<?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-12332999</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:37:19.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feel the beat and shake it</title><subtitle type='html'>im a punk rock prom queen^brown paper magazine^hotter than uv ever seen^everywhere&amp;in between^a 10ticket thrill ride^dont u wana come inside^a 5star triple threat^hardest of d hard-to-get^noones lil red corvette^ain't seen nothin lil yet^im ur late night head rush^ace-high royal flush^a red velvet orange crush^coz u just dont impress me much^a glossy double-cover spread^opened up inside ur head^a black cherry paradise^half d sugar twice d spice^i dont wana treat u nice^cmon baby roll the dice</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-114458778403050968</id><published>2006-04-09T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T06:03:04.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know how you're feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're scared. you're afraid to feel...what you're starting to feel. the way you felt the very first time you realized....you're good enough for him. let him in. trust him. he might hurt you. but would you be better off without him? the answer is no. i say, take a risk...if you're going to live...live a little bit with him. i see how you act when you're around him. i see how he lights up your life. don't worry about the future. That’s forever and a day. every time he holds you, you shake. i see it. every time he kisses your neck, you smile, because he knows its your favorite thing. because he listens. and he knows. because he cares. you want to care. but last time you cared...you screwed up. you weren't mature then. you've grown a little. It’s ok to take a chance. this one seems like a catch. even if he does worry a little too much. about you liking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let him catch you. i know he will. He’s just that type of guy. he wants to care for you. go ahead. fall head over heels. its the only way. just let it go. i see you hesitating. why? he hasn't given you a reason not to trust him. i know you have a problem with trust. that bubble, ive seen it. the way you push people away, because you hate getting hurt. he says that you can be yourself, but you don't know if hes ready to see the real you, because you're afraid he won't like it. He’s accepting. even if he is a bit shakey right now, deep down you know hed go for you in a heartbeat. you may be the total opposite of everything he’s ever been with, but maybe new is what he needs. That’s you. stop pushing. i know you can't wait to see him. i know that you sit with your phone in your hand. waiting to hear your phone ring...his ring. because you picked it. for him. and only him. i know you sit and daydream about him in every class. i know you want a million and one lazy afternoons. i know you hate cars. and so does he. he gives you something to look forward to. why do you think he does this. what is that feeling you have in your stomach. is it butterflies? is it 'the feeling'? is it what you want to feel? i know you love it. because its the way you feel when you're around him. so don't get mad when he can't be with you for a night. he told you he’d wait for you. and you told him you'd wait for him. he likes honesty. you like that he cares. secretly you love that he is the way he is. he might be afraid to fall for you, but look what he’s given you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to feel wanted. you want him to discover you. you want him to spend hours upon hours, looking into your eyes, for your deepest darkest secret. you want him to find out what makes you tick. you want him to study you. find your strengths. your weakenesses. prepare himself for you. you want him to review you. edit you. claim you. you want him to solve you, like a crossword puzzle. you want him to complete you. put you together. piece by piece. you want him to see you, for you. you want him to analyze you. you want him to break you down. you want him to make an effort. go that extra mile. to earn your trust. you want him emotionally, not just physically. you want him to suffocate you. smother you. with kisses. with hugs. with love. you want him to know the answer before you ask the question. you want him, to want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, you want him to find you. you want him to dig to china, in search of you. you want him to write a book about you. about what he’s discovered. what he’s uncovered. something no one else has ever seen. you want him to find the real you. you want him to send search parties in search of you. you want him to be your knight. you want him to be your rescuer. you want him to be brave enough to travel through waves of emotions just to be with you. you never want to worry about losing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want him to want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im proud of you. for knowing that you can handle this. for being patient. this is hard. i know. im happy to see that hes willing to make everything better. he knows everything will get better. after all....he promised, right? im happy that your starting to trust him. day by day. thats how you have to take it. baby steps. grow with him. grow for him. i can see hes starting to fall for you. so let down your guard. take down the caution tape. let yourself out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let him burst your bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should let him love you. so don't be afraid to undress your feelings. let him play with them. he'll play nicely. let him take you. aggressively. don't be scared of what you haven't felt in so long. don't be afraid to tell him no. and don't be afraid of getting shot down. but most of all, don't be afraid to trust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-114458778403050968?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/114458778403050968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=114458778403050968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/114458778403050968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/114458778403050968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-know-how-youre-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-114365746617178027</id><published>2006-03-29T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:37:46.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell her you think shes AmAzInG. Tell her why you think shes so amazing. Play with her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Snuggle, Hold her hand, and lightly kiss her. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; she'll scream and fight you but secretly, she'll love it. Hold her hand and walk. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other people’s YaRdS and give them to her. Tell her she looks beautiful. Introduce her to your friends as "The most amazing girl I know''. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, ice skating, playgrounds, and coffee shops. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes...Whatever it takes to make her LaUgH. Write poems about her. Walk with her, even if its just around the block. Throw pebbles at her window at night. surprise her. do things that make her smile, make her laugh, and make her want to kiss you right on the face. be spontaneous. When she starts yelling at you, tell her you love her. Give her back rubs. Play mud football with her. Play in the snow with her. Let her fall asleep in your arms.Call her... even if its just to say hi. Call her back if she calls you. Jump on the bed with her. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Push her on swings. Give her piggy-back rides. Stay up with her all night. Leave her little unexpected notes.. on the car, or on her door, or in her locker saying how much she means to you. Take her to romantic places and lay out blankets to look at the stars* Make up nicknames for eachother. Show up at her school or class unexpectedly. Send flowers and dorky notes that only you two understand.Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Make her cds of songs that remind you of her. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour car trip. Go out on a road trip even if theres no destination or you cant be gone long. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to her favorite songs. When shes sad or sick, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the pictures of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Make her a romantic dinner for special days. Remember dates.. even ones like your first kiss or date and surprise her on the anniversary. Kiss her in the rain. Kiss her in the snow... Kiss her when she least expects it.When you fall in love with her, tell her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-114365746617178027?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/114365746617178027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=114365746617178027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/114365746617178027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/114365746617178027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2006/03/tell-her-you-think-shes-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-114365665244140233</id><published>2006-03-29T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:24:12.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how forever never seems to really last,&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how friends can just leave you when you're down,&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how when you need someone they're never around.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people change and think they`re so much better,&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how many lies can be packed in one "love letter".&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people forgive even though they can't forget,&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how one night can contain so much regret.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how ironic life turns out to be,&lt;br /&gt;but the funniest part of all, none of that's funny to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yOu NeVeR rEaLLy KnOw WhO yOuR tRuE fRiEnDs ArE uNtiL tEaRs ArE roLLiNg DoWn YoUr ChEeKs. TrUe FriEnDs ArE tHe OnEs WhO aRe ThErE to WiPe YoUr TeArS aNd HoLd YoUr HaNd, eVen ThOuGh ThEy hAvE nO iDeA wHaT's wRoNg. EvErYoNe eLsE jUsT sTaNdS aRoUnD wOnDeRiNg WhAt HaPpEnEd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you've been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there's no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. It isn't until you finally run up against your deepest demons-your unsolvable problems- the ones that make you who you truly are- that you're ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you are looking for. You are looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the "right" wrong person- someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, "This is the problem I want to have." I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-114365665244140233?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/114365665244140233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=114365665244140233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/114365665244140233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/114365665244140233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-funny-how-hello-is-always.html' title=''/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-114365491051119109</id><published>2006-03-29T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:55:10.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes you have to just forget the rules, to follow your heart and see where it takes you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never apologize for saying what you feel because that's like saying sorry for being real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never regret anything you said or did because at some point, it was what you wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true strength is being able to hold it all together when everyone else is expecting you to fall apart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-114365491051119109?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/114365491051119109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=114365491051119109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/114365491051119109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/114365491051119109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-you-have-to-just-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-114338172839194588</id><published>2006-03-26T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T06:30:28.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:p</title><content type='html'>#1&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to believe that you're really like that, coz when we're hanging out, you seem okay. but once i turn my back you turn into a completely different person, and it's like you disregard everything we went through. i really like you as a friend and i'm really glad that you are. i have fun hanging out with you (sooo much fun) and i really do enjoy your company more that most people. i feel comfortable telling you stuff, because you're one of the few people who listen and understand, and i know it's gonna be really hard to find someone who can connect with me as much as you can. i miss the old you, when we used to be clean, you know? clean, meaning nothing hidden. i want things to be the way they used to, but it seems like we've grown apart somehow. i do admit that i have my own faults, of course, but doesn't everyone? nobody's perfect and we all know that. sometimes, things are just meant to be that way and we just have to learn to accept people as they are, learn to see past those flaws, and see their positive sides. that's what i decided to do with you, and it really helped me see your good side. the side that everybody likes, and not the side that some people don't. because once you see someone's bad side, you can't help but see all the other negative things too, and you'll end up seeing that side of the person the whole way through, and not the other side that you should learn to appreciate. i know youre thinking "look who's talking" and yea, i do admit that i'm guilty of those things as well. everybody is. and like everyone else, i'm trying to change. everybody has something they should change. you don't know this, but if you only knew, most people used to talk about you and shit, and tell me crap about you. but instead of joining them, i chose not to. i do admit that i used to (and i know you know), but towards the end, the reason why they stopped is because i told them to. i learned to forget and put all those negative things aside (because everybody has those), and appreciate you for who you are and even defended you most of the time. i really like you, you know.. and i want others to like you too, because you really are a great person. that's why they started seeing your good side, too. but nowadays, i find it really hard to ignore the fact that you're not what you appear to be. and i want things between us to be okay, i really do. anyway, thank you for teaching me so much. you may not be aware of it, but you really did. you also helped me realize and understand so many things, and i'm really thankful for that. you're a great person. a great friend. by the way, sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;im really thankful that we've grown really close now, and you're one of the best friends i've ever had. of course we have our down moments, but you know what? i'm glad we did. coz it's what made us closer. im glad that we had that "open forum" and told each other all the negative things about each other. (that was a long time ago) thanks for opening up and letting me know those things. i really appreciate it. it's good that now we know, right? and it's also good that now we're not hiding anything anymore. anyway, i'm sure you know that i really enjoy your company, and i feel really really comfortable when i'm with you. it's like i can really be myself without having to worry what you would think, because i know that whatever i do, you won't react negatively. so thanks as in THANKS for that. you don't know how thankful i am that i can tell you anything and everything. thanks for telling me stuff as well, and thanks for always opening up. i really appreciate it :) thanks for always staying with me and hanging out and stuff. basta thanks talaga. and thanks for keeping all the things i tell you, and for listening and even helping me out most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 and #4&lt;br /&gt;im really glad that up to know, we're still really close. it's a shame though, that we don't get to hang out as much anymore, and we don't get to spend that much time together. but even though we only get to hang out once in a while, it's good that we don't grow apart. we've been friends for the longest time, and you guys are the ones that know me most, grew up with me, experienced so many changes with me, met so many friends with me, went through tough times with me, stayed with me, at the very most. thanks for that. i wanna get to spend more time with you guys, and it's a shame that we don't get to do the things we used to do together anymore. i miss that, and i want you to know that those were most of the best times of my life. we've grown together, and i'm sure that my life would have been COMPLETELY different (not to mention lame) if it weren't for you guys. i miss you sooooo much. you have no idea. i know i always say this (almost everyday, actually) but.. I WANNA GO OUT!!!!!!! let's!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;you seem to be changing now.. but you're basically still the same person that i learned to appreciate. all the positive stuff are still there but we're noticing that you've become very irritable lately, and a few more. but you're still a great friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i'm really sorry about the situation, and i want to be able to do something about it but the only person that can fix things is you. running away from things (or people) won't make any difference. and to me, it seems like that's what you're resorting to. it also seems like you're giving up and giving in. you're letting yourself be pushed aside instead of being strong for yourself. anyway, thanks for opening up. i really appreciate the fact that you let me know that, and it's a really good thing you did. but why just now? i mean, you could have told me earlier. but it's ok, i understand that it's hard to do that. basta thanks. thanks for caring so much and for everything else you've done for me. thanks for reminding me to do all the stuff i should do, for staying with me when i need company, for doing so much favors for me even though it was such a hassle for you, and for simply being one of the nicest people i've ever met. i want you to know that you're a great person, and you shouldn't let other people make you feel bad about yourself, or make you feel that you're not good enough or worthy of anything. don't be scared of other people, and don't let yourself get intimidated to the point where you just let them scare you and crap&lt;em&gt;. wag kang magpapatalo&lt;/em&gt;. you have to believe in yourself, and know that you can do anything as long as you put your mind to it. don't let your fears stop you because nothing will ever happen to you, and you won't be able to reach anything if you just let every intimidation get to you. also remember that you will always find people who care, and will help you get through anything. who are always there for you, believing in you even though you don't even believe in yourself.. who will stay strong for you even though you're doubting yourself.. who will constantly stay with you when you simply don't want to be alone. just believe in yourself, just as everyone else believes in you. you have to learn to be strong, because you really are.. and you have every reason to be.