I'll be like Crisostomo Ibarra and jet off to a new place to learn now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visit my new site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shari.bituwin.org/"&gt;HTTP://SHARI.BITUWIN.ORG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bituwin.org/"&gt;LAI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for hosting me! I love you to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I will be &lt;u&gt;permanently&lt;/u&gt;, yes, that's right, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt;, moving there once I figure out what the problem is. See you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - 5,000th visitor must inform me! Take a screenshot if you possibly could! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112592924423259167?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112592924423259167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112592924423259167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112592924423259167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112592924423259167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving-time.html' title='moving time'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112582474756766495</id><published>2005-09-04T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T02:05:47.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just updating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img369.imageshack.us/img369/5944/img091225my.jpg" align="left" /&gt; Wahahaha, the vaintastic five. I love my classmates. ♥ Anyway, I had practice in school yesterday. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; late. Practice was from 8 am - 4 pm and what time did I wake up? &lt;u&gt;11 am!&lt;/u&gt; Galing talaga, Shari!  So I took a bath and ate breakfast as fast as I could but what time did my dad arrive?! 12:30 pm! Woohoo,  super impatient pa naman ako! Nakakainis. Tuloy, I arrived in school around 1pm na. They were in the Head Teacher's office pa because katatapos lang ng break. We were told by Mrs. Blaquera that we had to revise our routine steps because they didn't suit our theme which was Encantadia. We're warriors/princesses/fairies daw kasi. So there. Plus, the band was also told to change the sound of some of the cheers so it would be more encantadia-ish. Then yon, we listened to the sound changes and shit. We changed some of our steps and basically, stared blankly at the manila paper where our cheers were written. Also, our cheering expenses are magastos! Man, the cheering costume palang is Php 1,900! Wala pang shoes. We have to pay for the batch shirt pa! Tapos, jackets rin if we want to have one. Grabe, mahirap ang buhay ngayon noh. Plus, I can't keep on asking my parents for money! Wow, next year magssquad nalang ako or magppep-squad, less gastos pa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112582474756766495?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112582474756766495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112582474756766495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112582474756766495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112582474756766495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-updating.html' title='Just updating.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112558566443951818</id><published>2005-09-01T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:04:36.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout, oh yeh!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am alive and kickin! I finally decided to use my Blogger again just because. ♥ Anyway, I have a &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; layout obviously! Sinipag akong gumawa kanina eh! It features some of &lt;em&gt;my girls&lt;/em&gt;. Na-wrong spelling pa ako sa &lt;em&gt;separately&lt;/em&gt;, spot niyo nalang, copy paste lang kasi eh! Nakakaasar, rarr. Anyway, after almost 2 months, saka lang ako uli gumawa ng bago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been okay naman. It's just that this start of the 2nd quarter, sobrang tinamad na ako mag-aral. Sa lahat ng naging quiz namen so far, I never &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; studied for one. As in, right before the quiz, titingnan ko lang yung notes ko tapos yun na. &lt;em&gt;Instant aral.&lt;/em&gt; Sana naman magbago ako noh. This is not going to work. Rarr. Can not wait for a new seating arrangement on Monday. JOY. HAPPINESS. OH YES. I just argh, can't take someone. Basta basta. Also, report cards will be given on Tuesday. I can wait. Must not see grades or else. Anyway, I'm going to sleep na. Oh and I must share, everytime I sleep super late, like 2am.. I surprisingly am more awake the next morning than when I sleep early like mga 10-11pm. Weird. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112558566443951818?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112558566443951818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112558566443951818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112558566443951818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112558566443951818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-layout-oh-yeh.html' title='new layout, oh yeh!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112501579678373799</id><published>2005-08-25T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T17:23:16.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporarily Moved.</title><content type='html'>Well, as you may have all noticed, I haven't been updating much.. here. It's because I don't feel this site anymore. I've been blogging in another site.. which I think is more user-friendly if not for the lecheng textbox where you type your thoughts. Anyway, I will update here naman and eventually change my layout but not anytime soon. I'll be over at my other blog. See you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/shariism"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://xanga.com/shariism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be keeping this though. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112501579678373799?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112501579678373799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112501579678373799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112501579678373799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112501579678373799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/08/temporarily-moved.html' title='Temporarily Moved.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112359025036111396</id><published>2005-08-09T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T04:40:01.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toni's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 257px;" src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/6307/bdaytoni0eb.png" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY EVER DEAREST &lt;i&gt;KABARKADA&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;TONI MEDINA&lt;/strong&gt;! Love you Toni! Happy Sweet 16th year!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quick entry lang. Science [Chem] and CLE exams are over. Chem was okay, it wasn't that hard. Pero wow, grabe naman sa hirap yung CLE! Super confusing! We were all used to our teacher's questions kaya nagkanda-leche leche talaga kami kanina. Anyway, tomorrow -- god, KILLER exams! &lt;strong&gt;Math and Filipino&lt;/strong&gt;! Talagang pinagsabay! Postulates, theorems, and the proving! Lord, please, wag ninyo ako iwan. I don't wanna pass my paper soaking with tears and blood. Tapos Filipino pa! I never ever thought studying would be &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; hard. Anyway, gotta go. Lots of things pa to be studied. I read Chapter 1-7 of Noli Me Tangere from 2:30 p.m. - 3:45 p.m. Ganyan na ako ka seryoso sa pagaaral ngayon! Kahit gaano ka lalim, sisisid ako! Pray for me guys. I really really need it. Good luck to everyone as well. Mwah mwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112359025036111396?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112359025036111396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112359025036111396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112359025036111396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112359025036111396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/08/tonis-birthday.html' title='Toni&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112299559010106984</id><published>2005-08-02T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T08:21:27.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a failure!</title><content type='html'>I failed Math by one point. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34/50&lt;/span&gt;. Even if I got 35, I wouldn't be satisfied. The Long Test was easier than I expected. It was hard, to say the least. But not hard as I thought it would be. Tapos I failed pa! I did not quite expect that. I was expecting to get at most 10 mistakes. I passed my quizzes naman, but oh well. That's MATH. I feel like such a failure. I've been working my ass off and it's not even good enough. Lots of luck, Sharina. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams week next week. My brain shall be full of Noli notes, [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puro enumeration pa yun ah!] &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;math postulates, theorems and definitions. Science [Chemistry] is a bit easy, I'm not really having that much difficulty with it. So as with Social Studies and English. Oh can I just share that I am such a huge fan of Camelot? Damn, I find my inner self screaming for joy every time the orange mobile's entered in the classroom. That's how much of a dork I am now. Anyway, I'm just super pissed that FILIPINO AND MATH are scheduled on the same day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOY.&lt;/span&gt; I'd rather it be English and Filipino &amp; Science and Math..it'll be easier, well for me anyway. Okay okay, I shall stop with the whining and complaining now. I mean, even if they make it one test per day, I'd still fail Filipino. [That's the spirit Shari, be a pessimist.] Okay, so I'm obviously not making any more sense here. I'll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stressed out, depressed, lonely and down inside lately. I don't know why naman. I've been trying to be happy lately but whenever I contemplate about how I really feel, it hits me that I'm not as happy as I am inside like what I'm showing outside. Something's missing but I don't know what it is. Maybe I've been trying too hard to excel that I forgot about being happy? I'm not quite sure. Hopefully the next few days will go along fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reactions regarding the last post. THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO ACTUALLY ANSWERED. Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theprinsesa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gliza&lt;/a&gt;: ♥ Worst thing about SHARI is that she can be stubborn and demanding. -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my gosh, I am totally aware of this but how did you know I was? Hehehe. Coolness. I mean, ganoon ba ako ka-stubborn and demanding na pati online friends ko alam yon?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eenah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inna&lt;/a&gt;: ♥ Worst thing about SHARI is she's makulet wen she sleeps. haha.. galaw ng galaw! :P -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woohooohoo, true friend! Alam talaga, thanks Inna. I mean, not that I take it as a compliment. Natatawa lang ako thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://49.raindown.org/"&gt;Tini&lt;/a&gt;: ♥ If I were alone in a room with SHARI, I would HAVE TONS OF PICTURES IN MY DIGICAM. HAH -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love this answer. Haha. Tama, Tins. Tama.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;           ♥ SHARI reminds me of DENISE LACONICO. Not because you look like each other, basta lang! Yun na yon. HAHA -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woohoohoo, BEST ANSWER ever. Wala akong masabi, speechless my dear.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Memories of SHARI are ANYTHING PINK and PIGTAILS. Naalala ko nung Grade 6 ka! Nakapigtails ka parati! HAHA -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww, naaalala mo pa. Hahaha, napatawa ako dun ah. Lungkot nga nun eh, not in good terms pa tayo. tsk tsk, those were the days. Eh ako, gusto mo sabihin ko yung memories of Tini ko? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/%7Efeistydork"&gt;Eica&lt;/a&gt;: ♥&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SHARI reminds me of inna. hehe=D -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swerte naman ni Inna! Pang ilang beses na yan ah! ;) Hahah. Thanks Eica dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;♥ If I were alone in a room with SHARI, I would pester her about all things photoshop. -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd have to apologize because I swear I can not teach clearly. Even ask Inna, sobrang labo ko magturo! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And one of the most common answers.. [except the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Shari"&lt;/span&gt;. It's a given, I know you all do! Hahaha, joke!]&lt;br /&gt;♥ SHARI needs a boyfriend. HAHA -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO COMMENT. WAHAHAHAHA. But seriously, I have one. GOD. Siya lang, okay na ako. &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still comment and answer the questions below this entry if you want. I'd enjoy reading your answers ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112299559010106984?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112299559010106984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112299559010106984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112299559010106984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112299559010106984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-failure.html' title='I&apos;m a failure!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112281165032430545</id><published>2005-07-31T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T05:13:44.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill it up!</title><content type='html'>My dear friends, online and offline, classmates, girls, boys, baklas, tomboys, butiki, unggoys..&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks for me ♥ Mwah. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[CTRL+C and CTRL+V shall do the trick!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I ___ SHARI.&lt;br /&gt;2. SHARI is ___.&lt;br /&gt;3. If I were alone in a room with SHARI, I would ___.&lt;br /&gt;4. I think SHARI should ___.&lt;br /&gt;5. SHARI needs ___.&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to ___ SHARI.&lt;br /&gt;7. Someday SHARI will be ___.&lt;br /&gt;8. SHARI reminds me of ___.&lt;br /&gt;9. Without SHARI, ___.&lt;br /&gt;10. Memories of SHARI are ___.&lt;br /&gt;11. SHARI can be ___.&lt;br /&gt;12. Worst thing about SHARI is ___.&lt;br /&gt;13. Best thing about SHARI is ___.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am ___ SHARI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be waiting. Speak the truth, okay? I shall not take it against you. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112281165032430545?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112281165032430545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112281165032430545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112281165032430545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112281165032430545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/07/fill-it-up.html' title='Fill it up!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112225431978877318</id><published>2005-07-24T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:35:39.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friends.</title><content type='html'>I feel so blessed to have been given two wonderful best friends that have been with me ever since my world began.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/its_me_kat"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt; and Menay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/3919/6thbday2tr.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my 6th birthday party in the school we all went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/6176/bdaycake2zi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sweet 16th year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/6156/shamenkat3do.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been there for me all throughout.&lt;br /&gt;[L-R: Me, Menay and Kat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, a part of my life is leaving and migrating to the States. My ever so dearest best friends since we were little kids who knew nothing then but to eat, sleep, play and more play, Kat, has left for California and will be back who knows when. She has left for the States a year ago as well but we all knew she was coming back so we weren't that much depressed as we are now because she's gonna be studying there until college. The worst thing is we all knew she was going back to the States but we did NOT seize the remaining weeks she had left here in the Philippines. We had her despedida last Saturday and it was fun spending the time with her and all. I just wish we could've talked more and bonded more before she left. But now it's too late..&lt;br /&gt;Kat has been one of the most important people in my life. If a life story about myself had to be done, she would be one of the persons who can narrate almost everything that happened to me. We were innocent little kids who grew up to be wonderful teenagers together. From our Polly Pocket, chinese garter, jackstones and touchball days to algebra, biology and partying. She was the one who taught me how to play Tong-its. She was the one whom I can call on if ever we wanted to go out of the house and go to the mall. We'd make takas and ride along on a taxi to Rockwell or Glorietta. 2 summers ago, Menay, Kat and I would wake up early and go to the park to jog for supposedly 30 minutes, but 5 minutes palang, pagod na kami. So we go to the badminton court and play our asses off just to pig out in the Burger House after playing. We would watch movies after and eat again. We knew what was going on in each other's lives well enough. But now, now that she's off and hoppin' in the plane to the U.S., we do not know what is going on in each other's lives anymore. Everything she mentions in her blog before even when she was still in the U.S., I would know about. But now, I don't know anything happening anymore. I feel so bad because I knew I wasn't able to be there for her when she needed me most. I spent the whole night crying last night because I can't do anything about it anymore. I feel like I have been such a useless bestfriend. Having a friend who's going abroad is far worse than losing a boyfriend. I felt to helpless last night because I couldn't talk to anyone. I just felt like a huge part of my life is going away and I can't ever take that. But anyway, things always have a reason for it to be happening. There is always that purpose behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything, Kat. Despite of every little and big thing that happened, you are still there for me. I am sorry for all my shortcomings and my problems that have affected you as well. I hope that even if we are thousands of miles apart from each other, we would always be updated with one another. I am just an email away, just like before. I love you so much Kat. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/8249/forkat8xo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;                           Though we are miles apart, we'd always be connected in our hearts. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112225431978877318?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112225431978877318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112225431978877318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112225431978877318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112225431978877318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/07/best-friends.html' title='Best friends.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112203486324354616</id><published>2005-07-22T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T05:21:03.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things happenings, so little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It seems that everyone's getting back together.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for my friends that are rekindling the fire with their ex beaus. I hope this time it shall work out you guys. IT MUST. It warms my heart seeing couples working hard for their relationship to succeed. It's so endearing as well to see couples being sweet to one another. But on the other hand, there would be events when I'd feel sad because it does get a little lonely sometimes. I love the feeling of being cared for, taken care of and loved truly by someone whom you know that no matter what happens, will still open-armly hug you no matter how many flaws you have or how many mistakes you commit. It's really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakakamiss&lt;/span&gt;. Although I'd rather stay single and enjoy the freedom with my friends than getting into a relationship with someone just because having a boyfriend makes you "cool like that". I want someone whom I shall never get tired of seeing and hearing from. Haaay nako, tama na nga, nalulungkot lang ako eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science and Math long tests are over! Thank God! I survived. But I want to cry because I failed Noli Me Tangere [Filipino] because I WASN'T ABLE TO STUDY AT ALL! My groupmates and I did this Social Studies project here at home 'till 11! So goodbye Noli, I'm forgetting all about you. My goodness, I got a 44/85!!! I wanted to cry but I couldn't because I expected it! Well, at least we got the exemption for the other project in Social because our hieroglyphics project was great daw. Dapat lang noh! I failed Filipino for that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is Kat's despedida! I have to prepare for that. I have cheering practice and Steps classes in the morning pa. Rarr. Anyway, gotta go. A more reflective blog next time! MWAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112203486324354616?