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;i miss you :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ayan.. ang boring kasi, nagdrama tuloy ako dito.. anyway, un lang naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-114338172839194588?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/114338172839194588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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lame..</title><content type='html'>gahd ang boring ngayon!!! all i did was watch tv and eat.. buhay baboy nanaman. wala kasing training eh. oh well :p&lt;br /&gt;i watched espn tas gymnastics tas woooooaaaah!!!! ang galing!!! nakakainspire hehe i wanna go to gym NOW!! poof!! yekk labo. haha :p&lt;br /&gt;ate's home yay!! nanood kaming nanny mcphee. it was nice :) grabe kagabi nastuck ako sa katips for hours after gym, kasi mga 11 na ata ako nasundo eh 6 kami dumating sa katips, so wow. musta ka naman dun, crissy. ah ok lang naman.. nagstay ako sa mcdo then lumipat sa 7-11, then lumipat sa seattles best para maki-charge. hihiÜ wais!! so mukha akong ewan dun. lahat ng tao naglalaptop, tas ako.. nagchacharge. hehe :p&lt;br /&gt;kakatapos nga lang pala ng prom! twas ok, pero we spent most of our rime na nakapila sa labas para sa picture taking. and sakit sakit na ng paa nun, considering na hindi pa ganun kataas heels ko. pano pa kaya ung iba?? haha! goodluck nalang.. if you wanna see the pics, go to &lt;a href="http://dancingspoiledbrat.multiply.com"&gt;my multiply &lt;/a&gt;. it's linked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la na kong masabi. hehe =p bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-114337320809235548?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/114337320809235548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=114337320809235548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/114337320809235548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/114337320809235548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-is-lame.html' title='sunday is lame..'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-114278393160480399</id><published>2006-03-19T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T07:58:51.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE --&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;emotions survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[anger]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what makes you really mad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pag najejebs na ko at walang tissue. grrr. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you have a bad temper?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you swear when you are mad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha ya &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you yell or hit people when you are mad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ay hindi naman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever made someone cry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes :p &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how often do you get mad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;depends &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[jealousy]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are you a jealous person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what makes you jealous?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;selos ba ito? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how often do you get jealous?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i don't usually &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who are you jealous of?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;wala naman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how do you act when you get jealous?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ang kulit mo ah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you get mad at the people you are jealous of?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sige lang &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[sadness]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are you a sad person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what makes you sad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pag walang load? haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how often are you sad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm.. ewan &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you cry a lot?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you cry on your friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you cried in public?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hindi pa naman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[happiness]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are you a happy person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;oh yes :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how often are you happy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;very often. kahit sad, happy ako.. haha labo nun ah :p &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what makes you happy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lotsa things.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who makes you happy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;shempre friends.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how do you act when you are happy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;edi masaya.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what makes you happiest in your life?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;marami eh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[hate]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you hate?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;fake. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you hate anyone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;wala naman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;does anyone hate you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;do you hate me? haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you have a hate list?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;doesn't everyone? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what kind of people do you hate?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;fake. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what kind of music do you hate?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;umm pirated? haha labo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[love]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever loved anyone/been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;oo naman. family.. and friends. yihee :"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever told someone you loved them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;of course &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how many times have you been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;shempre forever ko mahal pamilya ko &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what is love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ay jologs.. autograph book ka? haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever loved someone so much you'd die for them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;wow ang tindi nun! haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;has anyone told you they loved you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;oo naman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[self esteem]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how is your self-esteem over all?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ayos lang.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you love yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;aba shempre!! :"&gt; kinilig naman ako dun &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you think you are attractive?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;magnetic! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever wanted to kill yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ay wag naman sana.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever harmed yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha yah :p &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are you happy with who you are?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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daddy&lt;br /&gt;3 must be this good at playing the guitar&lt;br /&gt;4 must be musically inclined :P&lt;br /&gt;5 must be smart (and do all our homework -crissy)&lt;br /&gt;6 must be generous (aka rich)&lt;br /&gt;7 must NOT be possessive&lt;br /&gt;8 must be ridiculously good at sports&lt;br /&gt;9 must be taller than us&lt;br /&gt;10 must be fun and must have a good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;11 must NOT be perverted&lt;br /&gt;12 must know how to dress&lt;br /&gt;13 be unexpectedly sweet&lt;br /&gt;14 know how to cook really well&lt;br /&gt;15 know how to drive&lt;br /&gt;16 follow our every command&lt;br /&gt;17 be torpe but not too much (according to crissy)&lt;br /&gt;18 stay up with us until we fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;19 know how to dance&lt;br /&gt;20 get along with our friends (and families)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, if you want to be our boyfriend, you must be a HOTT slave. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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DADDY'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-114260261475878613</id><published>2006-03-17T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T05:36:54.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey.. bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE --&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A  survey that you will remember&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Last Person You...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;thought about?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm.. hahaha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Looked at?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mother dearest &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;said I love you to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hahaha. you? i love you.. so yea you &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hugged?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;crew group hug :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kissed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hahaha. you? mmwah.. so yea you &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hurt?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ina *spanky spanky you're being naughty! :)) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shared a secret with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;berns and ina &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;watched a movie with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;berns and ina &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;couldn't stop thinking about?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm.. hahaha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In your family...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who makes you laugh?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;charm (sis) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who makes you cry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hmm.. nobody from my family &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is strict?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;father dear &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who is laid back:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mother dear &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who makes you think?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brother dear &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who will do anything for you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;all of them.. aww.. hehe =p &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been skinnydipping?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hah!! no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Made a friend mad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ya, all the time :)) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;gotten a detention?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;tinatanong pa ba yan?? of course! =p &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;gotten expelled?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ah hindi naman &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;threw popcorn in a movie theatre?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha yea!! again again!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been on stage?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ya :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;seen a famous person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ya i just look at the mirror.. duh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;been pantsed by a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;what the hell.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;lost your voice?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yah.. haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;best at?...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ballet.. haha!!! dream on =p &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;worst at?...:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lots.. haha &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;profession?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;chef :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;gizelle &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite movie star?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;shempre myself. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;idol?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;american idol? haha labo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hair color?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;favorite movie?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhhh.. uuhhh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever been in LOVE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hahaha i'm in love with lotsa people (berns, ina, moo, rash are a few =p) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;favorite color?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;bluuuuuuuuue &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever done a bad impersonation of Arnold Scshwartsenagger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i do a good impression, actually. so, no. haha whatever crissy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;best memory?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;memory..zation.. nyekk corny &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;worst memory?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;memory..zation &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;favorite band?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;rubber band &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;can you do the worm?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha! nope.. i've tried though =p &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td 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type='text'>....hwaaaaaaaaa???........</title><content type='html'>if you think i'm like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you're like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.what's up with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tupperware is full of shit =p ..uh-huh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-114260188275108142?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/114260188275108142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=114260188275108142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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now.&lt;br /&gt;A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises&lt;br /&gt;And I don't believe that I'm getting any better&lt;br /&gt;.Any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking awful things&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that few would notice.&lt;br /&gt;And this apartment is starving for an argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all to break the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering this house like I've never wanted out&lt;br /&gt;And this is about as social as I get now.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you&lt;br /&gt;Cause they would never do, I would never do.&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking awful thingsI&lt;br /&gt;'m pretty sure that few would notice.&lt;br /&gt;And this apartment is starving for an argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all to break the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be a liar&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that&lt;br /&gt;"everything's working"&lt;br /&gt;when everything's broken.&lt;br /&gt;And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes say the jokes on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm not laughing&lt;br /&gt;You're not leaving&lt;br /&gt;Who do I think I am kidding?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm the only one locked in this hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking awful things&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that few would notice.&lt;br /&gt;And this apartment is starving for an argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all to break the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be a liar&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that "everything's working"&lt;br /&gt;when everything's broken.