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112203486324354616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112203486324354616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112203486324354616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112203486324354616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-many-things-happenings-so-little.html' title='So many things happenings, so little time.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112158206988848017</id><published>2005-07-16T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:34:29.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie mania.</title><content type='html'>I watched 3 movies in a row, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herbie Fully Loaded&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If Only&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Police Story&lt;/span&gt; last Friday, Saturday and Sunday respectively.&lt;br /&gt;♥ First off, &lt;u&gt;Herbie&lt;/u&gt; is just the cutest lil thing! I fell in love with him. Uber cuteness. And Lindsay actually looked good there! Too bad she doesn't now.&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;u&gt;If Only&lt;/u&gt; must be the greatest love story I have ever watched in my entire life. I don't know but it was just super sad in a good way. I loved how it was freaky, romantic and funny all at the same time. It was able to purge my emotions so well that I cried my eyes out for almost the entire movie. It had funny parts as well, just like the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew it, I knew it, I knew you'd be here!"&lt;/span&gt; It's a must-see for all heartbroken people out there! Haha, mas maffeel niyo lalo yung heartaches niyo! Kidding. But really, it was just superb. Really sad, though.&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;u&gt;New Police Story&lt;/u&gt; is a cool movie! I loved Jackie Chan, his partner, Nicholas Tse and the leader of the Gang Five group, Daniel Wu. Hotness personified. Rawr. Anyway, it was such a funny movie with sad parts as well, lalo na yung last part. I so got teary-eyed on that last scene. It was a terrific movie by Jackie again. He cried so many times! I won't tell the story, so you must watch it! Ang galing talaga! I thought I'd sleep through it lang kasi action isn't my type of genre but wow, I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do this week! Long tests are coming up and we started the dreaded PROVING in Geometry already. Good Lord, help me please. Tomorrow, we have a tabloo reporting in Social Studies. Arawag fever, ya`ll. The super arte, most O.C. teacher of  all time! Rarr. On the other hand though, our cheering routine is well on its way. We are halfway through the CSA Cheers and Yells! Hooray! Haha, so there, update lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112158206988848017?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112158206988848017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112158206988848017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112158206988848017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112158206988848017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/07/movie-mania.html' title='movie mania.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112108565972953798</id><published>2005-07-11T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T04:35:23.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everytime i see you near.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You shouldn't dwell on the wrong choices you've made during the past that much. It made you who you are now. Just learn from them so you could keep from committing the same mistakes in the future." &lt;/span&gt;-- reflection earlier during the recessional prayer in school. Wow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;panama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't care. I shouldn't feel anything anymore. But why is it that everytime I'm reminded, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can still feel the pain&lt;/span&gt;. My heart still suffers the misery. I am still affected. Not with the pain that you've caused me. But with the pain that I've caused both of us. It's been over a year but the memories we've shared are still fresh in my mind. Things will never be the same again, that I know for sure. I don't really wish for it to be back because I can see we're happy the way we are now. I just want the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurting to stop&lt;/span&gt;. I know letting you go was one of the biggest mistakes in my life. I am fully aware of that, thanks to my close friends and classmates. Why did I have to make the 'wrong' decision?! I don't necessarily want to bring back the past, I just want to prepare myself for the future. I want to look you in the eye and say I'm okay. If I could undo everything, I definitely would. Why am I hurting still, you ask? Probably because it's only now that I fully realize how important you really are to me and how clean and real your intentions were with me before. For every guy that passes, I realize more and more how different you are from them, how 'perfect' you are. But I guess, it's never gonna be. It's just a sad reality in my life that I must stop myself from wallowing and reminiscing over and over again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things don't happen for a reason.&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you. I'm sorry for not appreciating what you've done for me before. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You just don't know what you've got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;`TIL IT'S GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You try to be strong, but the pain keeps holding on and all that you can do is CRY...&lt;br /&gt;When the last teardrop falls, I will stand tall and know that you're here with me, in my heart.. when the last teardrop falls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112108565972953798?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112108565972953798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112108565972953798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112108565972953798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112108565972953798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/07/everytime-i-see-you-near.html' title='everytime i see you near.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112096735032360219</id><published>2005-07-09T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T21:31:38.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ehmahgawd. NEW LAYOUT!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven't updated for ages. I can't open BLOGGER in my browser for weeks! ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW LAYOUT!&lt;/span&gt; Yes, another new layout with my stressed face on it! Haha. Sorry for the vanity. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VANITY is the BEST POLICY.&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes, haha. Anyway, I made it an hour ago due to my boredom. I woke up at 9 am today and I've been sitting infront of my laptop since. It's simple lang. Not much effects on it. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fantastic 4&lt;/span&gt; last night with my family and can I just say that CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY is a thing of the past? CHRIS EVANS ♥ is the TORCHNESS [hotter than hot! supernova hot!] nowadays! Well, for me anyway. I just fell in love with his role in the movie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where are your ears?", "That is gross!", "Why, thank you, so are you!". &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. But I did learn something from the movie that I can apply in school. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEMISTRY 101&lt;/span&gt;". Oh well, so much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/span&gt; last week and well, what can I say? Blah. I don't know. It was okay, I guess. I didn't fully enjoy it. Doomsday films aren't my type of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;♥ I fixed &lt;a href="http://eenah.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Inna's&lt;/a&gt; new blog site! &lt;a href="http://eenah.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Visit her NOW!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I went to Essensuals Toni&amp;amp;Guy last Monday and got a new haircut! Goodbye long hair! I shall see you again in the next 2 years! Haha =P&lt;br /&gt;♥ I am continuing my Streetdance lessons in Steps so I have dance classes again every Thursday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;♥ We [cheerleaders] watched the Cheering Competition last year on tape and boy, did we SUCK. I don't want to further elaborate on it because we were overly SABOG.&lt;br /&gt;♥ I still abhor Geometry. I don't think that'll ever change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112096735032360219?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112096735032360219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112096735032360219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112096735032360219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112096735032360219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/07/ehmahgawd-new-layout.html' title='ehmahgawd. NEW LAYOUT!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-112004177753101026</id><published>2005-06-29T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T03:43:25.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKIN GEOMETRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OMFG.&lt;/b&gt; I did not expect that the Geometry quiz would be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THAT  EFFING HARD! &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I swear, I can die now! My 2 nights of pagpuyat ALL WENT TO WASTE because I did not UNDERSTAND anything. I mean, out of 30 items, I probably answered half lang and I'm not sure pa with those answers. If I get a 2 digit score, I'd consider myself lucky already. Man, I fcuked up BIG TIME. I wanted to cry upon scanning the quiz because I could tell that all the things I studied won't help! Hay nako, I just feel so down today. I hate hate hate it. I'm a perfectionist, I must admit. But this time, mediocrity can't even save me. It's just so frustrating. I never knew 3rd year would be this fuckin hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I tried to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; optimistic&lt;/span&gt; when it came to entering 3rd year high school! But look at what happened to me, I got dissapointed because I expected too much. That's where my so called "philosophy" comes in: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's better to look at the negative side of things so that when it turns out good, you'd be happier. Unlike when you expect positive things, that, when it turns out bad, you'd just feel very frustrated and dismayed. &lt;/span&gt;I know it's such a negative statement but it's true. The key to life is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lower expectations&lt;/span&gt;. We expect too much, I guess. Now that I feel like I've hit rock bottom, what more in the coming months and the lessons ahead? After [hopefully] passing 3rd year, I'd throw a huge huge huge huge huge "Farewell Geometry" party and you are all invited :) Haha. I have to go, MORE QUIZZES TOMORROW. Oh happy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-112004177753101026?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112004177753101026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=112004177753101026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112004177753101026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/112004177753101026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/06/fuckin-geometry.html' title='FUCKIN GEOMETRY!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111996442732762171</id><published>2005-06-28T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T06:25:50.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GEOMETRY SUCKS BIG TIME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 165px; height: 251px;" src="http://img143.echo.cx/img143/8500/crazy0fl.gif" align="right" /&gt; This is what happens when you've had too much Geometry. You &lt;b&gt;explode&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[Karen and I had a little photo shoot in my room to get our minds off of our Geometry quiz tomorrow! Grabe, you should see our wacked up poses! Haha=P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious, Geometry is killing all my brain cells. I am forced to think critically. I hate thinking. I would rather do Algebra 24/7 than analyze what the relationship between the point, the line and the plane is in Euclidean geometry! It sucks talaga. I know I'm being such a brat that I have to complain and whine here in my blog [but this is mine, so bug off! haha, just kidding!] but I just can not take it! There are times when I'd be so OA and feel like I wanna cry na because I am just so boggled with the question but being the Augustinian that I am [naks! ;)], I think otherwise. I think of happy moments that I've had in the past and think of picture my future in my mind because I know that after all these sufferings, there is still that "silver lining" to look forward to. A lot of people have been helping me [and it really means a lot] but this time, I have to do it on my own. Can you believe that I actually studied Math from 9pm - 11pm last night because we were supposed to have a quiz earlier! It was postponed because we had an activity in the Gym. I wasnt truly relieved, I just got even more nervous because the students from the other sections said that the quiz was unbelievably tough. It was all about analyzing and critical thinking. I memorized the postulates and theorems for nothing daw! Rarr, i can not believe it. Argh. I was up all night studying tapos I find out I studied for nothing!? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goshness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't log in to Blogger these past few days so I couldn't blog. I forgot my Wordpess password in my other blog so I couldn't blog there either. I am such a dork. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ulianin &lt;/span&gt;na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we had this dance earlier in the gym for the Club Presentation and can I just say, I sucked big time. My co-dancers were great, I must say, they were fantastic but it was just one of my worst performances mainly because my face got hit by a foot when we were doing the so-called stunts! Damn, major pahiya! Good thing I was on the side and that HOPEFULLY that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;did not see it! Kakaasar talaga! Another one to add to my embarrasment book! Haha=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FRIEND, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICA FERNANDO&lt;/span&gt;!  ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111996442732762171?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111996442732762171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111996442732762171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111996442732762171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111996442732762171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/06/geometry-sucks-big-time.html' title='GEOMETRY SUCKS BIG TIME.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111944640876363899</id><published>2005-06-22T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T06:20:08.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LAYOUT ONCE AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Yes, after 10 years, I decided to create a new layout. I'm sorry if it's blinding because I was just so inspired to make that layout yesterday after having a mother&amp;*@~! hard time understanding the postulates and theorems in geometry. I feel so lost. Parang first time ko kasing hindi makasunod sa lesson eh, nakakaiyak. Not to be mayabang naman or anything, but I can, most of the time, follow what the teacher's explaining. Kaya lang wow, this time, hindi talaga. Parang gusto ko i-freeze yung moment dahil nalilito ako at di talaga makasunod! Rarr.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SO ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;, the layout's just simple, as you can see. I just blended together some pictures I took right then and there just to put a layout together. Don't worry, I'll make a new one right away naman eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, today's another bad day for me! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was late for the flag ceremony&lt;/span&gt;! I arrived at past 7:30 in school, not knowing that there was a flag ceremony [something made it a little exciting though because when I got down from my car, I saw *toot* on my way inside as he was going out!]. When I got to the covered courts, announcements na so it means I missed the ceremony itself. Rarr. Tapos pinatawag lahat ng improper haircut sa boys tapos mahahaba yung skirt sa girls!  Knowing mine was almost to my ankle, siyempre &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HULI AKO! &lt;/span&gt;Ang saya talaga ng araw na to. Buti nalang di ako na-BR. Tomorrow pupuntahan ako sa classroom ng head teacher para tingnan kung maikli na [pinatahi ba naman sakin at gusto na daw niya makita agad bukas! sorry siya absent ako bukas!]. And then, I told her na we had a quiz so her lectures about proper uniform to the girls was cut short kasi we needed to go up. Pagka-akyat namin, shet, QUIZ AGAD! Eh hindi pa naman ako nag-aral dahil ginawa ko tong layout na to kagabi! I forgot all about the Filipino quiz! Kaya wow, passing lang ako. I mean, kakablog ko pa nga lang diba how I LOVED Rizal's life story!? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I knew deep down I deserved a better grade and I could've gotten a perfect score if only I had read my notes fully&lt;/span&gt;. But no, I just had to make a layout. Rarr. ANOTHER LESSON LEARNED. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STUDY FIRST BEFORE MAKING A DAMN LAYOUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So anyway, I gotta go. I'm going to blog next time and of course, make a better layout! That's all for today.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111944640876363899?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111944640876363899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111944640876363899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111944640876363899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111944640876363899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-layout-once-again.html' title='NEW LAYOUT ONCE AGAIN!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111892025987593196</id><published>2005-06-16T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T05:10:49.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Warning: Tagalog - English - Tagalog - Taglish blog ahead. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laptop in my room that my dad gave me fucked up again. It's just super slooooooow talaga. It takes 5 minutes to open a program! So tinatamad na kong mag-internet 'cause of that. There's probably a virus already but then I couldn't open the Antivirus program because the moment it opens, nag-hang na yung computer. Argh. &lt;strong&gt;Talagang di ako pinapagamit ng laptop dahil may pasok na eh! &lt;/strong&gt;Kase bawal talaga ako gumamit kapag may school the next day. Eh hello? Nasa room ko naman so I can make takas and surf anyway. Pero wow, the forces must be with my dad dahil talagang timing na nagka-virus siya ngayon! So wala talaga kong chance maka-internet. I'm using my dad's laptop pala now, which we are forbidden to use because na-virus narin to before dahil daw samin, yeah riiight. Anywho, he's not here naman so takas blog lang. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's okay. I'm getting along with some of my classmates, I guess. I don't wanna go into details with that ;) [Kasi wala namang details eh!] It's just UBER cold in my place. I'm chilling na talaga, literally. Sobrang nanginginig na ako dahil nakakalimutan kong magdala ng jacket. Andrei, my classmate nung 1st year as well, is my hero dahil pinapahiram niya ako ng jacket niya kapag nakikita niya akong sobrang nilalamig na. It's okay for me na ganon pero it's distracting kasi eh. I can't concentrate on my work or on the topic kasi nanginginig talaga ako! So yeah, I swear to always bring a jacket with me EVERY single day na. Nasanay kasi ako last year, first two months namen, sira yung aircon so our windows were always open! Bilang na bilang ko yung days na malamig last year eh! ;) Hahaha. Now, it's the total opposite! Yung place ko pa talaga yung pinakamalamig dahil dun tumatama yung air nung aircon! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Jose Rizal's [Jose Protacio Mercado Rizal y Alonzo Realonda] life story in Filipino kanina. Ngayon ko lang na-realize na super &lt;strong&gt;hero &lt;/strong&gt;talaga siya [superhero! haha]. He went to different countries even if he was lacking in money just to study while we do our best to get out of school right away! He was super tiyaga in studying, going from Ateneo Municipal, University of Santo Tomas to Barcelona, Paris and Madrid. He wrote all sorts of things just to convey to the Filipinos what the Spaniards were doing to them. Walang takot pa siyang bumalik sa Pilipinas para harapin ang mga taong nagsasabing duwag siya. [San ka pa?!] I couldn't believe I found myself teary-eyed during the part where he was sentenced to death [loser, i know. it's just how i am, sorry ah! alam kong may magrereact diyan eh! you know who you are! to those not affected, keep on readin` haha.] He wasn't even permitted to see his dad before he passed away. Tapos, the family wasn't allowed to claim the body as well so Jose Rizal wasn't buried in a casket. Tinapon lang somewhere yung body niya. I can say that I'm really inspired after watching the movie. Kahit na hindi siguro ganun ka-dali i-sacrifice yung buhay natin para sa Pilipinas dahil kahit ilan na nga ang namamatay, mas nagiging malala yung sitwasyon natin eh, may magagawa pa ba yung pagiging martyr ngayon?!? &lt;strong&gt;But the movie really inspired me to study harder and excel even more because it just proves how powerful education is. &lt;/strong&gt;It can make or break a country ;) If we [the Youth] are the hope of the country, how can we make that happen if now palang, we don't study well? Your career, whatever it may be, &lt;em&gt;pagiging artista or basketbolista, &lt;/em&gt;that can be taken away from you in a blink of an eye, but as &lt;em&gt;gasgas &lt;/em&gt;as it may sound, it's still what's in your brain that can not be taken away from you. Tanggalin pa nila yung utak mo, wala parin silang makukuha! =P So yes, even if I'm lazy as ever, I decided to study hard this year and give it my best shot. No matter how tough the going gets. Chemistry, Geometry, Trigonometry?!.. &lt;strong&gt;CHUVA LANG YAN!&lt;/strong&gt; [How i wish I could still say this when we're in the middle of the school year na!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher alert! Oh mee gosh, where has the sexiness gone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 387px" height="671" src="http://img54.echo.cx/img54/2281/ashton7xv.jpg" width="514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise, through the years, is still the HOT one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y215/tvs_/ew-jun17-05-002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y215/tvs_/ew-jun17-05-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short nga lang =P [Ok lang yan, kung naging matangkad siya, perfect na siya! Eh wala namang perfect eh!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commenters are loved as always =P&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this sabog post, I just thought I needed to update you with my life =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111892025987593196?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111892025987593196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111892025987593196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111892025987593196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111892025987593196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/06/punishment.html' title='Punishment.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111840324237587265</id><published>2005-06-10T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T04:35:56.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY FCK!</title><content type='html'>First of all, school was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;. First three days were orientation. Orientation na paulit-ulit lang ever since Prep! Nakakainis. Ang boring, sobra! As if naman makaklimutan namin yun lahat diba?! Wala pa akong makausap. Damn. My classmates are okay but they aren't really noisy, I mean, noisy in a good way. They're just too passive. Wala nang humihirit unlike last year na super kahit ano nalang hinihiritan! But oh well, I don't really expect this year to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; because anyway. It's going to be a really stressful year ahead so I can't complain and just expect the worst but ofcourse, hope for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Shmiet. I've always wanted to eat healthy and lose weight but then, whenever I try, I always end up doing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seafood&lt;/span&gt; diet ;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see food, I eat it.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. =P Rarr. I keep on thinking it's easy to lose weight during summer pero wow, hindi pala! But now, I don't really care anymore. Sawa na ko! If I want to eat, I eat it. I don't restrict myself from anything except junk food, not only because of the fattening effect but also because of the fact that it contributes to the pain I suffer when I get my period. I mean, I don't want to die [knocks on wood!] not having tasted a Go Nuts Donut or all the ice cream flavors in the world. I mean, life is short and it'll be really miserable if I go on a diet and limit myself from the food I eat. So what if the generation now dictates that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIN IS IN&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLAB IS STILL FAB! &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. I just hate it when people always say, "I'm so fat, I'm so fat!" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially when they're really NOT!&lt;/span&gt; I mean, hello!? Would a few flabs kill you!? So what if you're fat?! Would a true friend tell you, "I'm sorry, you're fat, you can't be my friend"?! Diba? It's just so irritating. So what if you're fat, does that mean you're unimportant? That you're a nobody?! That you don't desrve the same respect others give thin people? Argh. It's so irritating and so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;superficial&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah, diet shmiet. Eat what you want and don't let other people keep you from eating just because they might think you're fat. That doesn't mean you're stupid and dumb. So what if you aren't as thin as those anorexic supermodels?! [I'm not stereotyping. There are really anorexic supermodels and I am referring to them, not to all the supermodels.] You are human and God does not restrict people from entering heaven just because they're fat. He will accept you with open arms. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't live for people's opinions, live for God's opinion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes, or TOMKAT, have a really funny clip. &lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/poptoons/tomcruise_katieholmes.asp"&gt;Click here and see!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tom taking Katie to the Candy Shop. It really made me laugh my ass off. You should check it out as well. I've been reading a lot of celebrity sites like, &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/"&gt;perezhilton.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://danasdirt.blogspot.com/"&gt;danasdirt&lt;/a&gt;. It's cool actually to see Hollywood stars and their stories. Go read and waste your time as well ;) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nako, another thinning person, haha. Everyone's getting thin nowadays. Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Ritchie, every single one. Hay nako, kaka-sabi ko nga lang diet shmiet diba? Haha. So yeah, Hilary looks like she's been smoking some crack as well. Tsk tsk. Gimme some of that nga! Rawr =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 409px;" src="http://img295.echo.cx/img295/8264/hd15kr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111840324237587265?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111840324237587265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111840324237587265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111840324237587265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111840324237587265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-fck.html' title='FIRST DAY FCK!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111807270476208196</id><published>2005-06-06T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:11:05.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost fulfilled dreams.</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned in my last entry, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lot Like Love&lt;/span&gt; is the next movie on my list. I finally was able to watch it earlier with my friends, Menay, Pau and Patty [Grabe, love ko talaga yung Barbecue popcorn ng Taters!]. So there, the movie is, well, for me, okay lang. I mean, there were some dull parts that were really dragging. Buuut Ashton Kutcher and Amanda Peet's character were really cute. I loved the New Year's kiss. The bump on the glass window was hilarious. Haha, I laughed out loud talaga. And being the uber sensitive one, I cried pa. Yeah, I'm really emotional. Na-feel ko talaga yung movie! I wanna watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coach Carter&lt;/span&gt; naman, but I doubt I'll be able to pa 'cause school na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, speaking of school which is in 2 days time, I went to school earlier to check out my section this school year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna cry!!!&lt;/span&gt; I know it's so shallow but ever since I entered High School, I've never had a kabarkada who I'm in the same class with! I'm so cursed. I feel so isolated from my friends. During 1st year, I was miserable because it was my first year in High school and yet, I wasn't close to any of my classmates. 14 lang kaming girls pa so super konti lang namen. Last year naman, I had no kabarkada as well until &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/its_me_kat" target="new"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt; came along last January. Tapos this year, wala na naman. Argh, pikon talaga ako. But then again, maybe God's just trying to make me more independent. I mean, when I get to College rin naman, I doubt if I still am going to be with all my friends in one school diba so maybe this is a training ground for me so if I enter college, I won't be too dependent on anyone [Naks, Shari is that you? For the first time, naging optimistic ka ah!]. So there, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://tinypic.com/5oiel1" target="new"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the reason why I can't update here agad. Haha, not to be mayabang or anything, but it really makes me slack off from blogging, texting, eating, everything. Haha, not naman all, but you get the picture. I just find it rude kasi if I don't reply to my ka-chat eh, especially since I know most of them offline so I really have to reply. That's why most of the time, I'm invisible lang ;) I find it nice though that my buddies there care for me because I once had this status message that said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im so not happy".&lt;/span&gt; And super na-touch lang ako dahil ang daming nag-message and asked me what's wrong. Awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I feel really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; as well because of the comments I've received from a few people. My last entry contained a post about being judgmental towards other people and I received a few comments that said I inspired them. Awww, what a nice feeling talaga. So, it made me wonder.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is this blog about really? Why did I venture into blogging in the first place?&lt;/span&gt; You see, I love helping people and exchanging thoughts with them. I love the feeling of having shared a piece of your knowledge to someone and hear them say they've learned something or see them put into action what you have shared with them. I can say that this blog is about me sharing my life to each and every one of you hoping that what you pick up here will somehow affect your life in a way, even in a small small way. I'm not forcing my beliefs on you. I'm not pressuring you into believing what I believe in. I'm simply here to share a piece of me to the rest of the world, hoping to make a change even in my own little ways. I have so many thoughts bottled up inside my head so why not make a blog and put everything into writing? Although I admit that there may be times when I'd just blog about what happened to me during the past days or so which I don't think any of you will find interesting.. Just bare with me while I rearrange my thoughts and opinions. But I thank you ever so much for still coming here and reading my posts. I know that sometimes I can get a lil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babaw, gaga&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;, but thank you still for coming! [Yay, another rhyme!] Love you guys, mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111807270476208196?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111807270476208196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111807270476208196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111807270476208196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111807270476208196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/06/almost-fulfilled-dreams.html' title='Almost fulfilled dreams.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111781420660195738</id><published>2005-06-03T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:59:04.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rarr. Writer's block.</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madagascar&lt;/span&gt; today with my ate, her husband and my nephews. Such a cute movie! I loved it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to.. MOVE IT!" &lt;/span&gt;The penguins were hilarious. I wanted to see it ever since and I'm glad I was finally able to. I wanna watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lot Like Love&lt;/span&gt; next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe summer's over and school is starting once again. I haven't done anything unforgettable nor productive this summer, except for the dance classes in Steps. But no beach, no outings, no nothing! It was ultra mega super &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. Rarr. I didn't go out often as well because my mom's mega KJ. I had such a useless summer. I could've done a lot but I did absolutely nothing. I guess I was expecting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my gums operated yesterday because of an infection. I did not feel anything painful because I had anesthesia but I knew that something was going on and that there was blood all over because I saw the tissue full of it [major yucky, i know, sorry I just had to mention that]. I swear, I have the worst case of teeth problems in the entire history of dentistry. I've been going to the dentist on a regular basis for the past 2 years now and it just keeps getting worse and worse. That just proves I am full of flaws and am definitely imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;See, here's my thing when it comes to physical appearance. I just absolutely abhor people who judge others by the way they look physically. I hate it when they measure a person's worth by looking at their appearance outside. I hate it when people say, "Oh, that person's wearing a Rolex watch, he's definitely a somebody who's very respectable." or, "Eww, cheapness. Tiangge clothes lang siya." I want to slap the person's face when I hear them say that. It's like, "You're rich, you can enter heaven. You're poor, sorry, you can't." Is that how we measure someone's worth nowadays? Through their accessories? Outward appearance? They way they dress? It's also so superficial. Sounds cliche, I know but, everyone's going to grow old in the future. Beauty is passing. Money? Jewelry? Accessories? All those things can be stolen in a blink of an eye or at a snap of a finger. A big heart and a useful mind are what matters for me. I don't care if you don't have all 10 fingers nor do I care if you don't own the latest model of cellphone known to mankind. Just as long as you're real, no matter how imperfect you are, I will accept you and treat you like a superstar. [Okay, so don't take that literally. I made that up just to rhyme, but you get the picture, right?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;*until when are you gonna blog? (i hope you'll answer a longer time) --&lt;a href="http://estrelya.org/"&gt;Hazel&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Until I feel like it. Haha. Actually, I will try to blog until the end of my life. That's as if I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could. &lt;/span&gt;But yeah, I think I'll stay and blog until someone gives me a reason not to. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*are you mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Well, this is a very good question. You really wanna know? Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, I AM&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, I don't even know you, how do you expect me to answer that. My question form is not a robot hun, so it can't process your name, nor is it a psychic who can predict who you are. Please, if you forgot, you can ask again, this time with your name. But if you intentionally left out your name, well, duh, I can't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*how did you do the moving picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-It's a script, I found it from jennyspage.com/tutorials but it's closed already. You can find it in a lot of tutorial sites, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*if i love anyone will that person becom mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-That depends, sweetheart. If you love someone, you shouldn't expect anything back because it'll hurt, no matter what your love one may feel about you. If you truly love him/her, you should give love unconditionally. If you expect something in return, well, that's when the hurt starts to creep on you [especially if she/he deoesn't love you back]. Regarding your question, he/she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;be yours, if she/he feels the same way about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111781420660195738?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111781420660195738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111781420660195738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111781420660195738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111781420660195738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/06/rarr-writers-block.html' title='Rarr. Writer&apos;s block.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111759948642621602</id><published>2005-05-31T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:05:22.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SITE!</title><content type='html'>I have a new personal site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shari.miss-misfit.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shari.miss-misfit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   [sudden change of host, sorry about that. thanks &lt;a href="http://miss-misfit.com"&gt;LINDSEY&lt;/a&gt; for hosting me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I'll be keeping this site [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sharzzz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;] though. That site will be for my deeper thoughts and other personal opinions. This is still and always will be my main blog site =P I just can't let go of this! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, our broadband router fucked up. So the DSL on all the computers didn't work, which included my laptop in my room. So yeah, one lang yung nagwwork na computer ngayon which sucks but okay lang anyway, better than none.&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House of Wax &lt;/span&gt;with my friends and my YFC friends. It wasn't THAT scary, it was just super duper gross. Chad's character was different than his Lucas Scott character in One Tree Hill. It was more Nathan-y. It was kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitin&lt;/span&gt; though. So there, I wanted to watch Madagascar nga eh, kaya lang, ayaw nila. Rarr. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like to move it, move it.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our YFC friends, Aids, was said to go back to the States TODAY! Kaya we wrote him letters tapos &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/inahmichaela"&gt;Inna &lt;/a&gt;and I made him a graphic pa na pina-print namin. We went through all those farewell letters and gifts just to find out he wasn't leaving today pala. I'm gonna get ya AIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 294px;" src="http://tinypic.com/5l1nps" align="left" /&gt;Anyway, Jamie also gave me her super late gift to me for my birthday [which was 2 months and 11 days ago]. She gave me a CD which I thought contained songs. When I opened it in my laptop, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;. As in super iyak talaga, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hagulugol&lt;/span&gt;!! It was a powerpoint presentation containing a letter she made for me with all our Grade 5 memorabilias. Pictures, neoprints, letters and everything! Her letter made me reminisce of all the times that we spent together, doing crazy things, making takas whenever we can when we were still super close best friends. You see, Jamie and I were the best of friends when we were in 5th grade. We did everything together. Good times, bad times, we went through it all. There was even a time when we got our FIRST EVER &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEHAVIORAL REPORT&lt;/span&gt;[which was BIG back then in Grade School]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;during 5th grade because I gave her an answer to a bonus question that she couldn't justify when she was asked [because she was the only person in her class who got the answer. Yes, we weren't classmates!]. We talked all night on how to give the BR to our parents because both of us were trembling, not knowing what to do. Haha, happy times. I super duper miss her. Why we ended up like this? She transferred to an exclusive all-girls school. So, we don't really get to see each other or talk to each other anymore. When I read her letter and discovered how she really felt, I was slapped in the face. How could I have been so indifferent to her feelings? I'm so sorry Jamie for all my shortcomings. I know marami akong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagkukulang&lt;/span&gt; sa yo. Just trust me when I say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've always been the best friend you've known from the start.&lt;/span&gt;" I will always be here for you. Distance may keep us apart, but not the bond that we've created 5 years ago. I'm happy that step by step, God is bringing back the friendship that we've shared before. I love you Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made that collage yesterday. The neoprints on the sides are from Jamie's powerpoint presentation. =D Look at us now and then!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111759948642621602?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111759948642621602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111759948642621602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111759948642621602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111759948642621602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-site.html' title='NEW SITE!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111726523005884635</id><published>2005-05-28T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T06:07:29.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps recital.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 319px;" src="http://img171.echo.cx/img171/5525/streetdancerzzz6wf.jpg" align="left" /&gt;The recital last Wednesday, May 25 at the CCP Little Theater went okay. Our dance was in Act II which was really fast lang compared to the other dances. My friends who were going to watch, namely Inna, Menay, Tats and Jamie, weren't able to because the tickets were sold out already. So after my dance, I left right away [without bowing in the end] to meet up with them in Rockwell with some other guys. We watched Star Wars, rawr. [Read more about that gimmick in our &lt;a href="http://csgagaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;barkada blog&lt;/a&gt;] The CCP Little Theater was not what I expected it to be. It was actually really "little". It can seat 400 people only. The CSA theater's even bigger than it. They don't allow cameras inside and video cams which means I don't get to see my dance. Call it narcissism but I really wanted to see the way I danced. Eeeek. I didn't enjoy that much because I knew no one special was watching me. Buuut Justin was there pala. That was really sweet. I did NOT expect him to be there. I mean, my friends dint even have tickets! Grabe, I was so shocked when my mom and ate told me that they saw my friend there. I was like, "sinong friend?!" I was so dumbfounded when I heard my mom say that she saw Justin inside. I dint get to see him though because, well, I don't know but I know he was with Travis. So moving on, after the recital, my family and I went to Rockwell to eat. I wasn't able to eat with them though because I went to the cinemas to meet up with my friends. We were going to watch House of Wax, supposedly, but after such a long time of conversing about what to watch, Star Wars nalang napili namin dahil nag-start na yung House of Wax. Plus, I was the team killer who dint want to watch any scary movies. So there, after the movie, Jan, Jeric, Martin and Aids brought me and Jamie home, to my house cause Jamie was gonna get picked up here [thanks so much Jan for driving us home!]. Well, that's it. I have loads of pictures to share though. Here are just some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malco, John, Nico, Dhine and Kristina&lt;/span&gt;, i'll miss you guys! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.echo.cx/img206/8937/boys0oq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.echo.cx/img206/460/girls0oe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.echo.cx/img206/8505/gurlz6rm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.echo.cx/img206/4869/runthru4jt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.echo.cx/img206/2761/stairs5ta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.echo.cx/img206/213/teacher8mp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/yfc-team-building.html"&gt;PREVIOUS ENTRY: YFC TEAM BUILDING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111726523005884635?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111726523005884635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111726523005884635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111726523005884635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111726523005884635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/steps-recital.html' title='Steps recital.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111699314344633087</id><published>2005-05-24T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:32:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YFC Team Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning: This is going to be a long post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for such a delayed post about the team building. I couldn't log in to Blogger the past few days. The homepage wouldn't open! It just kept on loading and loading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 230px; height: 167px;" src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/19/600x600/11.jpg" align="left" /&gt;So anyway, as I have mentioned before in my past entries, YFC will have a team building on May 21-22. I even said I probably wouldn't go because I had major dysmennorrhea. It was probably God's love that brought me there because even if I still suffered from cramps, I was allowed by my parents to go considering I only asked permission from my dad at 11pm which was the night before. At 5:30am, we had to be in the meeting place already. So yes, I woke up at 4am, got ready and went to pick up Menay at 5:15. We got to the meeting place on time, but wow, no one was there yet. We parked first then saw Patty! Seeing that we were the only people there, we went first to 7-11 to eat. Patty didn't eat though [another thing I found out about my friend is that she doesn't eat breakfast because she might throw up. even the day after, she dint eat]. The bus arrived at past 6 and we left at around 7am [way out of schedule]. The trip was looong. 3 hours from Manila. I thought it was only like, 2 hours lang. Damn, I got scared when we passed Batangas because I knew Batangas was far from Manila already. Yun pala, the San Pablo Laguna we were going to was at the far end of Lagunaa which was so near Quezon. On the way though, we [or should i say, I] watched Hostage on DVD. I was so into the movie unlike everyone else who were sleeping or making noise. And then, fast forward, we arrived at the place, Pook ng Biyaya, San Pablo, Laguna. We had to walk pa going inside because the bus was too big for the road. When we arrived, we were divided into 4 groups. Patty and Menay were in Blue with Kuya Awee, Aids [who wasn't able to join most of the games because he got sick] and more.&lt;img style="width: 215px; height: 159px;" src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/2/photos/19/600x600/31.jpg" align="right" /&gt; Inna was in Red with some other people I don't know. Jamie was in Green with Kuya Jan and the others. I was in Orange with Tats, Ate Pauline, Sandra, Kuya AJ, Jeric and my other "orange dogs" family. [Who let the dogs out!? O-o-orange!] The first game was building a tower out of straws. Ours wasn't that high but it sure was stable. The others were ka-duper high that one even reached the ceiling and planned to stick it on the electric fan. Ours was just little. But we had a darn good explanation. [AUGUSTINIAN PRIDE! Tats, Kuya AJ and I thought about it.] Too bad we weren't asked for it anymore. So we left the area and moved to another one so they could judge the towers and we went on with the other game, which was YUCKY FOOD [i dont know if that was what it's really called but that's what I call it]. I had to eat KAMIAS with KETCHUP, OKRA and a really huge slice of TOMATO [which i liked among the 3]. I really really wanted to throw up after but I couldn't. I eat okra but not the really long ones that are just steamed. I have never eaten or even seen a kamias before and I had to eat it with ketchup?! Damn it, that was the part I really hated because the after-effect lasted until the next day which ruined my mood for the whole activity. So after the game, they announced the winners of the tower. They picked this tower because up to now, it's still standing. Rain has poured, wind has blown but it remains stable. So the winner of the tower-building was US! &lt;img style="width: 233px; height: 174px;" src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/2/photos/19/600x600/35.jpg" align="left" /&gt; THE ORANGE DOGS! =p Then, the next game was the 3-legged race. I was with Ate Pauline and our straw [the one tied in our ankles] snapped just after we've crossed the whole zig-zag chairs. So we had to go back and in our 2nd attempt, we hopped back as fast as we could which was really really tiring but fun! It was a really close game because our opponent's last pair snapped theirs just as our 2nd to the last pair finished so they had to go back and do it again together with our las pair. But unfortunately, ours snapped as well and they won. The last activity for that night was the Amazing Race. We were all tied to one another and we were given clues to lead us to our next destination. We were actually the first ones to find all but our last job was to find Kuya Gilbert and make him happy. We went to the dark forest, the rooms, but we couldn't find him. Turns out he was just in the session hall, sitting down so we partly couldn't see him. Damn! We placed 2nd, though. The fun part was the E-night or the Entertainment Night. We had to sing a song because that was our assigned thing but Kuya Aj prepared a gag as well so we did both. Jeric was such a great actor. It was a dubbed/narrated gag so we, the actors, had to follow and act out what Kuya AJ was telling us to do. Jeric was the bubble gum man. His little moves really made the audience laugh. Basta the plot goes like, there's this guy who was waiting in the jeepney stop, but while waiting, he got bored and decided to chew gum. When the jeepney arrived, he stuck the gum on the wall and went on to ride the jeep. Lots of people cam&lt;img style="width: 223px; height: 166px;" src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/19/600x600/33.jpg" align="right" /&gt;e by the jeepney stop, 3 kikay girls [Tats, Sandra and I] who used the bubble gum as a chinese garter, a boxer, 2 basketball and volleyball players, one who stepped on the gum who needed two people to help her and so much more.. the punch line was, Jeric came back to the jeepney stop and thought to himself, "hey, it's my bubble gum, hindi pa naman siguro madumi to, kainin ko nga.." and then yon! Hahaha, i found that really funny. Benta! =p So that was ours. Kela Patty and Menay, fashion show! Because Martin, was a model. Naks. Theirs was galing! They even had sounds and everything prepared. Louie showed his 2-year abs with his Patty and Menay pointing to it! Basta, it was cute. Meron pa ngang nag-ramp hawak yung 5 gallon na lalagyan ng water eh! Funneh! Then, sila Jamie, dance! Hahaha, ang gulong ng dance nila kasi naman itong si bruha, nagtago sa likod! Di nagpakita! Eh marunong naman siyang sumayaw!? Kela Inna, gag rin. Si Inna yung model ng shampoo na Gasoline [Vaseline] shampoo. Basta nakakatawa, they spoofed the commercial of the mom and daughter in the bath tub, i think. Yung tanong ng tanong yung kid. =p So that was the first day. Full of activities, full of surprises! Oh, i forgot! We cooked the dinner!! We cooked tuna [the century tuna]. It was really tiring because we had to cook for EVERYONE. Which means 3 batched of rice [the kaldero was gigantic and we had to clean it everytime we cooked another batch]. All the canned tunas in the house which meant opening them considering we HAD NO CAN OPENER! &lt;img style="width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/19/600x600/65.jpg" align="left" /&gt; I really thought of bringing that since they told us to bring canned goods but I forgot! Rarr. While they were all swimming, we were all sweating. =p It was really hard specially opening the cans. But we all worked together, Ate Joanna, Ate Pauline, Kuya AJ, Tats, Jeric(the supervisor who just went around and commented on everything!), my other boy groupmates whom I can not recall the names (i'm terribly sorry!) and I really cooperated to get the work done before dinner because during lunch, the team who cooked the food were super late. They finished at around 2? Which was 2 hours after lunch. We finished though 2 hours before dinner! The titos and titas even praised us for our "wonderful system". That's what we call teamwork, dogs style! =p hahaha. And that, mi amigas was the end of the first day and the last night. I just have to include this little but huge detail! When I was inside my room, I heard a loud scream! It was Inna! She saw a frog in their room! So she went out and told the boys to get it out of there. When they did, someone [this remains to be a mystery] kicked the frog and kaboom! landed on Patty's left leg! Patty was surprised because just as she opened her door, the frog hit her immediately! Patty was super pissed because she is frogaphobic [whatever it's called =p].&lt;img style="width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/3/photos/19/600x600/69.jpg" align="right" /&gt; She can't even look at frogs on TV, much more "feel" them! She was even in tears when I went inside her room because of that. Poor Patty =p And to add to that, the leg that was hit by the frog was also the leg that was bitten by ants because there were super daming ants on their bed. Menay slept in my room because one of her inconsiderate roommates slept vertically which dint leave enough room for her and Ate Pauline to sleep on. So yeah, she slept in my room nalang with me and my roommate, Dana. Louie even went in our room for a while lang to make kuwentuhan. We learned a lot about GYM stuff because of him! We even felt his oh-so-hard muscles. Grabe talaga yun, ang sipag magwork-out and to say 15 palang siya hah! Tapos after the gym stuff, love life naman. A little advice here and there. Si "disapprove". Hahaha. =p Tapos yon, when he went na, Menay and I slept already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the nex&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/19/600x600/15.jpg" align="left" /&gt;t day, Menay woke up at 5am because sila yung breakfast. Ate Joanna woke me up at 7:30!! Our wakeup time was 6am! I was way behind schedule! Grabe. So yon, I dressed up, ate breakfast with sila Tats and first game agad. Yung water transferring thing. You had to soak your clothes in the swimming pool and bring it back to your place so that you could fill your bucket. So yon, medyo talo lang naman kame. Then the last activity was called Shepherding. You are all blindfolded and you hang on to the shoulder of the person in front of you. Your chapter heads will be the ones calling out the commands and you should follow them, whatever they say! =p [medyo pang-uto yung mga calls nila eh! yung roll on the floor, gapang, everything!] Tapos merong manlilitong voice na dapat di mo i-follow. [Like Kuya Gilbert na sasabihin niyang, "mainit ba diyan? dito kayo oh.." tapos sumunod naman kami sa kanya. tuloy, mali!] Then yon, it was okay. It was just tiring because we kept on walking and walking. Menay, who was behind me, even got lost because the people behind her, got lost as well. She kept on calling out my name and I couldn't do anything naman 'cause I couldnt see anything either. I just shouted Menay! Menay! as well. Haha =p So there, that was it. After that, we went swimming!! =p We played some games, even. Yung tayaan! I can still remember the person who tagged me twice, nako hah, babawi ako! =p The&lt;img style="width: 224px; height: 167px;" src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/19/600x600/27.jpg" align="right" /&gt;n, ice water. After 30 minutes, we were called in the Session Hall kasi Lunch na raw and yon, we took a bath, ate Lunch, listened to some sharings and off we go!! Back to Manila, baybeh! =p Ofcourse, picture picture muna! So a lil picture here and some more pictures there! Tapos we went to the bus stop, hehe. Then, we rode off! Sa bus this time, naging interesting ang mga things because sila ATE Pauline [emphasizing ATE], questioned us about our TBCs [Team Building crushes]. Nako nako! Napa-amin tuloy ako! =p Pero sila, hindi sinabi! Si Gem lang yung nalaman kong crush! =D Hahaha. Si Mac Cardona ;) [Sorry if some of the things I mention here, you can't understand cause they are inside jokes and code names!] So there, ang kulit ni Ate Pauline, grabe! Pasimpleng nakikinig sa usapan namin, tuloy, nabuking kame! Hahaha =p Tapos interesting sa stopover in Total Gas because ehem, nagtext si... Tantalizing! Si Tats and Jamie, nagwala sa harap ng Jollibee! As in, walang pakialamanang sigaw! Then, si Momma Mary, bought us French fries. Super bait talaga ni Momma, nakakatawa and nakaka-aliw pa! Nakaka-share ren kami sa kanya ng aming mga love problems and TBCs. Yun nga lang, aagawan niya kame!! Hahaha =p So yon, I slept na after the kuwentuhan. Menay and Patty [a little stress on PATTY] went crazy!! =D Iba tong magka-happy crush. &lt;img style="width: 161px; height: 213px;" src="http://img278.echo.cx/img278/6443/aids15ss.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Nakaka-aliw!! "Guys, be happy for me, I'm normal!" "Oh my gosh, I named him ____" First time kasi ni Patty magkaroon ng happy crush eh, so it was really a sight to see. Too bad I was asleep. Si Menay lang yung naka-witness lahat ng kagagahan ni Patty! Then we were dropped in front of the Villamor gate and we went to Mass together! =p Awww, it was actually our first time to hear Mass outside of CSA together. So it was memorable. They were picked up at my house, Tats being the last one to leave together with Menay. And that is the end of my Team Building adventure last May 21-22 in Laguna with my adventurous barkada and my newfound friends! =D Thank you Lord for everything that happened in this team building. Thank you also for making us realize that with each other, binded together in Your name, we can conquer everything! =D Be it cramps, dysmenorrhea, icky food and frogs! =D It was really a meaningful experience and I wouldn't trade it for anything else. =D It is true that what wouldn't kill you would only make you stronger. And for everything that happened to us in this team building, we most definitely are the strongest people alive. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in my &lt;a href="http://fcukguys.multiply.com/photos"&gt;MULTIPLY&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111699314344633087?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111699314344633087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111699314344633087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111699314344633087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111699314344633087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/yfc-team-building.html' title='YFC Team Building'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111656943083861797</id><published>2005-05-19T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:19:09.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0FF T0 STEPS.</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Steps in a while for our rehearsal. I just thought of updating since I have nothing better to do while waiting for the time to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our friends [Vargas, De Vera, Gelacio and the others] had their game here against the Villamor team. 2 of them went to my house early, right after I arrived from a harsh rehearsal from Steps. We just hung around the house, ate, w&lt;img src="http://img278.echo.cx/img278/1179/thegamed5wk.jpg" alt="watched the game! PAULIE, JO, MENAY, BUCHAY and TOP: KAT!" align="left" height="150" width="200" /&gt;atched TV, played the guitar and talked. They were here around 4 and their game was at 6pm so we had 2 hours to go. Fast forward the 2 hours of bumming around.. Wow, they lost to the team whose standing was 0-2. I was rooting for both teams actually. I was just disappointed that my friends lost, but wasn't really surprised. They have no teamwork, i swear. Some of the players weren't even on time. There was even a little backstabbing between the players and some of them weren't even getting along which is like, what the hell?! How do you expect to win with those attitudes?! So yeah, it's their problem. Menay and I were actually the first ones there before the rest of our friends arrived. We were even so nicely asked by the guys for water so both we went back home and got water for them. Then, if that wasn't torture enough, they even asked us to deliver the water to their bench! When we refused, they complained that we took so long. Argh. Menay and I were really pissed. Especially me. The nerve!! But after a while, I forgot all about it and just thought to myself that B0YS SHALL BE B0YS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kat, Jo, Buchay and Paulina arrived from Powerdance. It was my first time to see Buchay after such a long time and boy, did she lose a lot of weight. Just look at the&lt;img src="http://img278.echo.cx/img278/5840/img0012rv.jpg" alt="after the fiesta in my room. VARGAS, DEVERA, GELACIO." align="right" height="150" width="200" /&gt; picture! She's the one on the far right. And she kept on saying she got fat?! My gosh Chay, what do you call me then, obese?! Rarr. It was actually Kat and RJ's monthsary yesterday as well. 2 months! Kat, the ever so sweet one, bought RJ a gift! Sweet. We even told her that she should've delivered a speech during the halftime for him. That would've been so romantic. Haha. We hung around there until Paulina had to be picked up so we left and went our separate ways. The boys were left in the gym because one of them was asked by another team to play so that they wouldn't be default [which was not allowed, haha]. I went home, Menay went home and the rest of the girls went to Kat's house [Jo and Buchay] because they were gonna sleep over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img278.echo.cx/img278/9207/img0094hn.jpg" alt="self-timed" align="left" height="150" width="200" /&gt;After a few minutes of lying down the bed because of such a tiring day, I was yet again distracted by the maid telling me that they were here again so more bumming around time with them. I prepared the food for the boys to eat and they just hung out in my room together with Shiaira and Nicole. Funny because Vargas kept on cracking jokes. I was downstairs for quite some time though because I was talking to Kat so I dint know what was happening while I was downstairs. I just heard them laughing and laughing. Anywho, I'll update more soon. I have to go and prepare my stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111656943083861797?