&lt;br /&gt;And you smile like a saint but you curse like a sailor&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes say the jokes on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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oo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oo nga.. pero hindi ata eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero yea i think so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oo nga ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baka hinde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero.. oo na talaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaso parang hindi ata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kaso parang oo din naman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ano ba to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oo ba o hinde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gitna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hindi rin eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somewhere sa dulo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dulo ng hinde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o dulo ng oo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ang alam ko hindi naman hinde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so.. oo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baka oo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baka hinde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kalabaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oo.. un.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ano nanamang kaeklatan yan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;obviously hindi ko rin alam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maybe =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-114044293412667968?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/114044293412667968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=114044293412667968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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teachers were students and so they weren't as strict so it was really cool =p we prepared cheers for each subject with actions as an added bonus and they loved it!! yay!! :D we came up with the idea during training yesterday coz  i was just sitting in the bleachers and watching the others practice, when suddenly, for some weird reason i realized that when you put both your arms straight and horizontal to the right and do the same with your right foot, you'll look like an E!! so i stood up and (weird as it sounds) did that while jumping up and down. yea sometimes, i just can't help being weird. anyway, i realized that E was the first letter of the word english! wow! so i came up of a somg with english in it and that's how the first stanza of the english cheer was created. i thank you. *bow* anyway, back to my story.. so i called berns and told her about my great creation and showed her the first part. then, being the shallow, childish nincompoops that we are, nothing could have thrilled us more than making more cheers, so we did :D we finished the one for english and came up with even wackier ideas for the others.. how great is that?? yea really great. i know, right? yea totally. so am i talking to myself? obviously i am. haha weirdness crissyness =p anyway,, we taught the cheers to ina the next day and finished all of the other subjects during breaks and then we presented them before the beginning of each class right after the prayer. and success!!!! we acually managed to make them happy :D as happy as we were when we were doing it. haha!! =p then we received standing ovations each time. yay!! :D how great is that? yea really great. i know, right? yea totally. so i am talking to myself again. weirdness crissyness strikes again =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh i am soooo inlove with enderun!!! i'm so gonna study there no matter what!! kinda expensive though, but by that time, my sister would be working so there'll be 4 of them taking care of my tuition so i can study wherever i want. bwahahaa!!! cool :D it's great being a spoiled little bunso :) ahihi!! anyway, like i said, i'm really really gonna apply there. as in my mind's all set and there's no changing it whether my parents like it or not! hehe crap i'm such a brat =p and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;when the girl was talking bout all the stuff you do there and all the things they offer, i was literally drooling!! my gahd!!! i was so overwhelmed that there could've been an explosion and i wouldn't have noticed even with my head on fire. &lt;em&gt;grabe natulala talaga ko dun.. &lt;/em&gt;wohohoah!! i really wanna be a chef.. i really really REALLY wanna be one!! hayayaaay carramba! haha i'm going crazy again.. i shall be named ze crezzy orange chef.. cool :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm getting too sleepy for this. i've got lots more to say but i might fall asleep and drool on the keyboard and electricute myself. then when i wake up i'm gonna be volta!! hahahaha!!! ok sorry that was super corny but i still found it funny. wahahaha!!!! still not over it =p anyway, i'm gonna end this before i contaminate you with the crissyness craziness.. haha! what was that?? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-113949529405585716?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/113949529405585716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=113949529405585716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113949529405585716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113949529405585716'/><link rel='alternate' 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this anyway? it's not as if i'm planning to be a critic when i grow up. this should be optional or something. im gonna be a chef, okay? you criticize my work for all i care. i can just fry you alive. (eventually i will learn how)&lt;br /&gt;haven't been myself lately, and i have no idea why.. been staring in space and then realize people have been yelling and calling me the whole time. i'm buzy, can't you see? concentrating on that spec of dust in the air. how exciting, whoopee oh joy =&lt;br /&gt;my mom's watching her koreanovelas again. the subtitles are freakin hilarious!! "i have very enlarge heart for you." i think she's trying to say i love you very much, but the translator must have taken translating each word too literally..like when you say in tagalog &lt;em&gt;kumain ka na ba?&lt;/em&gt; and translate it word per word, it comes out as ate you did already? i think that's what happened here. and since i'm not even looking at the tv screen, i can't understand a single word they're saying. it's kinda funny, really. one minute they're just talking and then later on you'll suddenly hear them crying, having no idea why or what the hell they're saying. haha =p best you can do is to just guess or make up your own story, which is quite fun, actually. if your life is lame, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;PE period is usually fun, but this time, it wasn't so. we usually stay in the AV and watch tapes of our competitions or whatever stuff (yes, we're kinda conceited in a way), but this time we just stayed in the lib. wow.. well, it wasn't a complete waste of time, actually, coz at least i was able to do the things i came there to do, even though i'm already a week late in submitting. as they say, "better late than never, for never too late." what the..? haha&lt;br /&gt;bingo &lt;em&gt;nanaman ako ni &lt;/em&gt;sir de leon.. &lt;em&gt;tulala nanaman &lt;/em&gt;as usual.. hehe.. " crissy!! &lt;em&gt;kung hindi nakikipagdaldalan, tulala naman.." &lt;/em&gt;hwehehe! =p at least i'm not making any noise.. &lt;em&gt;pasalamat sha inaantok ako &lt;/em&gt;or else &lt;em&gt;walang tigil nanaman sa kakadaldal at kung ano pang kalokohan. &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;no training tomorrow!! yess!!! &lt;strong&gt;FREEDOM &lt;/strong&gt;at last!! for once i can stay in the caf or anywhere else to just chill and not have my bones broken and my limbs all beaten up in training.. thank you Lord.. haha =p i used to be all hyped up when there's training, and i even go to the gym every after exams.. but nowadays, i dunno, i just lost the enthusiasm for it. i do still love going to the gym and i still look forward to trainings (sometimes), but not as much as i used to.. 3rd year is stressful. i think i gotta go buy some stress tabs.. along with pain relievers. (in other words, chocolates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. nerds are cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-113923447285861609?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/113923447285861609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=113923447285861609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113923447285861609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113923447285861609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2006/02/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-113914764134998302</id><published>2006-02-05T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T07:06:21.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny sunny sunday. haha.</title><content type='html'>why is it that when you wanna say something, your vocabulary suddenly turns to mush, and you end up blurting out the last things you'd want to say?&lt;br /&gt;but when you're not even thinking, you turn into an uncontrollable speaker box and end up driving everyone crazy till they run away and then you realize you're all alone, and you've been talking to thin air for 10 whole minutes but still have so much more to say..&lt;br /&gt;then when you do find the right words, it's too late. the moment's gone.. and you blame yourself for being such a coward, but at the same time thankful that you didn't end up saying anything stupid. well, at  least that's better than nothing at all, right? yea maybe.&lt;br /&gt;and why is it that when you're all alone, you want company.. but when you're with a bunch of people, all you want to do is push them away and be alone? most people can never find contentment. and i do admit that i'm one of those bitter, materialistic people that see the bad in everything, even when they have every reason to think otherwise.. typical. superficial. most of the time, you're in a state where you feel like you're in a parallel universe. you're surrounded by people, but you're oddly detached- you can't connect with any of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-113914764134998302?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/113914764134998302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=113914764134998302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113914764134998302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113914764134998302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunny-sunny-sunday-haha.html' title='sunny sunny sunday. haha.'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-113907128398598126</id><published>2006-02-04T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T08:41:24.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello sunshine!!!</title><content type='html'>crap. that title's freakin corny :))&lt;br /&gt;wow. i'm back after 10 milleniums, and a couple more centuries, and some more.. minutes. yea.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been in the mood to blog lately.. but now since nobody's online and it's late (actually it's morning already so it's early), i have no choice.. hehe =p&lt;br /&gt;these past few weeks (or has it been months? whatever.) have been..&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;. sad. happy. &lt;strong&gt;frustrating&lt;/strong&gt;. DISAPPOINTING. &lt;strong&gt;crappy&lt;/strong&gt; like shit. yea. annoying. overwhelming. &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;. sucky. &lt;strong&gt;shocking&lt;/strong&gt;. boring? naw. scary. and a few more. actually lots more. haaay buhay tinapay picha pie tagumpay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 things that i (along with my other friends) have recently realized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. geeks are cool&lt;br /&gt;2. math is fun! most of the time&lt;br /&gt;3. do not look at teachers in the eye or else they will keep looking at you till the end of the period. try it =p&lt;br /&gt;4. ina makes a great lesbian. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. smart people are cheaters&lt;br /&gt;6. you can't trust &lt;strong&gt;anybody&lt;/strong&gt; anymore&lt;br /&gt;7. well you can, but it takes time&lt;br /&gt;8. jealous is not the english of &lt;em&gt;selos&lt;/em&gt;.. so what is? if you know the answer to this, tell me asap. it's bothering me =p&lt;br /&gt;9. school can be fun :)  sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;10. english sucks&lt;br /&gt;11. note cards can kill you. thay can make you kill as well (ms soriano, run while you can)&lt;br /&gt;12. slings are useless&lt;br /&gt;13. until you find its special uses.. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;14. 6-4=2&lt;br /&gt;15. monthsaries are cool! (specially if you just made it up.. right, hunnybabes? =p)&lt;br /&gt;16. girls are hotter than boys. yea! smarter, too.&lt;br /&gt;17. valentines is cooler if you have 3 dates!! (spicysugarplumpudding, hunnybabes and mooboo! can't wait) :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. my seat is a mental asylum that turned into a pigeon hole&lt;br /&gt;19. seats beside the window are the bomb!!&lt;br /&gt;20. ina can't shoot. give it up, ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and one more thing: ahlgaimekdoynigkbdirnuaobeatcbkesltnbtnoysoxkroykzapywapwbalgmnwyxolnqazkwotpalnazsxtbiqcuacn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;may nakatago diyang &lt;/em&gt;message and i don't think &lt;em&gt;may makakagets&lt;/em&gt; so &lt;em&gt;gumive-up nalang kayo.. &lt;/em&gt;haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-113907128398598126?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/113907128398598126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=113907128398598126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113907128398598126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113907128398598126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-sunshine.html' title='hello sunshine!!!'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-113905963726706182</id><published>2006-02-04T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T05:27:17.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>Where is the moment we need at the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-113905963726706182?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/113905963726706182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=113905963726706182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113905963726706182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113905963726706182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2006/02/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-113754773565504116</id><published>2006-01-17T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:28:55.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!! haha.. :p</title><content type='html'>wow.. it has been a loooong time since i last wrote here.. anyway, i can't narrate EVERYTHING that has happened.. hmmm wait..&lt;br /&gt;we won the Yaw Sayaw Hip Hop Dance Challenge Grand Championships!! woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;we won the Meg Moves Dance competition in Glorietta!! woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;we had a few more rackets here and there.. can't really remember the dates and places..&lt;br /&gt;we won the WNCAA cheering competition at the Makati Coliseum!! woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;hmm... can't remember the others.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guidance period &lt;em&gt;namin ngayon&lt;/em&gt; and we're supposed to work on our career eklat, but no thanks.. i think i'd rather do something else.. haha &lt;em&gt;pasaway.. &lt;/em&gt;lotsa things have already happened and i don't really wanna write about it. hehe.. kinda depressing, really.. so never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;!! yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.. till next time&lt;br /&gt;(maybe).. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-113754773565504116?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/113754773565504116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=113754773565504116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113754773565504116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113754773565504116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-back-haha-p.html' title='i&apos;m back!! haha.. :p'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-113185210695075326</id><published>2005-11-12T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T19:21:46.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate list</title><content type='html'>you know what i hate?&lt;br /&gt;-i hate pretentious people&lt;br /&gt;-i hate people who make business out of ruining other people's lives just so that they'd have something to do with theirs.. assholes&lt;br /&gt;-i hate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RUMORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-i hate people who'd believe in even the most absurd rumors just because everyone else does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i hate people who jump to conclusions&lt;br /&gt;-i hate people who'd betray their own friends&lt;br /&gt;-i hate people who get so absorbed in themselves that they don't care if they're starting to hurt other people&lt;br /&gt;-i hate people who degrade for their own personal fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;-i hate people who are willing to sink so low just so that they'd get what they want&lt;br /&gt;-i hate backstabbers&lt;br /&gt;-i hate people who you thought were your friends but end up being the complete opposite&lt;br /&gt;-i hate social climbers who are willing to risk everything, including friendship just so others will like or accept them&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate the people who start rumors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im gonna hunt you down and bite you and eat you and pull all your nosehairs out till you cry and lick my shoes in apology or else perish in a pit of shame with the other nosehairless assholes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont talk crap and don't listen to crap if you wanna keep your nose normal and hair-ful.. (what the..?) hehe whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been the worst  ever.. this week actually&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-113185210695075326?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/113185210695075326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=113185210695075326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113185210695075326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113185210695075326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/11/hate-list.html' title='hate list'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-113110062051221353</id><published>2005-11-04T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T02:37:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>got this from my ate...