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111656943083861797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111656943083861797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111656943083861797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111656943083861797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/0ff-t0-steps.html' title='0FF T0 STEPS.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111641949819542301</id><published>2005-05-18T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T05:57:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on.</title><content type='html'>It's happening to me again.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts and I don't know what to do. All I can do is cry in my bed, drown in my tears and scream to the top of my lungs because of the pain you've caused. I don't know what I did to deserve this shit I'm going through. I can't even think straight because it really hurts, you know. I just want to sleep through all the things that are going on but I couldn't because it's just so painful. I couldn't do the things I normally do because of you. Please, stop. I need to move on because I have so much more planned in my life. I've been crying in bed all day and thank God, I was able to sleep after all the things I threw and the screams I let out. But, it still really does hurt. Can anyone help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin cramps. It happens to me every month and I literally just cry in bed because I can't do anything to stop it. It's in our family. My sister gets it too. Rarr. I'm a bit okay now after a little nap. I can't even blog nor surf earlier because of the pain. And it's such a wrong timing because &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/its_me_kat"&gt;Kat &lt;/a&gt;invited me to a sleepover over at her house tomorrow after watching the boys' game in the gym. And wow, I hate sleeping over at another's house when I have my period. But still, I decided to go to her sleepover, but this happened. I was literally drowning in my tears earlier on my bed. I can't stop the pain. IT DOES HURT THAT FUCKIN MUCH. [Lucky boys, they only feel the pain once when they get circumsised.] Then, on Saturday, we have a team bulding activity in Tiaong, Quezon. It's gonna be so fun because the overnight trip is packed with activities! And yes, there's swimming! Rarr. Thank you my period for ruining all those plans for me. I know, I know, don't let a period stop you, as the napkin ad goes, but it's really different for me. I feel so uncomortable and irritable.. and I hate it. Please, forgive me for this whacked post and to the guys who have actually read this whole post, haha, yes, you guys are damn lucky. And to the girls who suffer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dysmennorrhea&lt;/span&gt; with me every month, we aren't. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/55hy5s" align="left" height="150" width="200" /&gt;Oh and I just had to post this. The birthday boy who threw a huge party just last week sent me a cute MMS. He's in Thailand kasi right now and we were texting. I asked him, "So, have you seen their famous elephants?" and he's like, "No. Where do you see them ba?". I, not having gone to Thailand yet, have no idea where so I just told him, "In the streets.. it's their way of transportation diba? haha." Lame joke I know but I'm mababaw eh. Tapos he said, "I'll tell my dad na hanapin sila!" Then after 2 days, he sent me this MMS. I got so jealous. Haha. Pinapa-inggit pa niya ako! Rarr. There's actually another one but I find this MMS cuter. Awww, I'd so love to ride an elephant. I don't know but I find them really cute. [After seeing Dumbo, I got hooked to elephants, haha!] But of course, not now, I have my period to kill first. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to those who commented. 17 comments is definitely my record. Haha. =D Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bombastarr.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Karla&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://misfit.pixelled.com/" target="new"&gt;Katherine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/fabulouscarme.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Carme&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fairyland31.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jannuhh.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Janna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://natedly.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Nate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://49.raindown.org/" target="new"&gt;Tini&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://track52.org/kxia" target="new"&gt;Kxia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://asteeg.net/" target="new"&gt;Louie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shesbleeding.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/inahmichaela" target="new"&gt;Inna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sassychique.tk/" target="new"&gt;Shai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ismooches.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Shayne&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/%7Ejuanapaula" target="new"&gt;Pohla&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://badgirl.alter-egoz.net/" target="new"&gt;Mitch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pauleen.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Pauleen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I cut the entry post in my main blog to just one so that the IE viewers won't see overlapping text. If you want to see my other posts, they are in my archives. Feel free to read them. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111641949819542301?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111641949819542301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111641949819542301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111641949819542301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111641949819542301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/moving-on.html' title='Moving on.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111614783871431954</id><published>2005-05-15T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T05:33:30.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAYOUT WHORE-ISH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW LAYOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[May i just add that my layout looks screwed on Internet Explorer, i can't do anything about that. It's made for Firefox.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's actually my first ever again [after a long time] layout made in Adobe Photoshop 7.0. I've been using Paint Shop Pro ever since I entered the blog world again. Let me just say that, Paint Shop Pro is more user-friendly than Adobe. But Adobe has more features and effects you can use to funkify your work. So yeah, I used brushes here that I found from surfing lots of brush sites. It's super simple lang so I hope you all enjoy it. My last layout [which was the Memories of Shari one] lasted for 11 days. That's almost 2 weeks. This will stay up until the end of May or probably even longer since it's almost school na and I don't think I will have time to make layouts pa. But I'll find time to update this naman so don't worry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was aright. I had Steps practice then we went to the Ally Mall in Cubao to use the gift cheque for Converse I won from MTV [that's what happens when your summer is boring and you're watching too much TV, you enter the contests. haha] It was actually a rip-off nga because on the contest [which was emailing what song is No.1 on the MTV Diyes show], they said that you'd win a pair of shoes from Converse. But then, when I claimed the so-called "prize", it was a gift cheque worth Php1000. Like hello!? Walang pair of shoes sa Converse na Php1000?! Even the kiddie shoes! Walang less than Php1000. So instead of a pair of sneakers, I got nalang a pair of blue sandals and my dad added money nalang. I'm not the type of person to wear Chucks rin naman so I didn't bother. I loved the sandals. Haha. So in the end, I was thankful it was a cheque nalang rin.&lt;br /&gt;Then around 6, Menay and I sang for the anticipated Mass sa church namin. Being the frustrated singer that I am, I sucked. Haha. But it was all for God naman so I tried my best. I just don't like singing talaga! Errr.. Then after the Mass, we met up with &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/its_me_kat"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt; and Jo. Tapos, Patrick, De Vera and Vargas came rin so we all went together sa Variety Show which was what they said as the "highlight of the youth club's summer activities". Eh wala ngang activities yung Youth Club eh! Plus, the performers this time were adults, specifically the wives of the officials. So it was not our thing. Kat and Menay's sister though moved their bodies to the tunes of Yeah and Get Right! Haha. Them stage sisters! It was fun seeing them all supportive of their little sisters! Also, Menay's mom danced! Tapos, some other titas danced to the tune of "Bump it" ba yon?! The "push it, pull it, twist it, snap it.." dance! It was really awesome to see the mommies dance to a teenybopper-ish song. One of the major highlights, for us teens, was the band. Hahaha. I'm sorry but they really need more practice. I think it was a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabog&lt;/span&gt;. The drums were overpowering the guitars too much or something because I could barely hear the rhythm. I mean, I'm not a musically-inclined person but I know how to tell music from noise. Haha. I'm being mean here. But the next songs were okay naman. Sige na nga, considering they only had 2 days of practice, pwede na.&lt;br /&gt;Then yon, we all went home after. The guys stayed at my house for a lil while to drink lots of water and inhale some air-condition. Haha. It was really really hot sa gym! We were all sweating our sweat out! Haha. So there, that was my day yesterday. And oh, pahabol, my sisters and I were vaccinated for Meningococcemia. Being shot didn't really hurt but the effect after sucks. I slept nalang the whole day because my arm hurt as hell. And also, my dad was suppose to bring me and my sister to Cebu today, but because of my mom's pagka-KJ [as usual], hindi na kami sinama ng dad ko. He even called the hotel we were staying in and bought my sister a new bikini already yesterday tapos when we went home, my mom nagged him nanaman na wag na kami isama and shit [probably cause hindi siya kasama and yung isa ko pang sister], kaya ito, naggblog nalang ako instead of enjoying Cebu's heat. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the commenters. Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111614783871431954?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111614783871431954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111614783871431954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111614783871431954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111614783871431954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/layout-whore-ish.html' title='LAYOUT WHORE-ISH.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111599726654348264</id><published>2005-05-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:59:59.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive. Dwight's birthday.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm alive. I'm just too lazy to post an entry the past few days because I feel like I'm obliged to post something long. I mean, based on my last few entries diba? But whatever, I believe this is gonna be short lang. I blogged in my private journal earlier about something personal so check it out there if you're one of my LJ friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Dwight's birthday. It was hella fun! Saw lots of my batchmates whom I thought didn't exis&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/15/1200x120/33.JPG" alt="the comedian named eric." align="left" /&gt;t anymore. Haha, just kidding. I saw &lt;a href="http://fabulouscarme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carme&lt;/a&gt; after 10 years! As usual, nagpapatawa! Her laugh is contagious, I tell you. Even if you don't know what they were laughin about, you'd still find yourself laughing along with her. She was teased a couple of times rin.. Yihee. Haha. The comedians that Dwight hired were hella funny in an insulting way. They really were straightforward people who made fun of people without thinking if it was going to be hurtful or not. But still, it was a night of fun so everybody should be riding along with them. Super funny cause he kept hitting on the guys like Lou, whom he referred to as a mongoloid. Tapos, he said pa na Dwight seems to be hanging out at his fridge everyday (cause Dwight's a healthy guy), then when he sa&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/2/photos/15/1200x120/35.JPG" align="right" /&gt;w Lou, he went, "Ahhh ito, ito yung ref!" Nakakatawa talaga siya. Anton Diva was there as well and boy, (or should i say girl) was he more beautiful than me!? He was sexy, super slim and not only did he look like a girl, he sounded like a girl! Pati ba voice napapa-implant?! Haha. But they were hella nice people. Tapos there was also a video made for Dwight, from his childhood days up to the recent. In their tradition kasi, 16th is the debut so all out yung birthday niya ngayon. (pero as if yung last birthdays niya hindi eh noh?! Last year, he hired Paolo Santos. 2 years ago, there were Timezone games naman!). Rich kid kasi to eh. There was Ice Monster, Dippin' Dots, Pizza Hut (or Shakey's yata) and more. Tapos the food was awesome. Bad trip lang I wasn't able to take advantage of the Ice Monster, I wasn'&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/15/1200x120/51.JPG" align="left" /&gt;t able to get kahit one lang. Yung Dippin Dots naman, one lang. Then, for like 1/4 of the comedians' performance, we were outside. It was suuuuper hot! Grabe, I was already in a halter top pero I was sweating like a pig! The worst! Tapos yon, took lots of sabog pictures. But it was so much fun talaga. His parties are always one of a kind! So yep, thank you Dwight and &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;/b&gt;Then I went home with Kat. We dropped by Starbucks and she ordered a fruit shake which was delish. Then yon, that was my day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the party, I was talking to Jamie about my problem with &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/its_me_kat"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;. We w&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 159px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/58/8968506/1201678812083l.jpg" alt="bestfriends!" align="right" /&gt;ere in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;labo&lt;/span&gt; state kasi eh. But I'm really really thankful that we were able to talk about our concerns, our problems which were all caused by mere misunderstandings. Yung mga, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akala ko kasi ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;". I felt so relieved and mighty happy that we were able to mend the broken pieces considering we had loads of experiences and memories as best of friends already. Kat has been a very special important person in my life. If my life story was to be told, Kat would be one of the few people who would be able to tell the whole thing without a doubt. She knows everything about me, my experiences, my happy moments, achievements and my failures. There are times when I would think about ending our friendship because we never really seem to get along if there would be great problems across our path. But no matter how hard I try to forget about everything we shared, my heart would always tell me that I couldn't because there are lots of people in your life who are worth forgetting, but there would always be 1 or 2 people in your life that your heart would always lead back to no matter what. I'm thankful to have a best friend like Kat. I tell you, ever since we were kids, we had so many fights but I'm really really glad that no fight has ever gotten into us that would cause us to destroy and break the hella bumpy yet wonderful love-and-war friendship that we both share. Kat, if ever you read this, thank you for staying with me no matter what. I appreciate the understanding and care that you still offer to me even when the going gets tough. I love you best friend. I hope that no matter what gets in between us, we would stay strong and focus. Be it distance, personal differences, or any other person for that matter. I will always always be here for you. I'm sorry for all the hurts I've caused you. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Steps classes are almost over. How sad. I made wonderful friends while I was taking classes there so it's gonna be super nakakamiss. Our teacher, Sir Jerome, is one heck of a guy! Super cool. His laugh's nakakatawa, swear. My friends and I there mimic it whenever he laughs. Tapos he never got mad at us. He was super patient with us! Not once did he shout at us, like other dance instructors would. He has a hot body pa, haha. Anyway, our recital's on the 25th at the CCP Little Theater. Watch kayo hah!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be the fiesta here in Villamor. Not really that excited 'cause I don't really expect it to be any fun. Haha, team killer. Anyway, gotta go. Thank you to all who commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE PICTURES AT MY MULTIPLY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://fcukguys.multiply.com/photos"&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111599726654348264?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111599726654348264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111599726654348264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111599726654348264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111599726654348264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-alive-dwights-birthday.html' title='I&apos;m alive. Dwight&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111556520036319900</id><published>2005-05-08T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T08:24:23.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YFC CAMP!Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/13/1200x120/17.jpg" align="left" /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth for Christ &lt;/span&gt;camp was held last May 6-8 in two different venues. Tats, &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/inahmichaela" target="new"&gt;Inna&lt;/a&gt;, Patty and Jamie attended the camp along with about 50 other participants. Menay and I were facilitators which means we were leaders of the groups that will be formed when the participants shall be divided. We never expected that they would team both of us up so when they announced that we were magkasama, fab-0-lous! Sayang nga lang di namen ka-group sila Tats. Anyway, we were supposed to stay there for 2 nights right? But nung Saturday night, we went home and slept sa house ko due to the super init and ma-lamok venue. We arrived at my house mga 12 something yata. Instead of sleeping, we shared stories muna. &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/inahmichaela" target="new"&gt;Inna&lt;/a&gt; shared her whole love story with her ex from the beginning until recent times. Super detailed nung story niya na minention pa niya yung exact date when the incidents she was sharing happened. Her laugh is wild, i tell you. Her animations are out of this world. Grabe to mag-share! Tapos, I shared some things with them rin. Then each of us had our own stories to tell. We laughed and laughed our hearts away until Tats fell asleep kasi super pagod na raw siya. But kahit tulog na siya, the four of us continued sharing stuff with one another. No matter how hard we tried to sleep, may biglang magkkwento and tuloy tuloy nanaman yon. In short, we never got to sleep, not even a nap. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was actually my first time to stay up all night. No sleep, rest, nap or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt; My latest was 5:00 am when Kat slept over before. But wow, I'm so proud of myself because I've outdone myself this time. During sleepovers, I really am the one who sleeps the earliest. No matter how juicy the gossip gets (joke!), tutulugan ko talaga yon pag antok na ko. I even get cranky and irritable when I'm sleepy. I kn&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/13/1200x120/49.jpg" align="right" /&gt;ow that because once when my barkada and I slept over in Shang, they were up until 5, but I slept around 11pm tapos I kick people daw when they disturb me. Haha, el terrible! Then, around 3am, came our deepest and most serious conversation (with the patawa-but-seryoso antics of Menay). Of course, Tats, being asleep and naglalaway pa(joke!), missed the most important things. I'm thankful that my friends and I were able to talk about those things in a mature way and know how to deal with them. It was really a night to remember! One really unforgettable sleepover. Around 5am, we started taking our showers na, we ate and then we left. We arrived at the school where our first venue was around 6:30 then waited for the transportation to take us to the 2nd venue which was air-conditioned. (Goodbye heat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, camp is fun naman eh. It's just that the 30-45 minute talk is really loooong and sometimes, boring. But if we just listen intently, we can actually learn a lot from it. Then there'd be games every now and then which were tight kasi it breaks the silence and the boredom of the participants. Tapos, most of the time, puro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corny jokes&lt;/span&gt;! Here's one, "Bakit nagalit si Dagul nung tinaasan yung suweldo niya?" Answer? "Kasi hindi niya maabot!" hahahaha. If you don't know Dagul, you won't get the joke, obviously. Then nung Saturday night, the most serious and most feared part of the camp happened. It was proclaiming God's presence in your life and testifying for it. (Can't go into details again, it'll give the camp away. So if you wanna know, join next time!) It was successful! Ü God answered our prayers especialy mine because my friends did what their hearts told them to do. And every time a friend of mine did, I burst into tears. I feel fulfilled somehow bec&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/14/1200x120/69.jpg" align="left" /&gt;ause I know I was part of their journey in renewing their relationship with Jesus Christ. It was really a wonderful event and I don't ever regret having participated in such. Not only was I able to bond with my friends again but it also gave Menay and I the sense of fulfillment that we were able to bring our friends closer to God to strengthen their faith in Him. We felt much happier after because we know that God shall tighten the bonds of our friendship and guide us so that we would be together always.. no matter what happens. Ü Not only did our sense of fulfillment come from our friends, but to our participants, the girls we were handling (our friends were assigned to a different pair of facilitators), as well. They told us that we inspire them somehow and that they learn so much from us. It makes me feel tingly inside when I hear how effective Menay and I were as facilitators, considering that it was only our first time ever to serve. They told us that they're thankful because we were able to make them feel how God loves them so much which made them open their hearts and minds to Him. I actually feel super blessed because I was able to share God's Word to my participants through my own experiences. It was such an unforgettable event. Ü&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we also made new friends! Super fun people to be with who bring joy to the camp! Ü Can't name 'em all eh but we're all really excited to see each other soon! Team building will either be on the 20th up to 21st or 21st up to 22nd. It would only be fun, games, activities and challenges. No talks, whatsoever! Just old school FUN! Ü Can't WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE YFC PICTURES &lt;/span&gt;at my MULTIPLY ACCOUNT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fcukguys.multiply.com/photos" target="new"&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111556520036319900?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111556520036319900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111556520036319900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111556520036319900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111556520036319900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/yfc-camp.html' title='YFC CAMP!Ü'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111522177428288760</id><published>2005-05-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T09:32:57.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaye's birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/33.jpg" align="left" /&gt;I went to my classmate, Kaye's, birthday party in her house kanina. But before going there, I woke up early to go to La Salle with my Ate 'cause she's inquiring about something. So yeah, it was fun 'cause we crossed the major traffic road in between CSB and La Salle taft. My freakin Ate stepped on a huge puddle that splattered all over my pants. Rarr. Major laughtrip. Tapos when we were in front of CSB waiting for the driver, we saw Ate's friend that she hasn't seen for ages who was my tutor when I was in 5th grade. So yon, catching up and stuff. She invited us to eat in Chowking near lang. Then she told us a story of the cigarette vendor beside Chowking. The woman daw has a daughter that she sends to school, some foundation, I believe. Tapos selling cigarettes was her only means of livelihood but despite that fact, her daughter was able to finish college..w ith honors. Wow noh? Inspiring story. Tapos my Ate's friend also asked me some questions about college. She also gave me some tips and shit. Kasi itong friend niya na to, she graduated already in DLSU and she's smart ah. She told me that in a recent survey, UP Diliman is still the no. 1 school, followed by UP Los Baños and then UP Manila. La Salle is only 16th while Ateneo is 8th. And speaking of Ateneo, I told her that I actually opt to study there. I couldn't paint her face when she heard me say that. She told me that Ateneans are taught differently. (No offense to any Ateneans out there 'cause she's not talking about EVERYONE) It's just that some or most Ateneans have some kind of air to them. May pagka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mayabang&lt;/span&gt;. But this learned woman won't say anything offensive naman ng ganun ganun lang eh, so it gave me well, a different perspective now. I mean, come to think of it.. I know some Ateneans who have that kind of attitude. So Ateneo is not my number 1 target school for College anymore. Aww.. as if I had a big chance on passing eh.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/9.jpg" align="right" /&gt;So anyway, Kaye's party was fun. I call it the first ever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;patintero party &lt;/span&gt;I've ever been to. Hehe. Hella fun! I missed my classmates so much. Anyway, I was dropped off by the driver in Market! Market! because that's where Kaye's house is closest to. I was waiting for around 10 minutes for them to pick me up kasi they told me to go the playground and being a Market! Market! newbie, I waited in the fountain place where I thought the playground was located before. Stupid talaga, rarr. Kaya pala hindi kami nagkita 'cause I was at the wrong entrance! Then yon, I finally found them and we went naman to look for Lovi who entered in the Exit doors when the guards weren't looking. Tapos yon, when we arrived in Kaye's house, eat agad. I loved the fruit salad Kaye pala herself made. Oh and I just Über love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nata de coco&lt;/span&gt;. Delish. After eating, we watched wrestling with the guys. Randy Orton. John Cena. Major hotties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/15.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Then after that, we decided to play patintero. Super fun! I was teamed up with Lovi and Kaye. Then the other team was Babs, Nikki and Cheska. We WON. But during the "deciding" game, we lost. Haha. But still, winners parin kami. It was like my first time to play patintero ever again after 2 years or so. Exxage eh noh, but really come to think of it, medyo matagal narin. I miss my grade school days, especially 3rd grade, when we'd play jackstones and chinese garter every break time we had. We didn't even eat our lunch anymore because we were so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atat&lt;/span&gt; to play jackstones or chinese garter. Around the world in jackstones. I forgot the other terms eh. Then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kitkit&lt;/span&gt; in garter, the mommy, the baby, haha. Good times. Back to Kaye's party, haha, the guys were like drinking mga 3:00 pm palang, super aga. Pag dating namen dun, yung beer was like, ubos na. Not that I care but alcoholics, man. I just don't like seeing people my age getting drunk, smoking and shit. I just hate it when teenagers try so hard to act "mature" in their own senses. Why not enjoy &lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/21.jpg" align="right" /&gt;being a teen?! Summer workshops, sports and everything else. We'll have all the drinking and "partying hard" when we grow up. It's just so panget for me to see those trying hard teenagers acting all "mature" by smoking. Drinking, okay, it's a given fact that teenagers drink occassionally. But smoking?! How pathetic. Much more doing drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going off track again. So yeah, the party was fun. (How many times have I said that?! Haha.) Special mention to the people who came.. Cheska, Nikki, Lovi, MJ, Babs, Kat, Paulina, Patrick, RJ, Awoo, Andrew, John, Jokash, Belo, Aldo.. I forgot the rest, sorry nalang. So yeah, played tong-its again after a long time with Kat and Aldo.. and I won. Kat was 2nd. Aldo lost. Hahaha. He lost to two girls. What a shame.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I better cut this short. I need to rest. I have Steps tomorrow. Pictorials! Fun fun 'cause we get to wear jerseys and some bling bling. Ü See you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovi and I. The picaholics. MJ went home na eh, isa pa yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above, between the text, you see the winning team.. Lovi, me and Kaye. This is the losing team. Babs, Cheska and Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit saan nalang nagpipicture eh.. Sa kitchen yan nila Kaye. I'm the photographer, as usual. In the first pic nga, I wasn't there eh. Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nikki and Babs inside Kaye's car. We dropped off MJ sa Market! Market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nikki sa couch while watching the hot men. Orton (my crush) and Batista (her crush).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovi super loves icing so she went ahead and got some. Kala niya di siya mahuhuli. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fcukguys.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE PICTURES IN MY &lt;a href="http://fcukguys.multiply.com/" target="new"&gt;MULTIPLY ACCOUNT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh by the way, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;NEW lAYOUT!&lt;/span&gt; I got tired of seeing Mischa's face again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Tamang tama, I put up the Mischa layout exactly one month ago. April 4th so yeah, timing. Magsawa kayo sa mukha ko at ng mga kaibigan ko. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111522177428288760?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111522177428288760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111522177428288760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111522177428288760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111522177428288760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/kayes-birthday.html' title='Kaye&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111503293440967477</id><published>2005-05-02T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T04:22:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checkin in.</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I had so many plans that were all ruined by just one reason: PARENTS. I'm not totally asking for full independence from my parents 'cause obviously I can't support myself yet. But come on, I'm 16 and roaring to explore the real world. Nakakaasar dahil they still don't allow me to go out whenever I want. I don't even go on gimmicks at night like other teens my age because they don't really allow me to and also because of my intolerance for late sleeping. I sleep really early, you know. My usual bedtime's around 9pm. But recently, I've been sleeping late (late in my lingo is around 11 or 12 which I know for some is still early). Anyway, I was supposed to go to Enchanted Kingdom (for the first time ever again after 4 years or so) with Menay, his brother and the girl he's courting. But I wasn't allowed to go because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"malayo, baka ma-aksidente pa kayo."&lt;/span&gt; Now I know where I got my pessimism. Then, Justin invited me to their fiesta in Bel-Air. I wanted to go because there were bands playing and it's fun rin daw. My sisters and I were in Rockwell na at that time but naturally, I wasn't allowed to go rin. There was also a birthday/despedida party of Ate Yen (our d-group leader in J-zone)  in Xavierville but I didn't bother to ask for permission 'cause I know I wouldn't be allowed to go either. But it's alright, I understand my parents rin naman (after ranting eh noh, i understand them). I know that they're really overprotective and I can't do anything about that. As my CLE teacher, Mr. Tonsay,  said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't count the flaws of your parents and hate them more for it. Instead, focus on their positive attitudes and appreciate them before it's too late. You will be a parent someday, too. "  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, if I was my own parent, I wouldn't want my daughter to be doing the things that I myself have done and gone through. Making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takas &lt;/span&gt;every now and then, lying to them and telling them I had a project but then really going to the mall or someplace,  lying about the transportation and shit and so much more.  So yes, thank you Mom and Dad for raising me up and giving me my needs and even my unneccesary wants. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had fun! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facilitator Training  &lt;/span&gt;namin for the Youth for Christ camp on May 6-8. Calling all Merville, Molave and Villamor people out there not older than 21 years old! Join na kayo! So anyway, I woke up at around 6:00. Surprisingly, I was able to wake up that early. I tried to sleep early. I was in bed at 11:00 but 'til 1, I was still wide awake. I just couldn't sleep.  Insomnia?! Then yon, I got ready na to go to our leader's house where we would all meet up and ride a jeep altogether going to the place where we'd have our training. I've ridden jeeps before but it still feels exciting to ride one kasi I don't really use them as a means of transportation.  Usually taxi or MRT. Tinakot pa kami ni Menay! She was advised by her mom to tie her hair because there was an incident when someone's hair was pulled off during a jeep ride that even her scalp came off! Freaky as hell. Tawa kami ng tawa! So yeah, &lt;a href="http://shaiequalslove.blogspot.com"&gt;Shiaira&lt;/a&gt; picked me and Menay up tapos went to the meeting place. We waited for the jeep and when we got to the training place, nagkaroon ng 4 talks. It was effing HOT so siyempre we couldn't concentrate that well. But all's good. After the training, we were waiting for the jeep again so we stayed muna in the swing. Grabe, SUPER LAUGH TRIP. We saw kasi one of our classmates before in the training. We were trying yo remember his name so we made up all sorts of weird names, one that's even close to a famous poet, Edgar Allan Poe. When we asked some of the people there about it.. close pala yung last name na inimbento namin. Haha. But we still do NOT know if he really has an allan in his name. We haven't attended YFC for a few months so we forgot a lot of our ka-yfc's names already. We were trying to remember people that we ended up laughing our hearts out. Menay was literally crying her eyes out. Nagigiba na yung swing katatawa namin. Ü So yeah, laugh trip. Then when we got home, I rested. After 45 minutes, I went to Mass with my sister. After hearing Mass, we were asked to confess. Kasi it was needed before being a facilitator in the youth camp. I was really really happy after the confession because the priest who I confessed all (hopefully I mentioned all) my sins to said that I had a "successful and wonderful" confession. It was actually one of my best confessions because it was my first time to confess outside my school. So yeah, I feel renewed. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I bummed around lang until 4. I went to Productions Village and had a casting for a commercial. Nothing big then my dad, sister and I went to Glorietta and looked around. I ended up buying a pair of khaki cargo pants that was half its orginal price. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuripot moment! &lt;/span&gt;We ate at Icebergs and went home. Yun lang. I'm excited for camp! Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111503293440967477?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111503293440967477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111503293440967477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111503293440967477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111503293440967477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-checkin-in.html' title='Just checkin in.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111476343133876091</id><published>2005-04-29T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T01:30:31.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Hatin!</title><content type='html'>I spoke too soon. Just when I thought things were going great having DSL and shit, grabe, nagloloko siya. I can't use Internet Explorer so I downloaded Firefox. When I open IE, "Cannot Find Server" agad siya and the Internet connection breaks down. So instead, I use Firefox but for only like 30 minutes then it fucks up too. VIRUS daw!? Nooooooooo... My dad thinks it's from downloading music, but I think otherwise. I'm not sure but I just hope it's not from that noh!  Grabe naman, kakainstall lang, magkakavirus agad. Am I cursed?! Yung memory card rin sa phone ko, wala pang one week napasukan ng virus from Bluetooth! Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Rockwell sale! Up to 70% off! My Ate, sister, nephew and I went there 2 days ago to shop. So they shopped, and me being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuripot&lt;/span&gt; one, siyempre, i didn't buy anything. Even if I really wanted to buy a pair of pink and yellow flip-flops from Hip na 200 pesos lang (Yup, that's how kuripot I am). I'm saving kasi I am so broke. Laman lang ata ng wallet ko 20 pesos and 3 dollars na ayaw kong ipapalit, haha. So the money my mom gave us, I asked from my Ate nalang so I could keep it.  I hate it when I have to choose from so many things to buy that I end up not buying anything. But then again, it feels good in the end 'cause I don't regret anything. Except maybe when I really like the thing that I wanted to buy in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to our country? The poorer we get, the higher the prices of the commodities  increase. Paano nalang tayo when we reach 2020?! 100 pesos would probably buy you 3 pieces of candy nalang. Goodness.  But my whining can't really do anything about that because that's just how life is. People blame the government officials for the mess, thinking that "It's all their fault why we have become like this" and not thinking that they too have a part in the country's failure. The legislative body could make laws for eternity but it's still up to the people to follow them.  Our streets are so dirty that if you sneeze, you'd create a dirt hurricane. The traffic is so bad that it would take you an hour to go to Glorietta 4 from Glorietta 3. The government can only do so much IF they really are doing something about all these. But each of us has a part to play in this crazy, unfair world. If only each day, we would do at least 1 simple thing to change the Philippines, imagine how many people are trying to change our homeland with you everyday. Ü The government is, hopefully, doing their part. And us? Let's not wait til it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111476343133876091?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111476343133876091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111476343133876091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111476343133876091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111476343133876091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/summer-hatin.html' title='Summer Hatin!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111452263475515042</id><published>2005-04-26T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T08:20:06.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ja Rule concert.