</title><content type='html'>i find comfort in peeling off paint from smooth surfaces. everytime i see poop on the pavement, i will myself not to step on it but still end up having my foot on top of the whole damn thing. when a nasty remark pops into my head, i stop myself from blurting it out but the next thing i know, i've hurt someone else. i tend to start something i can never seem to finish no matter how hard i try. there are days when i just feel like punching people at random (but i never did and never will). i have this annoying habit of bringing out my switch, yes, my switch. the tickytac kind. the ones you use for lights. and click it back and forth until everyone sitting beside me stands up and runs in different directions. when i'm bored, i write. because if i don't, i'll wilt and shrink into nothingness. sometimes i scream. i don't know why. i don't exactly have a purpose as to why i scream. i just do. and feel better. while people like THIS, i like THAT. because i like things in a different way. i'm often misunderstood. and i love it. basically, i lived a normal life until everyone else started acting abnormally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-113110062051221353?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/113110062051221353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=113110062051221353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113110062051221353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/113110062051221353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/11/got-this-from-my-ate.html' title='got this from my ate...'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112894969557040758</id><published>2005-10-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T06:08:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sickness= laziness</title><content type='html'>i'm as lazy as hell so i won't put a decent entry here.. i haven't even written bout our competitions and the other stuff that happened lately.. but oh well, next time nalang pag nasa mood na ko.. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too sleepy right now, forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;i'll update next time :D wehehe sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112894969557040758?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112703746135393335</id><published>2005-09-18T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T02:57:41.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.. headBANG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;one thing i like about the dark, noisy concerts is the conversation. in rock concerts, yelling is a perfectly acceptable mode of expression, basically because it's the only way you can be heard. you may discuss the most embarrassing, most personal matters at the top of ypur lungs and no one else will give a bleep.another thing i appreciate is the way loud music empties your head of thought. this is how headbanging was discovered. emptied of thought, the head becomes lighter, causing it to flop around in its axis, the neck. eventually it was discovered that long hair adds a dramatic whiplash effect, hence the contemporary headbanger. righteousssss!!!! haha.. boredom brings about insanity, so sorry for the stupid entries :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112703746135393335?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112703746135393335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112703746135393335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112703746135393335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112703746135393335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/09/wow-headbang.html' title='wow.. headBANG!!!'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112703661840097765</id><published>2005-09-18T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T02:43:38.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no smoking please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;poisons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. sure you have the freedon to suck tar and nicotine till your lungs turn black and your throat becomes a raging sea of phlegm. if you wanna continue stuffing your hard-earned money up the snouts of multinational cigarette companies, that's fine too. just don't smoke in enclosed spaces when i'm around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;studies show that just inhaling cigarette smoke may give me some respiratory ailment that will eventually kill me. tell you what, you murderers, i'll respect your right to smoke if you respect my right not to breathe your smoke. i mean, if i'm gonna die of substance abuse, let it be my own substance abuse, not other people's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;now if you don't heed this simple request, im bringing out my water pistols. bwahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112703661840097765?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112703661840097765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112703611089585630</id><published>2005-09-18T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T02:35:10.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a big bore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i am &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;bored.&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;i am bored out of my bleeping skull, i am so bored i could scream. i &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; screamed, in fact. and it felt good except that 10 seconds later, i was bored again. television was no help at all: chinese movie- couldn't understand a damn word they're saying. i was so bored i actually sat through half of it before i realized what i was doing. when i'm in this state i feel like i'm in a parallel universe. i'm surrounded by people, but i'm oddly detached- i can't connect with any of them. it's like i'm observing them through a very thin film. i see them going about their lives, but i'm not inclined to participate. all sorts of things happen to them- some momentous, others absurd- but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nothing happens to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112703611089585630?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112702677970344106</id><published>2005-09-17T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:00:38.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i havva new pet penguin!! haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src = "http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9cGVuZ3Vpbi5zd2YmY2xyPTB4ZDE3MTllJmNuPWh1bm55YmVicyZhbj1jcmlzc3k="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112702677970344106?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112702677970344106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112702677970344106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112702677970344106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112702677970344106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-havva-new-pet-penguin-haha.html' title='i havva new pet penguin!! haha'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112662464244838464</id><published>2005-09-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T08:17:22.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh &lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff0000;" &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;nyaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#6633ff;" &gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#000000;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayoko naaaahh!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#993399;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eto nalang&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; isang malaking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"   &gt;WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#000000;" &gt;pasensya na dahil &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:180%;color:#330099;"  &gt;wow &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;color:#000000;"  &gt;lang talaga ang masasabi ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#009900;" &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;.wow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;wow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;wow.wow.wow.wow.wow.wow.wow.wow.wow.wow.wow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;understand? no. good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;f**k!!!!...  fork yan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#cc33cc;" &gt; hwaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff6666;" &gt;bigyan nyo ko kendi para hindi sumabog... ;p&lt;/span&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/12332999-112662464244838464?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112662464244838464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112662464244838464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112662464244838464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112662464244838464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahhh.html' title='ahhh &lt;&lt;&lt;O_o&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112662306026499070</id><published>2005-09-13T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:51:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>sobrang tagal ko na di nagbblog!! gosh..&lt;br /&gt;andaming nangyari.. dunno how to start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just skip all the other stuff and get to the more exciting parts.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;let's start with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"   &gt;&lt;em&gt;the taxi getaways!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;color:#000000;"  &gt;rashmi, berns, jeh and i were supposed to go to galle (this was Aug.25) to hang out that day, but we weren't able to go out and get a taxu coz the friggin loser guard wouldn't let us out without a gate pass or commuter's pass. he told us we had to go to the YLC and do all that crap to get temporary gate passes so he could let us out, but obviously, our laziness got the better of us. so we just stayed there thinking of ways to escape and go out without the guard noticing. that was actually pretty impossible since the guard already knew our faces considering that we tried to go through the gate so many times. but oh well, it was worth the try. :p haha. after a few more "attempts" of escaping, we were planning on giving up already then we saw lena and mick passing, and we decided to ask for their help. since mick had a commuter's pass, we thought we could all go with her but it turned out that she was the only one who could. so after a few more plans that backfired (duh), we decided to try going through the other gate. there we came up with our brilliant "&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"   &gt;taxi getaway scheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" where mick (since she has the commuter's pass) would go out and get a taxi and bring it inside to get us so we could all go out together inside the taxi. it seemed great at first, and we actually thought it would work but when we reached the gate, the guard opened the doors and asked for our commuter's passes. we tried to get away wih it by pretending that our passes were at the very bottom of our bags and we couldn't find it and making up all sorts of other excuses, but none of them worked. only mick was able to get through but she stayed with us anyways. awwww. hehe. then mick and lena decided to ride with their friend's school bus so we had no choice but to wait in the college lanani for someone to pick us up. jeh asked her mom to pick us up and we just stayed in her house till around 9pm. it was fun anyways, so it was ok that we didn't get to go to galle. maybe some other time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;the next event was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Modelympics!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"  &gt;we went as the &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#cc33cc;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Ray Ban cheerleaders &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#000000;" &gt;and were assigned to just keep cheering for the Ray Ban models who were playing basketball. we actually looked pretty stupid since we had no routine whatsoever and just kept on waving our pompoms, screaming and jumping and crap. i guess we did ok since they asked us to come back again next time. of course we agreed coz these kinds of rakets mean only one thing: &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;color:#006600;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;money money money!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:100%;color:#000000;"  &gt;hahaha.. that's the only thing that can make us make fools out of ourselves in front of hundreds of cameras and people (specifically models!) and at least we got to be featured in magazines and tv shows and we met some famous people too. we actually felt kinda small coz they were all super tall and lanky, and they were used to lotsa cameras pointed at you and you had to look pretty every friggin second coz a camera might be pointed at you any second. during the lunch break, we stayed inside rockwell and ate there (the event, by the way, was held inside the Rockwell tent) then came back to the tent where the other models ate as well. we decided to stay in starbucks and came back to the tent when the games were gonna start again. after our break, we went back to being perky and stuff, and smiling nonstop for all the cameras trying to look pretty even when we were drenched with sweat from all the friggin heat and exhaustion. yea, we got pretty tired after a long time coz believe it or not, even though we didn't do any stunts or dances or anything, it drained all our energy mainly because of the heat, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;lotsa other events happened but i'm tired of writing it all down, nyahaha, hulaan nyo nalang :p joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;**chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112662306026499070?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112662306026499070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112662306026499070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112662306026499070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112662306026499070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/09/wow_13.html' title='wow'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112480700202994398</id><published>2005-08-23T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T17:50:57.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>put your heart in it baby :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i can't believe how &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; we've been acting these past few weeks. we've been complaining endlessly about how sick and tired we are of training and how it's taking up too much of our time, but if we really love what we're doing, we really have to put great effort and sacrifice for it, right? i mean, if we're having doubts about something, we shouldn't pull others down with us. (courtesy of ate naths and her inspirationals speech :p) i know it's hard not to feel too hopeless and tired for the competition, but we shouldn't let those feelings get to us. we have to stay strong for ourselves, and most specially for the squad. we have to stay strong and encourage everyone else to do the same, not discourage them. if you want to have a strong team, &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you have to start with yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. like ate naths said, our team is like a pyramid: you lift and throw each other up as a group, and when someone falls, you catch them. that's how it should've been from the start. what happened was someone fell and everybody else followed. it was a good thing Ate Naths was there to catch us, as she has always been. that's how strongly she believed in us, and we should appreciate that. we should be thankful that she was there to catch us all, even when there was only one of her and a whole batallion of us, she stayed strong for us and had faith in what she believes we can do. let's show her how much she has taught us. let's prove to her that &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we ARE the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. let's show her how her strong motivation has molded us and helped us become what we are now. from the very start, she has been supporting us endlessly, and she has always been the one encouraging us to be our best. but we ignored the faith she had on us and still gave up. &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we let our doubts speak louder than her words of encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and motivation. we let ourselves sink so low until it came to the point where &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the strong spirit we've always had was destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by our selfish complaints. we've always been such a strong squad, but i guess we just have to rebuild that strength we used to have. just because we weren't strong enough before, it doesn't mean that we can't bring back the strength, the bond that has been connecting us. we're a &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"  &gt;team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. a &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"   &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;squad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. a &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"   &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and we always will be one, no matter what. we stick up for each other and look out for one another. our belief should be strongest in times of doubt, during times when we feel like we're losing hope. i know we can do this, and i know we can make it through everything as long as we stick together. i know we're not just gonna give up on this. i know we can do this. we just have to believe in ourselves, just like ate naths does. just like everybody else does. we have to show everyone that we're the best and prove them wrong when they say we're not. we have to make all those who believe in us proud. Ate Naths, our parents, friends, the alumni who have always supported us in everything and showed us how truly loved and supported we are. we all felt super touched by all the blue batch alumni who came to mc and watched us. your words of encouragement are what really made us realize how much you believe in us.. you brought back the spirit and that extra push we really needed and you helped us rise back up and believe in ourselves. i just hope you all get to read this, to know how much you've helped us. we just want you to know how thankful we are for your support. thanks for making us stronger and thanks for believing in us even when we didn't believe in oursleves. thanks for always being there... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;**chill**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112480700202994398?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112480700202994398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112480700202994398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112480700202994398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112480700202994398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/08/put-your-heart-in-it-baby-p.html' title='put your heart in it baby :p'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112480362144684957</id><published>2005-08-23T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T17:51:38.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raketing is the bomb!!! o_* hahaha</title><content type='html'>ate naths gave us (rash, berns and i) a chance to develop our dancing skills, as well as all the other things connected to it (&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;projection, stage presence, faster pick-up, EXPERIENCE, confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, and lotsa other stuff) by giving us this dance gig thing in rcbc plaza.. it was one of the most memorable experiences for me coz it was &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; different from all the other performances we've had so far.. we got to perform and rehearse with lotsa professionals (&lt;em&gt;kuya ryan, kuya mac-mac, kuya francis, ate naths, ate danie, england, and of course, josh) &lt;/em&gt;who, by the way, were sooooo much older and more experienced than us. that performance really helped me develop not only my performing skills, but also my social skills. we got to hang out with lotsa different people and finally experienced how it is to be a professional dancer. mind you, it's not as easy as it seems. it's &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;difficult&lt;/strong&gt;! you may think it's just dancing and all that, but you really have to put your whole heart into what you're doing and you have to really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love and live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. it requires so much&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;patience, hard work, TIME, and so much more&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/u&gt;despite all the endless, horrifyingly exhausting and long trainings (everyday, even sundays!! and until 9pm.. sheesh), all the "&lt;strong&gt;bingo&lt;/strong&gt;" moments (times when Ate Naths gets mad and shouts :p), all the times we get stuck in places (mc, dansa, airdance, makati..), and the &lt;strong&gt;frustration&lt;/strong&gt; that almost breaks our sanity each freakin rehearsal, i'm still extremely thankful for the experience because everything was worth it, and it really helped me in every possible way it can.. it helped me become more &lt;strong&gt;confident&lt;/strong&gt; in front of large audiences (i don't get stage fright anymore, and i now feel really comfortable when performing in front of people), it taught me how to &lt;strong&gt;project&lt;/strong&gt; and look like you're enjoying even when you can't breathe anymore, it taught me how to dress myself during performances (strictly no t-shirts!!) and how to put the right amount and kind of make-up for stage lighting (you have to emphasize every single part of your face so you don't look dead), it helped me develop my &lt;strong&gt;pick-up&lt;/strong&gt; (we had to adjust to how fast all the steps were taught coz the professional dancers had &lt;strong&gt;ridiculously&lt;/strong&gt; fast pick-up and memory), it taught me how outrageously fun it is to hang out with gay people (josh and england! haha) and dancers. dancers are super fun to be with coz they're so much hyper than other people so there's never a single moment of dullness when you're hanging out with them, yet they still know their limits and how to behave properly during rehearsals. wow.. really professional. it also taught me how to pour out your heart through dancing. cheesy as it sounds, it's true. you'll never really be able to perform properly if you don't have the heart to do it. that's one of the many magics of dancing.. it's the best way to express yourself and your feelings, and let other people experience your emotions. yea ok, i'm becoming too emotional here. hehehe. but i guess i've proved my point. anyway, after the performance, we got home at around 1:30 am and rashmi slept over my house and we just ate and stayed online since we were wide awake and found it almost impossible to sleep. yea we did, eventually, but it was more like a nap. we slept at around 4:30 and woke up at 7:30 so wow, 3 hours of sleep. and why, do you ask, did we wake up that early? hmmm lemme think.. duh, as usual: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;training...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112480362144684957?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112480362144684957/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112296741737373850</id><published>2005-08-02T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:25:30.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#000000;" &gt;it's a good thing we don't remember being born coz i'm sure it was a traumatic experience. one minute, you're in a peaceful, comfortable womb, the next minute you're a bloody bundle in a garishly-lit room, surrounded by strangers in white robes and masks. you're entirely new to the world and all you have are primal memories of saber-tooth tigers, sharks and other predators. and you're probably thinking "oh my God they're gonna eat me." then someone whacks your bottom, you swallow the disinfectant-smelling air, and you scream your lungs out. consider you formal introduction to the world: a literal pain in the butt. and your first official act as a human being: you scream. i think it makes perfect sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;hahahahahhaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112296741737373850?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112296741737373850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112296741737373850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112296741737373850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112296741737373850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112296609638294905</id><published>2005-08-01T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:14:03.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#663366;" &gt;sometimes you just don't want to wake up. you lie there in the limbo between not-quite-asleep and not-quite-awake and you say to yourself, hey, maybe if i ignore this it'll leave me alone and i don't have to be alive until tomorrow. maybe i can sleep all day. you close your eyes and try not to hear the world swirling around you: the noise, the thick waves of tension emanating from neighboring houses. you pretend that the world does not exist but for the soft, dark recesses of your subconscious mind. you start drifting... and drifting.. and then it happens: the real world starts to butt its armor-plated head against the padded wall of your subconscious. the freakin loud voices of the people around you slam into your brain and your eyes flutter open. for one scary moment you don't know where you are. you stare at the ceiling with your eyes wide open. then you remember where you are, but the knowledge makes you feel only slightly better. no way you'll be able to go back to sleep now- your mind is awake, and hacking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#663366;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#663366;" &gt;somehow you manage to get through the day. it's not as if you didn't have a choice. maybe things will get better, maybe they won't. sometimes things happen that make you ridiculously happy to be alive. this is the stuff you live for; the rest is just blah. you can whine all you want but that's how it is. that's something about being a human being: you just have to go on living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#663366;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112296609638294905?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112296609638294905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112296609638294905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112296609638294905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112296609638294905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/08/bored.html' title='bored..'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112256243661267789</id><published>2005-07-28T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:59:29.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retreat treats.. wahaha!! corny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;today's thursday- exactly 1 week after our retreat. and why, do you ask, am i writing this just now? i dunno.. i've just been too lasy these past few days. ahihi ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the retreat was really fun, mainly because i was with ina and berns.. heehee. i don't think i would have enjoyed it as much if i was with other people.. awww :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can't really give you blow-by-blow details so, let me just write the parts that i can remember. hmmm.. let's see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as usual, berns and i arrived early in school but instead of going to mass like we were supposed to, we just stayed in the caf like we always do. ahaha.. what do you call that? &lt;em&gt;pasaway..&lt;/em&gt; :p when we got to the chapel, the mass was already over and they were already giving out instructions and name tags and preparing the things for the retreat. woohoo!! we are so evil.. Lord please &lt;em&gt;tanggapin mo parin ako sa heaven&lt;/em&gt;.. so anyway we were one of the first in line to go to the bus but since (yea ok i admit it) i walk too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;slow&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we ended up being stuck at the end of the line. but here is where we put our special abilities to the test. our famous crowd-dodging act worked, so we were still able to find good seats. wehehe.. you snooze you lose :D but actually i don't think anyone noticed us sneaking around since they were all busy and, yea ok, we're small enough to not be notied. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were asked to surrender all our gadgets and stuff, but of course, hearing those devilish consciences speaking to us, we didn't surrender them. when we got there, we started looking for our rooms but they weren't there! talk about karma.. we searched all over the 2nd floor but couldn't find our rooms. we were at # 232 and ina and monique were at # 237 but it was like 230,231,233,234,235,236,238.. then we started looking for them in the other side and we finally found them beside each other at the other end. yay!!! :) oh joy.. then our great minds thought of a brilliant plan to move one of the beds to our room then we would all just sleep there. wooh! we're so stupendous! haha, feel... we were doing our best not to make noise so sr laxa wouldn't catch us, but in the middle of our brilliant scheme, with half the bed already out of the door, sr laxa appeared in the hallway! nyaaah! so panic took over, and we tried pushing the bed back in but it was too late, he already saw us. so &lt;em&gt;pasimple nalang kami&lt;/em&gt;.. we just said "&lt;em&gt;sir o, ayaw magkasya.. ang bigat eh&lt;/em&gt;" then he said "&lt;em&gt;ano ba ginagawa nyo?&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;em&gt;tas kami parang "uhmmm.. di po kasi kami kasya eh.." tas sabi nya&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;em&gt;ah ok&lt;/em&gt;" then he walked away. woohoo!! &lt;em&gt;nakalusot!!&lt;/em&gt; haha.. then we took &lt;strong&gt;lotsa lotsa&lt;/strong&gt; pics and played cards.. if you wanna see the pics, just go to my photobucket.. &lt;a href="www.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti"&gt;www.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti&lt;/a&gt; we even got locked inside the bathroom!! i think the ghosts there were trying to tell us to stop using the bathroom and the cabinets as studios :)) it was so freaky coz we were pulling on the door and it was already going out of its frame, as in we could see it opening then it kept on shutting again as if someone was pulling it from the other side. we actually thought kuki was playing a joke on us so we started shouting out to her, telling her to open the door coz it was sooo hot.. after what seemed like hours, mao finally opened the door and we were able to get out. i found that funny coz we were all super sweaty and tired, and we were also so overwhelmed with fear and panic then mao was like.. NR. as in her eyes were all droopy and she was just standing in front of the doorway and said (in a really lazy tone) "&lt;em&gt;di ako makapasok ng banyo&lt;/em&gt;.." @_@ then when we asked her if there was anyone on the hallway, she said it has been empty the whole time. so we went looking for kuki coz we thought she was the one pulling the door coz she was the last one to go out of the bathroom but when we got there, she was playing cards.. ooooh.. super freaky... so after calming ourselves down, we went down to the aircon room. (where i also went to some years before coz i went to my ate's retreat so i already knew the place) so moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first activity we did involved closing your eyes and a nun narrating something like &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"imagine you're in a sea shore and the Lord blah blah blah.."&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; something like that. i can't really remember what she said (actually i wasn't listening :p) but you can't blame me (along with berns and ina) for falling asleep coz it was cold, plus we were asked to close our eyes (so duh, you can't help but doze off right?), plus the nun was talking as if she really wanted to make us fall asleep.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"eeeeemagine yooooou're eeeeen aaaaah seeeeaaashooore weeeeeeth daaaaaa loooord by your siiiihhhiiiide..."&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; next thing you know, zzzzzzzzzzzz.... when we woke up and the lights were turned on, everyone's eyes were so red and they were all sniffing like crazy, and the three of us were like.. &lt;em&gt;"ahhh.. ano nangyari?.."&lt;/em&gt; we tried to pretend like we cried too, but it didn't work. ahaha.. then the most beautiful sound rang- the meal bell. whoopee!! &lt;strong&gt;foooood&lt;/strong&gt;!!! gluttony is the best policy. (we are so gonna get rejected in heaven) :p after a filling meal, the bell rang again (making me more hungry since it sounded exactly like an ice cream bell. sluuurrrp!! oo naman) &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;pumatay-gutom.. haha&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when we got back to the aircon room, we had another activity where you introduce yourself and say something and all that crap. we just ended up laughing at each other which the kj nun didn't like. fine.. then we did this project where you have a cartolina and put there all the people you grew up with and the things you learned from them.. typical first-day-of-school stuff.. haha. being my shallow laidback self, many other things caught my attention and so i spent my time on those instead of the activity. there was this article on a magazine that contained my name, and ina and i spent a long time drooling over Angelina Jolie's gorgeous physique so we got too preoccupied with it that we forgot all about the project. (we are soooo in love with her.. drooool..) told you i'm shallow :p haha i find everything amusing, even a bottlecap on the floor can amuse me. anyway, the meal bell rang again, and since the prospect of lunch was just too tempting, we planned to finish our projects after the meal. since we got there late, we couldn't find a table anymore so we ate with (guess who..) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sir laxa!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bwahaha! we are such &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;losers..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)) so after that honorable, behaved lunch, we went back to the aircon room to finish our projects. then we were divided into 2 groups to share what we did. when we did the sharing, that was when i realized that i did the wrong thing. haha. all their projects were filled with pictures and drawings and stuff, while mine were just magazine clippings. so while the others shared, i tried to "repair" my work and put symbols in it. it was supposed to be a symbol collage thingy but my work was entirely different. good thing i was one of the last so i was still able to fix it in one way or another. during the sharing, they were all crying or at least tearing up with each other's stories, but i didn't even feel like crying or anything remotely close to that. call me insensitive, which i really am, but i just don't find things like that to be sad enough to cry about. i may be shallow when it comes to amusement, but one thing that is really evident about me is that i never cry when it comes to emotional stuff. everyone who knows me well enough call me &lt;em&gt;manhid&lt;/em&gt; coz the only times when i cry are when i get hurt or when i get too scared. in rare occasions, i also cry when i get too frustrated like when i didn't become an honor student last year because of that f****ng conduct grade. nyargh! makes me heat up just thinking about it, coz it's just so frustrating when you know you deserve to be an awardee but because of your conduct grade, all your academic grades are disregarded. "ms tan cardoso, conduct is much more important than academics. remember that." it just makes me wanna burst out saying "&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;HELL, LIKE I CAAAAARE!!!" &lt;/strong&gt; grrrr!! this happens &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;every freakin year!