</title><content type='html'>Yes, we finally have internet connection once again and it's not dial-up anymore! Yup, DSL na! Well, i'm happy! But my mom, being the team killer she is, warned my dad that he wasn't making the rigth decision of putting a computer with DSL connection in each ouf our rooms. Rarr. She kept on stressing that when my dad took away the computer, there was "peace" at home. Well, yeah, because we were always in our rooms sulking. I mean, not really, but then you know how it feels. Come on, it's summer and I haven't got anything to do na nga tapos they're gonna get the computer pa! I just hope Dad doesn't give in to Mom's killjoy attitude. I just hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the lighter side of things, the Ja Rule concert was fabulous! I had such a great time. There was like a 1 hour opening act before Ja actually came out. His entrance was amazing. I mean, the sound effects were great that I actually had the goosebumps as he was coming out. His energy was like whoa! His performance was just fab-o-lous! I was totally blown away. Or was it just because it was my first time going to a concert? Haha. At first, the host, MC Dash, was practicing the crowd to cheer and boy, were we the worst crowd ever! You could barely hear the cheers nor the responses to the "When I say Ja, you say Rule" shit. But it definitely changed when Ja Rule was introduced, everyone got up from their seats, shouted and screamed for Ja Rule. The crowd definitely went crazy. So yeah, here are some pictures of the night. It is blurred because we were kinda far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot, thanks &lt;a href="http://fabulouscarme.blogspot.com"&gt;Carme&lt;/a&gt; for asking. The front acts were Aryana (A GMA-7 artist who performed a singing-while-dancing act), one person representin' the Sun Valley Crew (whom I have never heard of 'til the concert) and 7 shots (this group I kinda know and they were good ah!). Some of the songs Ja Rule performed were &lt;em&gt;Put it on Me, Wonderful, Thug Lovin', Ain't it Funny, I'm Real (remix), Always on Time, &lt;/em&gt;my favorite, &lt;em&gt;Clap Back &lt;/em&gt;and so much more. I don't know the titles kasi of the other songs kaya sorry. He performed this freestyle rap acapella though and it was hott. Speakin of hot, his body was HOTTT. Tapos he even said, &lt;em&gt;"Let me teach you concert motherfuckin etiquette.. Scream at the top of your lungs.. and that's it. That's the only rule."&lt;/em&gt; His sentences never ended without a cuss word in them. Pure gansta shit. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, after the concert, while we were waiting for my dad, I saw some stars! I saw my ultimate crush, MIKE CORTEZ just behind me. I really wanted to get my picture taken with him kasi my goodness, crush ko talaga siya. Hehe, forgive meh. Kaya lang no more batt yung phone ko eh. My cuz still had battery but ayaw nila akong kunan! I mean, I was gonna be the one to ask naman eh. Pero sila yung nahihiya. Tapos 2-in-one pa dapat kasi dumating si Mac Cardona. Rarr. I also saw Matteo Guidecelli (spelling?), the kart racer. I thought he was tangkad but when I saw him, parang ka-height ko lang. Even shorter? Hehe, di naman siguro. I also saw some &lt;em&gt;artista&lt;/em&gt; and boy were they &lt;em&gt;arte! &lt;/em&gt;Sorry to ruin your image guys but I saw Bianca King and Nicole Anderson, with Raymond Guttierez (I could tell it was Raymond because of the way he walked and shit). They stopped right beside us and Nicole Anderson was talking to probably the driver and she was all, &lt;em&gt;"Hey, where are you na ba? We've been waiting here for such a long time na. Can you pick us up now? As in NOW NA?! Infront lang kami oh." &lt;/em&gt;Then when she hung up, Bianca King was like, "&lt;em&gt;Grabe naman, so tagal ng driver. Ang init."&lt;/em&gt; Wow, can I say attitude?! Grabe talaga yon. I also saw Richard Guttierez with Georgina Wilson, the model. Oh, and the ever so &lt;em&gt;kengkoy &lt;/em&gt;Angelika dela Cruz. She's pretty and Über white. Hmm, what else? The people who got the front row seats were models and celebrities like Celine Lopez, Jenni Epperson, JM Rodriguez, Nicolette Bell and other people I do not know. Grabe, lucky people. Ja Rule was literally one arm away from them when he stepped off the center stage. He also threw lots of things. His towel, his shirt and his water bottle yata. I liked the ending when he dropped his mic freefall-y or in a freefall motion (i know freefall can't be used as an adverb, haha, sorrehÜ) after his last song. I loved itÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y155/sharzzz/th_sarahnkc.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Meier and KC Montero introduced Ja Rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y155/sharzzz/th_jarule.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y155/sharzzz/th_jarule1.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y155/sharzzz/th_jarule2.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA RULE! Rarr, my phone's battery emptied again and I wasn't able to get a picture of him with his top off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y155/sharzzz/th_Concert.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I. My cousin was anti-social so yeah, he didn't wanna have his pic taken with us. He even stood up once lang, tapos na yung concert. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111452263475515042?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111452263475515042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111452263475515042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111452263475515042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111452263475515042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/ja-rule-concert.html' title='Ja Rule concert.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111425350151727755</id><published>2005-04-23T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T03:51:41.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ja RULE, here I come!</title><content type='html'>One morning when I was still drooling in my sleep, I was awakened by a commotion downstairs. I didn't actually mind it at first because I was really really tired and still wanted to sleep. But the shouting got louder and louder that I even heard banging on the walls. So I finally carried my lazy, not to mention, heavy ass downstairs and tried to look at what was happening. I wasn't surprised when I saw an elephant and a giraffe eating infront of the television. No I'm just kidding! My sisters were fighting over the computer again for the 198367th time.  I was actually used to it because sometimes it would be me and one of my sisters fighting over it. But it was a big deal to my mom and dad who weren't really in a good mood then. So my mom told my dad to pack up the computer and cut the Internet which left us with... NOTHING. I still have a computer which is up in my room but it's too far to the telephone line which is downstairs. My dad said he would get DSL eventually when he saw that all 3 of us were getting along already with the computer but due to the early morning commotion, ASA PA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm here in a small internet cafe in Cubao. Yup, CUBAO. Near Araneta because.. &lt;b&gt;IM GONNA WATCH THE JA RULE CONCERT&lt;/b&gt; exactly 1 hour and 15 minutes from now. So yes, this is gonna be short. I was dragged here because my sister and I got that irritating "BATTERY EMPTY" alert in our cell phones. Rawr. I'm gonna watch the concert with my cousin who I am actually bonding with for the first time and my sister. It was actually an impulsive plan because we didn't know my dad would allow us. We went to First Quadrant to get some stuff then we saw the billboard of the concert. I was like, "Oh yeah, Ja Rule's concert is tonight". Then yon, we asked our dad if we could and surprisingly, he agreed. Upper Box A nga lang.. But still diba?! Haha. I'm gonna make a confession here sandali lang. In my 16 years here on Earth, never have I gone to any concerts nor stepped foot into Araneta Coliseum. Haha. Yes, I'm having a loser moment here. I mean, I have gone to an acoustic night. I've watched Nyoy Volante in school and Paolo Santos and the Akafellas in Miriam College where I performed for this workshop I took last year. But I don't really count those as "concerts". So yessserz, I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to the post before this, my best friend and I worked things out. We talked about the problem and told each other the things that we were keeping inside. I feel so relieved after talking things out with her. We even got emotional. So yeah, I wish I could blog more but I've got no more time. I have a concert to catch! (Yabang eh! Pagpasensyahan na, first time kasi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO COMMENTED..&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO CARED..&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO COMFORTED ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how much self-esteem it gave me. I wish I could repay you all for the kindness and care you have shown me. I shall visit all your sites soon and return the favors because I really want to.. Once again, thank you! You know who you are! ;) Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111425350151727755?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111425350151727755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111425350151727755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111425350151727755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111425350151727755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/ja-rule-here-i-come.html' title='Ja RULE, here I come!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111357691931568145</id><published>2005-04-15T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:25:38.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sick of this.</title><content type='html'>For how many years, I've kept my silence because I didn't want to ruin such a wonderful friendship, or at least I thought it WAS. I am so sick and tired of having to deal with you all these years. I was always the one to blame, claiming the shame and appear to be losing the game. I am fed up with just being your servant all this time. I never really felt you cared about me, but I still held on because I thought we had something special. I mean, so many years of friendship and just being together, sharing our thoughts on everything and eventually solving all the problems that came our way. I suddenly feel numb with what is going on. I don't know how to deal with you. I explained my side of the story. I told you the truth. When the things I never thought would happen were happening, I was totally shocked and dumbfounded. I didn't know how to tell you or talk to you because I knew what was going to happen.. But I did NOT expect that you would TOTALLY blame me for everything. I didn't expect you to say all those things you said about me. After sticking up for you and telling all sorts of lies just to follow your wants, THIS is what you do to me? Riding a fuckin cab in the middle of the night just to see your soon-to-be boyfriend while I was ready to hurl at the smell of the taxi? I absorbed all those in my mind thinking it was all worth it since you are such a "best" friend to me. EVERYTHING I did for you suddenly amounts to nothing right now. I am sick and tired of this. Of thinking about you, what has happened to you and what will happen next. But no, you proclaimed to the whole world that I broke your fuckin TRUST without even hearing my side of the story. That is so understanding of you. You tell all your other friends about how "fucked up" I am for telling on you. You tell them how a "fuckin biatch" i am for doing what you THINK i did. AND after hearing my side, you STILL want to push the idea that I sold you out. JUST because you never wanna lose. You never want to be the one who's wrong. It has, it is and it always will be ME. Well, if that was what you would've done, DO NOT pass it on to me. If this could still be resolved, which I we could, it would probably be forgetting our whole friendship and moving on with our lives. I never thought it would come to this. But they're right, &lt;em&gt;NEVER SAY NEVER.&lt;/em&gt; Thank you for all the wonderful memories.. or not? Tsss.&lt;br /&gt;(And no, this isn't for a guy. And another no, I am not a lesbo. Just try to understand me right now. I am so out of my mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to some (or maybe just one) of my so-called 'friends', wow, never thought you'd be like this. I thought we were finally refreshing our broken friendship. But I guess you just need me when you have a problem with him. But now that you're okay, I can see you don't need me anymore because you have someone new you can share your happiness with. It's okay. I just can't believe you can actually act that way to me.. JUST like that. Yuo try to be casual around me pa when I know what's happening already. I am not indifferent. I CAN feel and I have my instincts. Besides, I saw it coming na naman eh. I mean, I was always the &lt;em&gt;epal &lt;/em&gt;one naman eh. And I'm only the tissue in your life that you pull out when you need someone to wipe away your tears. Tsss, fine, be that way. Magsama kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not mention any names because I did not want to &lt;strong&gt;sell anyone out &lt;/strong&gt;(as some people think I would).. especially some of my so-called friends. &lt;strong&gt;Ang matamaan, GUILTY&lt;/strong&gt;. All these happening because of some fuckin' boy. Wow, what a way to waste a friendship.. OVER AN UNWORTHY GUY. Oh well that ends unwell.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you find any grammatical errors or typographical errors, I'm sorry. Leche, ma-barok na kung ma-barok, I just needed an output for my anger (or is this hatred already?).&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows what I am going through and I trust him in this. He knows the way for me to go. He knows what is BEST for me. All of these are happening to me because he wants to mold me to become the strongest me.. ever. Be patient with me guys, God's not finished making me yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111357691931568145?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111357691931568145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111357691931568145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111357691931568145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111357691931568145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-so-sick-of-this.html' title='I&apos;m so sick of this.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111348398463949447</id><published>2005-04-14T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:26:40.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History repeats itself.</title><content type='html'>Due to &lt;a href="http://jannuhh.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Janna's&lt;/a&gt; consistent, &lt;em&gt;"Update Shari!!"&lt;/em&gt;, here's what you all waited long enough for (ASA!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW LAYOUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Features Mischa Barton. Made in Paint Shop Pro. Color PINK again. I'm sorry but I just really got tired of seeing that Ayumi layout over and over again. Ganon talaga ako, madaling magsawa. Tuloy, wasn't able to keep my word on putting that layout up 'til the end of April. Sana naman ito hanggang next month na. Rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well.. Look who &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; has a summer activity! I'm currently enrolled in &lt;strong&gt;Streetdancing &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;Steps Dance Studio&lt;/strong&gt;. Today was my first day. I missed 1 session already but the instructor made it easy for the first timers. The instructor, whose name I wasn't able to get for the whole hour, was awesome. Super galing niya Paano ba naman he's the UP Streetdance head or coach yata. Besides, he probably won't get the job if he wasn't magaling. Durh. Shari?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry if I'm not making sense here 'cause I really have this tiny yet complicated problem at the back of my head. The more I try to forget about it, the more it's making me feel miserable. I read &lt;a href="http://superwonderwomanruss.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Russ's&lt;/a&gt; blog and it has helped me so much in whatever this is I am going through. (You'd get an idea on what this may be if you read it) I shall not disclose it in this public blog because I believe it's too personal; although, I am needing advice from an unbiased source. My friends have helped me already and told me what they think I should do, but why, why is it so hard to decide? Why can't God just give me the answer right away? Why does he want me to think and think until I go crazy just thinking about it? I, Shari, who used to be the one with advices to tell my friends and help them with their problems, am now the one seeking advice. Desperately even? I find it weird how we can give so many advices to others when they have problems, yet when we're the ones stuck in a rut, we can't even give one advice to ourself. Anyway, I'm just going to get these all out of me through dancing. So to all my classmates in Steps, don't freak out when you see a girl na sobrang exagge sa class hah, pagpasensyahan niyo na. Anyway, I'm just gonna blog about this in my Livejournal, so if you want to hear some &lt;em&gt;chizms&lt;/em&gt;, doon nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot, I got my report card exactly 1 week ago. Grabe, I didn't see those grades coming! I did poorly during the 3rd quarter that I wasn't even in the Top 10 in class. I cried noh! (I'm a crybaby, I know). I thought to myself I was too loose on myself and I was too confident that even if I don't study, I wouldn't fail naman. I have never failed, except for Research in which I got a &lt;strong&gt;66&lt;/strong&gt; in. Grabe yun! Buti nalang it was 40% lang ng English but it did pull my English grade down. So I was really happy when my English teacher told me I got a &lt;strong&gt;96&lt;/strong&gt; this quarter! Pero durh, I didn't expect to see that 96 in my card kasi for sure, Research would pull it down. Nakakaasar! But yeah, I'm happy because from Top 15, I was able to climb up to being Top 3 in class. It was such an uphill climb rin noh! Damn, but I still wasn't able to give my best because I didn't really feel that I gave all out efforts in everything. I could've done better. (Shari?! Is that you?! You're not a mediocre anymore!) But I'm happy I got a &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt; eagle this quarter, which means I got an average of 90 and above and I don't have a grade less than 85 in any subject. Haaay, if only I could excel even more in 3rd year high. Asa pa diba? So there, just sharing my piece of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111348398463949447?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111348398463949447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111348398463949447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111348398463949447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111348398463949447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/history-repeats-itself.html' title='History repeats itself.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111313185469931528</id><published>2005-04-10T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T02:30:14.