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i swear, once i get the feeling that i'm gonna get a bad conduct grade, i'll just intentionally flunk everything so i won't feel bad when i don't make it to the honors' list. hehe, just kidding. i've actually considered it before, but it's just stupid. anyway, moving on to my story.. (wow &lt;em&gt;ang layo ng narating natin ah&lt;/em&gt;) when my turn came, the mood abruptly shifted, thank God. i told them about my family which, now that i think about it, i should be so thankful to have coz it's a great family when you look at other people's perspective. i mean, they were all talking about their parents' divorce, constant fighting, their families are falling apart and stuff like that, but my family doesn't have problems like that. i never fight with my sister coz we're really close and i consider her as my best friend, but others hate their sisters and they were ranting about how they always fight and everything. i'm also in good terms with my brother because he's just too damn nice and he really puts us first before anything else. he'd miss going out with his friends just to pick me up or bring me somewhere even though i can commute, he still insists on bringing me there coz he says it's not safe and blah blah.. he's really protective, and i appreciate it a lot. my parents are the coolest ever coz they act like crazy teenagers. i mean, whenever my friends come over, they look for my mom and chat with her and she prepares all sorts of food coz she just really enjoys visitors in the house. she likes hanging out with us and joking around but i make her go away.. heehee.. then my friends are like "&lt;em&gt;bakit mo pinaalis&lt;/em&gt;?" and i'm like "she's my mom.." they also never force me to do anything and they support me with everything i do even though i know sometimes the training fees are just too much, but they still encourage me to go on despite all the injuries and lack of time for anything else. unlike most parents, whenever i go home with an injury they don't make much of a fuss over it, and they don't get mad at all. my mom just laughs and says "&lt;em&gt;nanaman? pakita mo sa dad mo" &lt;/em&gt;then my dad gets his kit and examines it. since my dad's a doctor, i always know what to do whenever i get injured, and that's a really good thing considering the fact that i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;always&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get injured.. i dunno why though, maybe my bones are too brittle or i just really &lt;strong&gt;suck&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe. i really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;really&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; suck at landing after stunts, or dismount, or even just hurdles. coach says i'm flat-footed which is why whenever i land during stunts, my ankle hurts. he also said my hands are over-extended so i have to shift my arms to the side whenever i do handstands or handsprings, or anything that has to do with staying upside-down or else it will hurt. i find it hard though, coz i usually forget. that's why my arm over-locked during the summer (still hasn't healed completely. dammit..) and i couldn't train during the first 2 weeks of school, plus i had to wear a sling! grrr! that really sucked coz my new classmates will remember me as the girl with a sling. after that i had to wear a "cast". it wasn't really a cast coz it was just temporary and made of bandages, mueler (is that how you spell it?), some hard stuff and tape. my dad said i had to wear it coz i couldn't move my arm yet and i had to keep it straight all the time since it stayed bent when i was wearing the sling. so now i'm stuck wearing an elbow support every training, plus i have to wear an ankle support too coz of my flat-footed landing. darn it. but i don't wear the ankle support, actually. hehe. i'm gonna look stupid wearing an elbow support and an ankle support at the same time, coz it's just too much.&lt;br /&gt;now look at where we got to. i was talking about the retreat and now we're in a completely different topic. this is proof that i'm just too outspoken and i really never run out of things to say coz whenever i say something, i say something else connected to that, then something else, and so on. so let's go back to the retreat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the supposed-to-be emotional sharing session, we went to the caf for merienda. whoopee!! another meal, oh yea.. after merienda, we were asked to write letters to our parents thanking them, asking for forgiveness, and all that usual sentimental stuff.. so yea fine, mine wasn't really that long coz 3/4 of the page was wasted on cut-outs. haha..i wasn't able to put everything i wanted to coz of the limited space wasted on cut-outs, but it's ok.. i'll just make next year's retreat letter much longer.. heehee :p after finishing the letters, we had a meeting where we made questions that we wanted to ask our parents on the parent-daughter question and answer crap, but since it was too boring, ina, berns and i just decided we'd rather stay in the bathroom that be tortured with boredom in there with &lt;strong&gt;ms. kj &lt;/strong&gt;(that's what we called the nun who was such a freakin kj, and had this super scary, gigantic smile. even when she wasn't smiling, you can see her over-large teeth beneath that great big mouth. heehee, we're so mean. retreat &lt;em&gt;pa naman yun&lt;/em&gt;. tsktsk) so we asked if we could go the the bathroom and ms kj said that only one person can go at a time. so what's the use of escaping there if only one of us can go? anyway, we still sneaked out when she wasn't looking :p nyahaha. obviously, the retreat didn't make us so holy like it was supposed to. &lt;em&gt;iba na talaga pag sadyang pasaway&lt;/em&gt;. hehehe after that, the parents started arriving, and we all ate dinner together. since my parents didn't come (i told them not to. :p), i stayed with tito ben and tita sylvia (ina's parents) and bernice's dad. after the dinner, the parent-daughter session began.. whoopee oh joy.. *note the sarcasm* after the question and answer thing (where we were super shocked to see bernice's dad as one of the panelists. wooh! go tito! haha) after that, there was another session where the parents and daughters were given a chance to talk and stuff, and we, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"orpans"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (a.k.a the ones whose parents didn't come) stayed in the other, smaller and hotter room and talked about some stuff. i actually can't remember what we talked about coz i wasn't really paying attention. hehehe. after that, the parents started going home, and we went back up to our rooms. when we got up, another freaky thing happened.. our room was locked! we didn't lock it when we went out, we didn't even know how to.. then we started thinking that the spirits were picking on us coz we were too noisy, or that our room was haunted and that the ghosts were following us and trying to lock us in different places (remember the bathroom?) ooooohhhhh.... anyway, after that, we played cards again, took more pics, brushed our teeth, and took baths. lights-out was supposed to be at 10:00 and the nuns were supposed to go to each room to check if the all the lights are out, but 10:00 came and went and no one checked our room. so thanks to our unbelievable luck, we kept on playing and talking, then after some time, we got hungry so we went to other rooms so scavenge for food, and luckily we were able to get some fries.. whoopee!! since we weren't allowed to eat inside the rooms, we hid the mcdo containers inside the cabinet and decided to just get them out in the morning. when we woke up though, we forgot all about that and just took a bath and went down for mass. all of us were just too &lt;em&gt;bangag&lt;/em&gt; for the mass and ms magdosa kept on telling me off for sleeping in the middle of mass. i think i fell asleep around 5 times during mass, and i could tell some people were sleeping too, but i was the only one she kept on catching and getting mad at (why does it always have to be me??) and sr laxa just laughed at my attempts at staying awake coz it was pretty obvious that my eyes were half-closed the whole time :p after mass, we had breakfast.. oh thank God! breakfast was the best meal for the whole retreat, yea.. after breakfast, we had confession (mine was considerably long..) and read our palancas in the aircon room. after that, we did the palm tree dance. woohoo!! we finally got in touch with our inner palm trees! nyahaha... we did the dance too enthusiastically and exaggerated all the moves, but that's what made it fun. hehe.. then after dancing our palm trees out of our bodies, we did another activity which required us to form 2 groups and make 2 circles. one group sitting down and the other standing up, transferring from chair to chair, and completing the sentences &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"i like you because.." "i'm sorry..." "i wish..."&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and finally after that, the last activity came.. there were 3 candles in the middle of the room and we were supposed to give them out to people. first as thank yous, then as sorries, then as "you are God to me"s.. it's intriguing how people can still cry over things like giving out candles and stuff like that, and seeing sentimental crap in everything. maybe i'm just too insensitive, or as everybody calls me, &lt;em&gt;manhid&lt;/em&gt;. yea, i admit, i am. i do have feelings too, though, but not as touchy as everyone else's. anyhoo.. let's get back to our topic. after the candle thing, we went back up into our rooms which, thank goodness, wasn't locked this time. then we got down and went inside the bus where we ate and slept the whole looooong ride home. yea, that's called sarcasm... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there at last, im doooone!!! i started writing this thing last thursday but i wasn't able to finish it, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ngayon ko lang natapos&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at last. today's monday, by the way, and i'm absent from school coz i have a freakin fever and asthma, and some other things that i don't know the names of.. in short, it's a multiple disease.. haha.. im gonna contaminate youuuuu!!! kidding :p and to make things even worse, i can't move at all coz every single bone in my body hurts. it took me 30 minutes to get up from bed and go down to use the computer. nyaaargh! i hate this! &lt;em&gt;sobrang sakit ng katawan ko at ng ulo ko, at ang init paaaaah&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; waaaaah! the only good thing bout this is that i get to miss school, but that's also considered as a bad thing coz it's almost exams and i can't afford to miss lessons, specially in chem since missing a single discussion in de leon's class would mean going to school the next day knowing nothing at all. i'll just be like.. "haaaaa?? &lt;em&gt;ano naman etooooh?" &lt;/em&gt;i'll look like a freakin baboon in the middle of the room, knowing nothing! nyahaha.. yea i tend to exaggerate most of the time :p each lesson is so important coz he covers so much in one meeting, so i don't think i'll be able to catch up. nyaaaaahh...&lt;em&gt; haaaay buhaaaaay.. sana makapasok na ko bukas. sige na&lt;/em&gt; Lord, promise,&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i'll be good &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112256243661267789?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112256243661267789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112256243661267789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112256243661267789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112256243661267789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/07/retreat-treats-wahaha-corny.html' title='retreat treats.. wahaha!! corny...'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112221352699303872</id><published>2005-07-24T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T06:58:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nyaaaaargh</title><content type='html'>sobrang badtrip itoooh..&lt;br /&gt;i spent hours doing an entry the other day (for the whole week!) and then our pc got all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;discombobulated &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and erased all of it up! daaaaaaamniiiiit.....&lt;br /&gt;oh well fine let's get it ooooon. haha, anlabo ko talaga :p&lt;br /&gt;ill just make an entry on saturday since i did nothing but eat the whole day today. (today's sunday by the way) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;saturday:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya brougt me to gym at around 9:15 and they were already doing the corners by the time i got there. gym starts at 9 by the way.. hehe pasaway.. so anyway i started stretching while they were doin the corners and joined them when they were already doing aerials. coach said habol nalang ako so i skipped the first part so tumira na ko kaagad and sobrang nakakabigla kasi may sprain ung ankle ko tas mali pa landing ko sa aerial, nagland akong nakatwist ung foot ko so ayan nanaman ung sprain.. darn. i have to wear an ankle support again so ano un, i'm gonna look like a freakin soccer ball coz i also have an elbow support on my left elbow, and now i have to put back the ankle support on my right ankle. i'm gonna look so stupid.:p argh.. pero it's aryt.. no pain no gain. haha :p onga pala, we trained there with other girls from assumption and they were really nice.&lt;br /&gt;after gym, we went to mc kasi may training dun with ate naths at 1pm.. when we got there we were looking all over for her and the other people and then we found her inside her car fast asleep =)) nyahahaa!! comedy yun!! we tried waking her up and sobrang tagal bago sya magising :)) it was so funny.. so when she woke up, we started training (again) and she choreographed the blocking dance for the routine. it's really nice :) can't wait to actually perform it. whooh! we have an upcoming competition by the way.. it's on august 27, but i forgot where. hehe. anyway we were supposed to have jazz classes after regular training at 4:00 but we didn't go coz we were all too freakin exhausted.. we've been training the whole day so we really needed a break, and thank God pumayag si Ate Naths or else we would have died. 9am to 6pm?! are you nuts?! humeighgaaahd.. at least pinagbigyan kaming 9am to 4:30.. :p after training we were supposed to go to the college court to watch the basketball game but sarah said it was already done and everyone went home already so we went to je-an's house in capitol instead. we just stayed in her kitchen the whole time and (duh) ate.. :p then berns and i rode a cab to rustans and bought some food there (haha ang takaw talaga!!) and rode a trike to her house and went online. then at around 9:30, i went home at last and did the uber long entry i was saying earlier but like i said, it got deleted so i just gave up went to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;training tomorrow in pasig (gym).. oh wow, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112221352699303872?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112221352699303872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:General Info:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;crissy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Age:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;15&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gender:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;female&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;TALL haha wish ko lang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;august 25&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;golden brown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Describe yourself in one word:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;slow&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Describe your personality in one word:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;personalized.. haha labo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:School Life:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What grade are you in:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;grade 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What school do you go to:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;mchs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;And where is that:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;over here&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you get good grades:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;maybe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Favorite Subject:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;geom na itooh!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:Love Life:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sexual Preference:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;gays :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have a bf/gf:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yea.. si hunnydumpling sugarbunch berns :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If so,what is their name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hunnydumpling sugarbunch berns nga.. chaka pala si hunnymomma sweetypie rashmi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How long have you been dating:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;ever since&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you consider yourself in love with them:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hell yea baybehh!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If so,why:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;coz they're my hunnydumplings...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you had your first kiss:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i kiss my mom all the time :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If so,when:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;all the time nga eh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have a crush:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yea sure&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If so,what is their name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;ikaw&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Why do you like them:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;oo naman.. haha labo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do they know you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;oo naman!! (courtesy of sr de leon yan)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do they know that you like them:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;oo naman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How long have you known them:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;oo naman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:Friends:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Best Friend(s):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;jus and ina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How long have you been friends:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;grade 7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you consider yourself a good friend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;oo naman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How many friends do you think you have:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;oo naman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Most popular:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;ung best friend ko si julia.. roberts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Most conceited:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;aba ako na ata un ah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Friendliest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;we're all oh-so-friendly! haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Meanest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;si rashmi bully&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Prettiest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;si crissy.. kilala mo un?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Craziest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lahat kami pasaway :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Oldest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;ate naths.. haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Youngest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;benok!! wahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Most recent:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;mga bboys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Smartest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;aba ako na yaaaaaan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:Favorites:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Food:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;white rabbit :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Person:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;kuya ko.. awwww :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Number:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;64!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Show:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;walang time para manood ng tv&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Letter:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Song:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;the blua and gooohoold of meeereeeyam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Band/Singer:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;tutuband :) hehe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Place in the world:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;the world&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Season:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;summer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:Your-:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dream Vacation:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sana maka stay naman ako sa bahay kahit sandali lang...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dream House:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;white house.. moncha?? :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Dream Room:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;vroom vroom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;over there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:Last Time You:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Watched T.V.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;wla ngang time!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Went to the bathroom:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;kanina lang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;im eating ryt now&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Slept:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;ummm.. whuteesdhut?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Listened to music:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;im listening to music ryt now&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Used the phone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;right now.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IMed someone/Got an IM:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;right now.. aba ang dami atang ginagawa ah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Went to school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;kanina lang for training&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Played a game:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;5 seconds ago naglaro kami ni berns ng bato-bato-pic :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Took a shower:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;kaninang umaga&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hugged someone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;5 seconds ago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Went on a date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;im on a date with berns right now :"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Wrote a letter:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;last night we wrote a letter for ina's mom :) weehee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cried:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i don't cry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:Last Person You:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hugged:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;berns :"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Kissed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;berns :"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Laughed at:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;rashmi :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cried over:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hindi nga ako umiiyak eh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;IMed/Got an IM from:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;dos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hurt:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nasundot ko si reg sa mata.. heehee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Talked to:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;berns&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Spoke to on the phone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ate with:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;pep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Spent time with:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;pep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Saw:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;berns&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Missed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;chi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Heard:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Played with:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;berns&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:Have You Ever:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been out of the country:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Been out of state/province:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Done drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Done anything illegal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;all the time :"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Slapped someone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;all the time :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cut yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;as in slash? never&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Played an instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hurt someone for no reason:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sure.. haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Hurt someone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Killed an insect/bug:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Gotten stung by a bee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Lied to your parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Stole Something:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Kissed Someone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yea i kiss my mom all the time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:This Or That:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Rock or Rap:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;rock&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Singing or Songwriting:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;singing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Tennis Shoes or Sandals:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;flip flaaaaps&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Phone or Computer:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Biking or Skating:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;skating&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Analog or Digital:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;digital&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Coke or Pepsi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;apple juice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Sprite or Sierra Mist:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;apple juice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;MTV or VH1:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;mtv&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;R&amp;B or Country:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;r&amp;b&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cingular or T-Mobile:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;umm sun cellular?? :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Cats or Dogs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no animals please!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;AIM or Yahoo:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yahoo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Bzoink or Quizilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;bzoink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:Word Association:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;to you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Peanut:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;butter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Good Charlotte:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;bad charlotte&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Ravioli:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;wtf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;President Bush:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;president reg&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;T.V.:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;show&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Rock:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;and roll&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Rap:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;ist&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Chef:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;me!! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Boys:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;p3- players, pedophiles and perverts!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Girls:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;whirls.. labo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Calendar:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Fan:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;tasy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Evil:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:Right Now:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Eating:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Drinking:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;apple juice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Watching:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;none&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is on your mousepad:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;mouse siguro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What are you doing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;typing siguro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What song are you listening to:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;as lovers go&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What's in your CD player:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;cd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Wearing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;clothes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Time:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Month:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;july&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Day of the Month:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;23&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;2005&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Day of the week:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;saturday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What website are you on:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;bzoink malamang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;" colspan="2"&gt;.:Random Things:.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What color is your mousepad:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;apple green&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What color is your keyboard:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;pink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is the phrase you use the most online:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;www.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Did you like this survey:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;maybe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you sad that it's over:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What are you gonna do after this survey is over:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;eat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you like pop-up ads:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i hate pop-up ads&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How long have you been online:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;umm a long time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112212333644895044?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112212333644895044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112212333644895044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112212333644895044'/><link rel='self' 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style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIRDANCE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it is in &lt;u&gt;outlet yard&lt;/u&gt; every saturday from 2:30-6pm..&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;500&lt;/strong&gt; bucks, you learn everything..&lt;br /&gt;from the simple uprocks to the complicated freezes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TRUST ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, its all &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;worth it!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112169035547005209?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112169035547005209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112169035547005209' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up, syempre ligo then bihis.. and then i started fixing my things for training tas un, i went down to the living room to wait for my bus, then i realized something was wrong.. so umakyat ulit ako and looked at the mirror tas super tagal ko dun, hinahanap lang kung ano mali.. then after a few more minutes, bigla kong narealize.... i put my black shoes in my training bag, and i was wearing my rubber shoes with the school uniform!!! nyahaha!!! i looked like a freakin dork!!! wahahahahaha!!! =)) =)) i was laughing like crazy the whole time!! i looked so stupid standing there alone laughing, plus i looked even more psychotic with the rubber shoes.. =)) hell, i'm just too stupid!! :)) anyway, after that, i changed my shoes then i went looking for my bag (which i forgot where i put.. hehe). i found a black bag against one wall and got it (since my bag's also a black messenger bag), and then i realized that it got heavier. when i looked more closely, i realized that it wasn't my bag so looked inside it and found my dad's laptop!!! wahahaha!! so blooper #2: i almost went to school carrying this huge black laptop case instead of my schoolbag!! crap, i'm so stupiiiiiid.... =)) nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;well it was a good thing i realized my stupidity before it was too late or else i would have looked so freakin hilarious going to school wearing rubber shoes and carrying a black leather laptop bag with a freakishly heavy laptop inside.. *whew*&lt;br /&gt;school lame as usual&lt;br /&gt;we got our mats today!! yipee!! but it wasn't as good as we expected since they're super thin and hard,  it's just like adding super thin padding to the floor so it's just pointless coz we could still get injured even with the mats, and the whole point of it is to avoid accidents and injuries. to prove my point that it is just useless, one of our pep members fell off the pyramid, landed on the "mats" but still injured her leg, so now she can barely walk or stand upright. yea wow, the mats made a HUGE difference. geez. at first we thought they were ok since we hadn't tried them out yet so we put it on top of each other, and so thinking that since they're mats they're supposed to be soft, i dived on top of them and landed on my butt since i thought i would just bounce or something, but instead i landed with a super loud thud and almost bruised my butt.. they're like freakin hollow blocks!! it made absolutely no difference to the sportscom floor. wahaha.. :p&lt;br /&gt;this is no laughing matter actually, coz we're talking about our safety here. i mean, we requested for this (more like pleaded) to avoid any serious accidents coz we always get injured with all the dangerous stunts and pyramids we do, and the school even asked for this long report thingy on why we should have mats and how much it will cost and they would think about it and give back a response, blahdiblah. it's a good thing tissa's mom is the treasurer of the parent council so she asked if the parent council would just sponsor it and pay for the mats. horray for tissa!! :D at least they were considerate enough to understand that we really do need the mats for safety, unlike the school who just wants to keep their money for themselves (OUR money actually). i mean hello?! so you'd rather keep your freakin money than keep us from paralyzing ourselves??? not that we're asking for any special treatment or anything, but of course we don't wanna break our bones or whatever coz we're doing this mainly for the pride and dignity of the school and to give it a respectable name, and they're actually considering putting ther greed first and eating their freakin fortune than putting even a small bit of foam on the sportscom floor to at least absorb the heavy impact when we slam against the floor (both accidentally and intentionally) but still get the strength to cry "go mc!" with bruises all over our bodies?! they're nucking futs!! greedy freakin monsters... breathe... *inhale..  exhale..* hehe, ok sorry, got carried away :p&lt;br /&gt;after training we went to the college lanai as usual and went to this eco fair thing and bought some food and (in rashmi's case) stuff. then we played cards until finally our rides came and it was time to go home.. such a frustrating day, mainly because of the great new life-saving mats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112143966729447899?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112143966729447899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112143966729447899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112143966729447899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112143966729447899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/07/wahaha-laughtrip.html' title='wahaha!! laughtrip!! :))'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112082912616226423</id><published>2005-07-08T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T06:08:44.