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSG's  3rd year and 7th month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 3 years and 7 months &lt;strong&gt;CSG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you must be wondering what the hell CSG means and what it is. CSG stands for &lt;em&gt;Cute San'a Gagas&lt;/em&gt;, my barkada since 5th grade. You see, we have gone through a lot of things the last 3 years and 7 months. Let's take a trip down Memory lane, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During 5th grade, we got to know each other. This was my returning year in Colegio San Agustin because I studied in the United States for a year. So when I got back, my best friend, Kat, and I re-acquainted. Then, some of my 3rd grade friends and I were classmates that year, too, so they came along with me and Kat. Then, they had other friends who came along wth us and the rest is history. First few weeks ko palang, I had enemies, or shall I say, haters, for that matter that really said bad things about me, saying I was &lt;em&gt;maarte&lt;/em&gt; and all. Of course, being the innocent me, I didn't really understand some words that they said about me but my friends explained to me that they were really harsh words. Well, I expected that 'cause they wouldn't hate me if what they said about me were nice. Naturally. So then they [the haters] found out about my barkada and that we named ourselves the &lt;strong&gt;Cute Sexy Girls&lt;/strong&gt;, which of course we didn't really want others to take in literally. I mean, it was even suppose to be our name so kami kami lang dapat yun may alam and all. We didn't intend for it to spread around that almost everyone in school, even the teachers, knew about us. So then and there, talkshit spread about us, how&lt;em&gt; maaarte and malalandi &lt;/em&gt;we were. We didn't really care because we knew each other and our friends knew we weren't like that. During this year, we also had a "Mommy Meeting". We planned for our parents to meet during the summer before 6th grade. Our moms and one dad, together with all of us, had lunch in Country Waffles in G4, back when it was still running. We learned so much about each other's parents! It was way awesome too because our parents go to know each other made them trust us with one another, meaning they held us responsible for each other. This was actually a great year for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to 6th grade, we were still friends, but two of our original members left the gang because of some misunderstandings between me and one of the two leaving. There was also a time during 5th grade when I left the barkada too because of some misunderstandings. We had 2 new members we met that we didn't intend to have 'cause people might think they "replaced" the two people who left but not naman talaga. During this school year, the number of our haters increased. There was even one incident when more than 50 7th graders gathered around our table just to annoy us. That was the biggest &lt;em&gt;sugod &lt;/em&gt;we ever encountered. When a teacher came and asked what was happening, they started singing &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday '&lt;/em&gt;cause when the teacher finds out they were doing such things, they won't graduate. So yes, during this year, we were really inseparable. Morning, recess, lunch, dismissal.. we were TOGETHER. We would play "Sino, Ano, Saan, Kailan" and laugh our hearts out reading the connected words or phrases. During this year, we tried to enter guys into the barkada, which meant we had to change the name to "Cute Sanago Guys" which only lasted for a month or so only because the guys were, say, immature and insensitive. Towards the end of the year, the two members who left, Kat and Buchay, went back and so we were finally complete. We also changed our name to &lt;strong&gt;Cute San'a Gagas&lt;/strong&gt;. We got the name from some hater because they trashed our name. We retained the San'a which means San Agustin, our school, and Gagas, because well, we liked it. We think it suits us. Gagas because even if we went through hell the past two years, we still remained intact. And the Cute, because we wanted to retain a memory of our original name. It's a symbol of how we started and how we really got to know each other. And simply because we can't think of anything else. Thus, it was the final generation of our barkada and a start of a beautiful and renewed friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 7th grade. During 7th grade, one member, Jamay, was added because she returned from one school, while 2 others left. Inna, went to Sacred Heart, while Joy enrolled in home school. This was still a fun year for us because even if the Head Teacher we had back then, Ms. De Mesa, was Über strict, we still managed to keep our friendship intact. We weren't able to hang out during the mornings because we had to be in our rooms already. We weren't able to hang out freely during Lunch time because she implied Martial Law which means we had only 15 minutes to eat and line up already or ELSE. Oh, and we had communal recess which means we had to eat with our classmates. Yes, it sucked but it was a test on our friendship. Throughout all those hindrances, we still managed to stick together no matter what. Our Graduation was really emotional because Sarah was moving to Poveda. And later that summer, we found out that Kat was moving to the States for one year for the same reason I was in the States during 4th grade. But we didn't think that it was going to be the end of our bumpy yet strong friendship then. We still thought positively and remained strong for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During 1st year high, well, this was sort of a sad year for us because we were slowly falling apart due to new friends a.ka., the classmates of some of us. They got along well which caused some misunderstandings among all of us. We would have other friends yet we'd still eat in the same table without talking to each other. And I mean talking in a way that we were making sense and understanding each other. It was really sad because 2 of our kabarkada weren't on the same wavelength as the rest of us were. They talked differently, dressed differently and acted very very differently. Just as we thought things were getting worse, well... we eventually talked about the problem and worked it out well. We ended the year really well because we slept over in Edsa Shangri-La, which was really fun, except for me sleeping really early. HahaÜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent times, we are still going strong. We have conquered every battle that confronted us and overcame every obstacle that came across our really wacky friendship. I am really thankful to have such wonderful friends that are there for me, and at least try, to always help me with whatever it is I am going through. I'm truly grateful for these people who accepted me even if others rejected me for pathetic reasons. People who pushed me to the top while others were bringing me down. People who molded me into who I am today. I just can not picture myself with other friends. I hope that no matter what happens and that even if we are all headed in different paths, we will still always be around for one another. You may all not know how much you mean to me because words aren't strong enough to express how I feel right now. If you need me, I will always be here. No matter how far, how near, how hard, how easy, no matter what country, now matter what state, we will and always will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;keeping the faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patricia Agnes Aboboto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joy Banta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jalyssa Mae Caccam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inna Michaela Isaac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katrina Anne Manalo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Romina Rae Manalo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christine Sarah Mariñas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marie Antoinette Medina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Krista Carmina Mendoza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alessandra Marie Mercado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karen Perdon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leonissa Reyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes, yeah.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visit our site to get to know us better: &lt;a href="http://csgagaz.blogspot.com"&gt;http://csgagaz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111313185469931528?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111313185469931528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111313185469931528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111313185469931528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111313185469931528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/csgs-3rd-year-and-7th-month.html' title='CSG&apos;s  3rd year and 7th month.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111302607481818232</id><published>2005-04-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:01:10.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee, it's the long lost blogger.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the lack of updates guys. I have so many problems going on in my life. I know that these problems won't kill me. They would only make me a stronger and a better person so I should face them no matter how hard it gets. I really want to let it all out because I just can't keep all these inside me. I'm really having a hard time because this isn't just one of those love problems I'm used to dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about a friend who happens to be one of my very best friends. Well, some things happened here at home during my birthday and my &lt;em&gt;Ate &lt;/em&gt;saw her and her boyfriend na parang &lt;em&gt;naglalambingan&lt;/em&gt;. So she told my mom what she saw. Of course, my mom being such a mommy mom told me that she'd tell on my friend because she doesn't want us getting the blame if ever something bad or when worse comes to worse, get pregnant, happens here at home. She's really just concerned because she knows this friend of mine and my friend's parents and her are close friends too. I told her to please just don't tell on my friend because I know something bad's gonna happen to her if her parents found out. My mom and I even fought and I really was in tears when we were talking because I didn't want my friend to get in trouble because of me. Even if people tell me it's not my fault, I would like to believe otherwise because I know how she feels. I know that if that happened to me, my life would totally crumble down. I feel so guilty. I don't want my friendship with my best friend to end just because of this. More or less 10 years of being friends, she and I could write each other's biography from the beginning until the end. We finish each other's sentences, we even speak the same sentences! It's really hard for me to go through this because I can't do anything about it. I want to talk to one of her parents but I couldn't cause they might not listen to me. The worst part is, she might be sent back to the States.. for good. I don't want to lose this friend, she played such a big part in my life. She's part of my &lt;em&gt;takas getaways, &lt;/em&gt;my crying sessions, laugh trips, sound trips and all sorts of wacky and crazy session trips! We rode a taxi from the Fort to Merville to Sucat and paid a whopping Php300. I can't just say everything we've been through for I might end ten years from now. I just want her to know that she's really special to me. &lt;em&gt;Mawala na lahat ng lalaki sa buhay ko, masaktan na ko't maiwanan ng mahal ko, wag lang kaibigan kong kilalalang kilala ako at alam ang buong buhay ko.&lt;/em&gt; Don't let go best friend, please, DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Where do you study?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study in Colegio San Agustin, Makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my barkada blogsite: &lt;a href="http://csgagaz.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;CSGAGAZ.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111302607481818232?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111302607481818232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111302607481818232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111302607481818232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111302607481818232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/whee-its-long-lost-blogger.html' title='Whee, it&apos;s the long lost blogger.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111270461869536205</id><published>2005-04-05T04:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T06:40:57.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your kinda girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/rizzie_18/bruha.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That picture shows how completely &lt;strong&gt;boring &lt;/strong&gt;my summer is that I have nothing else to do but take pictures of myself with flying hair and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, I just had a long post that got deleted for some reason. Blogger! Rarr, I hate how they have no 'recover file' or something like that to save the post. Anyway, I have NOT done anything productive yet this summer. I don't think I ever will! Oh heavens, please, grant me something so that I could at least get out of the house and work my ass off this summer. Be it streetdancing, badminton, volleyball or even basketball. You wanna know what my routine has been so far every single day? I wake up, eat, take a bath, watch TV, surf the Net, listen to senti or hip-hop music (depends on my mood), eat, surf some more 'til I get bored, dance (yes, i dance in my room! haha), watch TV, eat dinner, watch TV til I fall asleep. So different from what I pictured my summer this year would be. Lord, help me. I'm getting fatter and fatter by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/rizzie_18/flagecrush.gif" align="left" /&gt; The picture beside this is my 'hidden' crush. He's the friend of my last &lt;i&gt;ka-MU&lt;/i&gt;. He was introduced to me the same time my ka-MU was, but I didn't really notice him then because I was too focused on the other ass, his friend. I noticed him lang last month when I saw him with my ka-village peeps in Starbucks. I was like, WHOA. So yes, he's my secret crush.. guess who!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's talk about &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, the universal feeling. &lt;strong&gt;Do you think making out or even just kissing is acceptable when you do it with someone you love, yet, you're not together?&lt;/strong&gt; I am confronted with this question by a friend last night. I mean, she didn't exactly ask me that question directly. She just needed advice because she and her &lt;em&gt;ka-MU &lt;/em&gt;kissed countless times already but it has bothered her ever since because she knows they're not together. I told her that it was okay, but I, myself, find it wrong because I've been through the same situation before and it didn't turn out well. The 'break up' was harsh because I had no right with the guy since we weren't together. In her situation, the reason behind it was because they're both not legal, meaning of course, their parents don't approve of their relationship. So if ever their parents ask them about each other, they can wholeheartedly say, "of course we're not together! we're just friends &lt;em&gt;noh&lt;/em&gt;!" which is techincally true. I told her that if they 'break up' or drift apart or whatnot, they can't blame each other 'cause they have no claim with one another, meaning no commitments! So if they "break up", they can't say, "Why? What's your reason?" or whatver, because they have no claims. I have so many friends and even acqauintances suffering this "friends with benefits" or in this case, "MU with benefits" situation. I don't know what to tell them because what I think is the right thing might not be that easy to do. What's your take on this though? Share naman! I need your opinions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111270461869536205?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111270461869536205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111270461869536205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111270461869536205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111270461869536205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/not-your-kinda-girl.html' title='Not your kinda girl.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111260859180974808</id><published>2005-04-04T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T02:58:54.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LAYOUT! yet again.</title><content type='html'>Since I could not, and I mean, never figure out why my blog won't fit in the box, I just thought I'd change layout nalang. Rarr talaga yun. So yes, I have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEW LAYOUT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This will probably b up until the end of the month because I'm sick and tired of changing layouts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my family and I went out. My little sister, my dad and my mom watched The Pacifier since we already watched it while my sister and I watched &lt;strong&gt;Be Cool&lt;/strong&gt;. It was.. well, cool. At first, I thought it was a boring movie. There were some dull moments that I thought I'd sleep nalang. I didn't even understand the plot in the beginning pa nga 'cause they were all against Chili. Basta, watch it. It's a nice movie. Shows how the music biz is really complicated and crazy. I give it a 7/10 just because Andre 3000 was cool there. Oh and after the movie, my sis and I saw &lt;strong&gt;Rayver Cruz&lt;/strong&gt;, the Anim-e guy in Spirits. He was super thin and tall. So that's it. Gotta go, I have 2 more sisters fighting over the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111260859180974808?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111260859180974808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111260859180974808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111260859180974808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111260859180974808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-layout-yet-again.html' title='NEW LAYOUT! yet again.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111249796673244484</id><published>2005-04-02T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:17:05.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWRR.</title><content type='html'>My layout won't get fixed. Argh. I hate how it's over its width size. Can someone please help me? Blogger isn't being nice to me. Rarr. I'd rather code in HTML but then, I'm tired of having a website. I just want a regular blogsite. So if anyone out there is a good Samaritan, please do help me. Just comment. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we did watch &lt;strong&gt;The Pacifier&lt;/strong&gt;. I liked it! I'm really into comedies so I loved this movie. It's an action-comedy-drama movie rolled into one. Vin Diesel has one HOT body. We're all used to seeing him in action movies right? So him being in a comedy movie just amazes me. He still had that angst as an action star but he managed to really be funny. I give the movie 9/10 just because I'm a sucker for comedy movies. I just hate how it ended without even explaining or showing what the &lt;em&gt;Ghost&lt;/em&gt; was. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went around the mall. My ate kept on going into jewelry shops and looking at stuff. My kuya, ate's husband, kept on going into designer shops. And well me and my sister? We went inside Goldcrest and looked for accessories. I just bought a candymag. I didn't really find anything worth buying. I hate it when I want to buy something but I just don't know what it is. Before, I used to be an impulsive shopper. I'd buy things that looked so attractive to me without even thinking twice. A few hours later, I'd end up regretting it and think that I just wasted my money. Now, I so changed. I think too much that even if I need the thing I'm eyeing, I end up not buying it because I'd have no more money left. Grabe na talaga ang pera ngayon, hirap na kitain. My friends and I before would ALWAYS and I mean always have our pictures taken whenever we went out. Before pa nga sa picture cards, diba they'd take like 3 or 4 pics for you to choose from, kami, kinukuha namin lahat! We were "rich" then. But now, whenever we go out, wala na, digciam nalang or phone, 'cause we simply don't have money anymore. It's so sad 'cause when we all decide to go out unplanned, we'd end up sitting in Food Choices and watch the people go down the escalator. That's how "poor" we are now. But still, we're thankful that even if we don't have that much money, we still have each other. Awww...&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111249796673244484?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111249796673244484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111249796673244484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111249796673244484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111249796673244484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/rawrr.html' title='RAWRR.'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111241783757023146</id><published>2005-04-01T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:57:17.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LAYOUT!</title><content type='html'>Wheeeeee, how'd you like the &lt;b&gt;new layout&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;It's simple. Not so summery and everything but I like it 'cause it's all clean and neat-looking. I don't have much to blog right now but I will blog more later. I'm going to the mall with my Ate and her family. We're going to watch Pacifier. Yeah! So there, I just wanna update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111241783757023146?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111241783757023146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111241783757023146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111241783757023146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111241783757023146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-layout.html' title='NEW LAYOUT!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11848108.post-111235709294137350</id><published>2005-04-01T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T04:04:52.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG!</title><content type='html'>This is my new home! I had a blogger before but then I didn't want it so I stayed with my personal site. Now that my personal site's going down in one month, I decided to have a blogger website. And isn't it a nice day to start one? APRIL 1ST!  What if this was all a joke and they erased every person that signed up today huh? Damn, that's gonna be so fucked up. Haha. So yeah, I'll probably be blogging here regularly but I'm going to be udpating my &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~xxgirlfriend" target="new"&gt;LIVEJOURNAL&lt;/a&gt; more often because it's friends only and I'd be blogging my more personal issues there. If you have one, add me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIVE JOURNAL: &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~xxgirlfriend" target="new"&gt;LJ.COM/~XXGIRLFRIEND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11848108-111235709294137350?l=sharzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/111235709294137350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11848108&amp;postID=111235709294137350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111235709294137350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11848108/posts/default/111235709294137350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharzzz.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG!'/><author><name>Shari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01316770879752896769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img67.echo.cx/img67/9159/shavatarie9da.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