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday to friday</title><content type='html'>entry for the whole week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daily freakin routine&lt;/strong&gt;... (weekdays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:30-6:45&lt;/strong&gt; ~ meet berns, je and (sometimes) rash in the caf and eat, study or sleep there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:30-7 something &lt;/strong&gt;~ wait for the grade school assembly to start then rush to our classrooms and sneak ourselves in without the teacher noticing we came in during homeroom.. i dunno how we do it, but we're never marked late, even though we always are.. :)) heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00-dismissal &lt;/strong&gt;~ sleep (except during recess and lunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dismissal- 6 something &lt;/strong&gt;~ training..... (pag walang training, stay lang sa ice monster until dark, then go to bernice's house after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after training &lt;/strong&gt;~ stay at the college lanai, go home, or go to bernice's house.. yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00-8:30 &lt;/strong&gt;~ meet sa ice monster with je, rash and berns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:30-before 9 &lt;/strong&gt;~ go to pasig for gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00-12:00 &lt;/strong&gt;~ gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:00-1:00 &lt;/strong&gt;~ eat in the gym caf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:00-sawa &lt;/strong&gt;~ stay in ice monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when bored &lt;/strong&gt;~ stay in bernice's house and wait for fetcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang, i didn't know what to write, and i always end up writing the same stuff anyway, so i just wrote my daily routine so i won't have to next time :p heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dees ees ganna ba a bampeh riiide!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112082912616226423?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112082912616226423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112082912616226423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112082912616226423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112082912616226423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/07/monday-to-friday.html' title='monday to friday'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112031690733230956</id><published>2005-07-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T08:08:27.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday to saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; school was boring as usual, and i don't really remember what happened but all i know is it was LAME... so lame, in fact, that it wasn't even worth remembering. my brain automatically erased everything about school that day, to avoid it's virus of lame-ness to infect my whole brain. my brain's already infected, actually, but at least i'm not lame.. am i?.. okay, note to self: stop saying lame before you become so lame that your brain will just become a whole lame mess.. too late.&lt;br /&gt;after school, we had our usual training, and ate naths finally did the cheering piece. yay :) we worked on the opening which is the most important and critical part of the whole routine since it sets the whole mood and creates the first, biggest impression.. we all decided that we would like it to be intimidating, so intimidating in fact, that the other competitors would just cry hysterically and run out of the place too scared to see the other parts of the routine, therefore causing them to forfeit the competition and so we would unanimously win effortlessly, and we wouldn't have to finish the whole routine coz our score would just be too high that the judges would just get all discombobulated and we'd have to replace them coz we'd be too good to compete and we're way over their standards, so we'd just be forced to be judges because of our greatness and to give chance to all the others who were just too devastated from their oh-so-humiliating defeat. bwahaha!!! .. yea, dream on.. but that would be nice, though, wouldn't it? but of course, we'd rather have a nice, fair game coz that's the whole point of competing- it's not a matter of winning or losing; it's knowing that you worked your ass off to be the best you can be. that's more than enough.. oh yea!! you can quote me on that :p haha..&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, enough fantasizing. (yess, the word!! haha) back to reality..&lt;br /&gt;after training we stayed in the college lanai as usual and ate and talked there, and blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday: &lt;/strong&gt;acquaintance day!! yay, shortened periods! oh yeahh!! haha.. anyway, our class party was (sorry to say) lame, and we just had chicken joy so we (ina, berns and i) ended up going to other sections to beg for food. heehee.. 3-9 is da baaahm!! they were the only section nice enough (and perhaps the one with most food) to give us some cake, munchkins and brownies. :) the brownies were super yummy :) then we went back to our class and started taking pictures and that was when we realized that we are the vainest class ever!! haha.. everyone was taking pictures (specially mayet coz she was running from one place to another just so she could be in every pic, and believe me, i think she has the most number of pictures.. haha.. so after fooling around, someone from 3-9 went to our section and gave me the whole container of brownies (the ones we got so addicted to!) and said &lt;em&gt;"inyo nalang daw".&lt;/em&gt; whoopee!!! oh joy!! nyahaha!! so after filling our overly satisfied brownie-full tummies, we went down to 2-3 and had our sister section acquaintance party.. we played this game (forgot the name) where there are 6 in a group and you're tied to a partner and so there are 3 pairs each group, and you have this ballon taped to the floor that you gotta prevent from POPPING, while at the same time POPPING other groups' ballons as well.. actually we kinda cheated coz we didn't actually know that the ballons were supposed to be taped to the floor, and we also didn't POP the other balloons coz we just stayed in a corner protecting ours.. :)) but we lost. hehe.. then after that we played this game (yea, i forgot the name of that too. hehe) where there are 5 people from 3-3 and 2-3 and you have to stack 6 plastic cups in a pyramid. oh, and you do this with your mouth by the way. then you spell your name with your butt and then the next person does it, and the next, and so on.. of course, since we're just so shameless and all, ina, berns and i were the only ones enthusiastic and thick enough to volunteer and they had to drag some other people into the game. wahaha!! we cheated here too, actually. i was the first one and then when it was bernice's turn, she couldn't do it coz she had to do the hard part and so we helped her and we used our hands which was against the rules.. heehee.. &lt;em&gt;pasaway&lt;/em&gt;.. :p but we won, though :)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after school: no training today so we just stayed in ice monster as we always do, and (duh) ate there. we also found out that the guy selling jamaican patties right beside ice monster (the 2 stores are connected) is a dancer! woah! we just saw him grooving to the music and he was moving exactly like a breakdancer, and so we asked him if he was, and he said yes! haha.. nowadays, we'd know if a person is a dancer or not just by looking at them, and we've just recently realized that dancers stand out from a crowd. specially breakdancers. i dunno, but we noticed that there's just something different bout them, and we can't explain what it is but it's just there.. yea. coolness :))&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; i picked berns up at mcdo at aroung 8:30 am to go to gym, but when we arrived there, it hadn't started yet, so we just talked and talked and then after a while, i fell asleep and before i knew it they were waking me up and the gym was already full of people. so gym was tiring as usual, but still fun.. after gym we went to galle and watched mr. and mrs. (yea, that was the first time we watched it) and then hanged out in red ribbon and ate and talked as usual. :)) then je-an's parents arrived in their new car (berns and i are the first ever pep members to ride their new BMW!!) woohoo!! i feel so special :) heehee.. so after riding je-an's new fabulously sexy HOTT car, we stayed in her house and ate. (of course!!) we also watched a movie and went online, and ate some more then my dad picked us up (berns and i) and we brought her home, and now i'm here. yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zippideedodaaah.. zippidoodaaaaay... lalang.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112031690733230956?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112031690733230956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112031690733230956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112031690733230956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112031690733230956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/07/thursday-to-saturday.html' title='thursday to saturday'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-112013939995561531</id><published>2005-06-30T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T06:49:59.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dees ees ganna be a bampehh riiide!!! :))</title><content type='html'>lets start with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday: &lt;/strong&gt;as usual &lt;strong&gt;berns&lt;/strong&gt;, je, rash and i hanged out in the caf as soon as we got to school and did homework.. hyea riiight!!! ok fine we were just supposed to do our homework, but we just ended up talking.. we are against homework, you see.. &lt;strong&gt;we protest against being forced to compete with our classmates!! &lt;/strong&gt;so that means we're against tests and seatworks too. so in short, we're against everything that has to do with schoolwork. hell yea!! :))&lt;br /&gt;so we went up late as usual, and arrived at our classroom right after the grade school flag ceremony (which means we're gonna be late.. again!). but what's weird though is that even though we get to the classroom late, and justine (she's in another section) always gets minor offenses for being late, we always get away with it.. same goes for recess and lunch and we get away with it &lt;strong&gt;every &lt;/strong&gt;time.. wahaha!! i guess we've become experts.. yea. we give private tutorials to those who need them.. :)) kidding..&lt;br /&gt;writing school stuff will just deteriorate the "happy" aura of the setting.. (nyaaaks!! hehe) so let's just skip that part..&lt;br /&gt;dismissal.. yay&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;training!!! whoopee!! heeeere it khaaaaams!! :D oh yea, i didn't train.. :p my arm's still malfunctioning (stubborn as me) so it's still in a hard bandage and so i had to just facilitate the try-outs.. dammit.. lame as hell!! joke. :p but it was lame, though, just not so much.. i'm exagerrating. yay :) haha, &lt;em&gt;labo.. &lt;/em&gt;so i had to watch them do the stretching and look out for those who weren't following the steps and stuff, and the corners, and whatever other stuff.. sooo boorriiiiing!!! the fun part though, was the try-outs itself. they were following my every command!! mwahaha!! i ruuuuule!! yea baby!!! naw just kidding.. :)) so after the try-outs, we had the usual meeting and talked about the usual stuff. the funny thing here is that even though we talk about the same old stuff we do every training, i still find it interesting to listen to everything ate naths says.. heehee.. pepper of the month!! joke :p after the prayer, we went to the college lanai and waited for our fetchers there, and we just stayed in the caf upstairs, ate and talked..&lt;br /&gt;then home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday: &lt;/strong&gt;morning we stayed at the caf again, and blah blah blah. same old school day.. nothing special here.. let's move on..&lt;br /&gt;i still wasn't able to train so i just took care of the try-outs again... darn.&lt;br /&gt;this day was actualy boring. let's go to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday: &lt;/strong&gt;caf as usual.. mmm hmmm.. THE was unusually entertaining today!! wahaha! well call us evil, but &lt;strong&gt;berns &lt;/strong&gt;and i just spent the whole period laughing our heads off at ms. razo coz of her super fluent spokening dollarness.. wooh!! hmaygahd, that was freakin hilarious!!! we have this notebook with all her bloopers, and it filled up 2 whole pages.. :)) we're so baaad.. yes we are. :p after school..&lt;br /&gt;training!! yipee!! i was able to train now. yay :D typical training.. stretching, corners, dance.. special thing bout this is we had lessons fron kya brian who taught us L.A style.. he's sooo freakin good! can't imitate his groove, yea.. then same old meeting then went to the college lanai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! have to go.. i haven't even reached thursday.. which, in case you didn't know, happens to be TODAY meynn.. dammit.. next time, then.. aurevoir!! (right spelling i hope?) &lt;em&gt;oo na!! tama na yan! wag ka na umangal di ka din naman marunong mag french eh..&lt;/em&gt;  who am i talking to? you.. me? yea you..&lt;br /&gt;k fine gotta go home, i'm going crazy. put me an assylum before i infect&lt;strong&gt; berns&lt;/strong&gt; :p (i'm in her house, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aryt? aryt. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-112013939995561531?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/112013939995561531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=112013939995561531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112013939995561531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/112013939995561531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/06/dees-ees-ganna-be-bampehh-riiide.html' title='dees ees ganna be a bampehh riiide!!! :))'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111977476740508304</id><published>2005-06-25T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:32:47.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breakdancing is da baaahm!!!!</title><content type='html'>lately i've been addicted to breakdancing.. now don't think that's just streetdancing or whatever coz it's not just that.. it's sooo much better! nyahaha.. i love every bit of it, from the most basic uprocks, headstands and baby freezes to the most complex 90s, 2000s, airthrax (i dunno if that's how you spell it), and all those combinations like headstand to handstand or hollowstretch to hollowback, and stuff like that. they're all just so cool, it's addicting, like how you get so addicted to smoking that you wanna inhale nicotine every freakin second (i don't smoke, i meant that as a figure of speech. duh, i'm asthmatic) . these past few weeks (since summer, actually) we've been taking up breakdancing lessons and joining breakdancing competitions (well, it's just one competition, really, but we went through elimination rounds and championships so we went through more than one competition but it's just one event all in all) and we've been so into it ever since..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friday was the best ever!! hell yea! we won the &lt;strong&gt;battlerock interschool breakdancing category&lt;/strong&gt; (against college students, i might add!) last friday, june 24. yipee!!! such joy! :p haha.. i wasn't able to join the championships coz i over-locked my left arm (where i do all my stunts in, dammit) during the last elimination round so i just cheered my lungs out the whole time wearing the mc uniform (reprezent!! ahaha..). my voice got so cracked even before cheering for miriam coz it was the &lt;strong&gt;poppin and lockin&lt;/strong&gt; competition before ours, and yelled my head off screaming "go paul!! go paul!!".. heehee.. paul is a good friend of ours,.. he's just so damn nice and friendly, and he was the one who helped us go through the championships so if it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have won.. yea, thanks &lt;strong&gt;paul&lt;/strong&gt;!!! this is all for you! ahaha.. he, by the way, won as the &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;(and cutest!! haha) &lt;strong&gt;popper of the year&lt;/strong&gt;, and we all just couldn't be any prouder.. sniff.. :) hehe.. then after our category it was the &lt;strong&gt;professional breakdancing division&lt;/strong&gt;, and i yelled even louder coz we knew most of the competitors there, having met them during the screening and previous elimination rounds, and some of them even taught us.. so after screaming our lungs hoarse,&lt;strong&gt; zero gravity&lt;/strong&gt; won. no duh,, they put the dance floor on fire baby!!! haha.. they were obviously the best group, with their over energetic dance moves and hypnotic breakin.. hell yea!! it was a shame, though, that battle syndicate wasn't able to continue the battle coz of some unfortunate reasons. damn. oh well.. oh yea, i almost forgot to thank all the people who came and supported us and has been supporting us endlessly: ate kat, ate ana, coach fonzy, ate naths, alana, and thanks again to Paul.. :) so after the whole battle, we ate and hanged out in the foodcourt and met some more bboys and girls.. coolness :) we met 2 of the best, youngest and most adorable little bboys that night, too.. they were &lt;strong&gt;popoy and benok!!!&lt;/strong&gt; woohoo!!! oh yea, benok's my promdate. *wink* and popoy's bernice's promdate.. :)) they are the most freakinly hilarious guys i have ever met!! so cuuute. :) then after chillin in the foodcourt with our new friends and **heehee** promdates, my parents and kuya came, and we brought rashmi to her aunt's house in xavierville and je and berns slept at my house.. first we ate kfc (we dropped by earlier) and then watched shutter. actually we didn't really watch it. i think we just glanced at it coz we were too busy with **ahem!** other more important things.. wahahaha!!! :)) aryt, that's it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111977476740508304?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111977476740508304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111977476740508304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111977476740508304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111977476740508304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/06/breakdancing-is-da-baaahm.html' title='breakdancing is da baaahm!!!!'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111928156640643689</id><published>2005-06-20T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T08:32:46.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homework sucks BIG TIME</title><content type='html'>this day has been the dopest, suckiest, most boring day ever! we did nothing but answer all these diagnostic tests.. nyargh!! sucky sucky schoolday.. plus, i had a nosbleed during CL which was the only subject where we didn't have a diagnostic test. just great. i got so pissed coz i thought it was already dismissal time after CL, so i stayed in the clinic for a long time even though my nose wasn't bleeding anymore. i just seized the opportunity of staying in a place without teachers so i texted with cold compress plastered on my forehead.. ahh, that was the life. but sadly, of course, i eventually had to go back to the classroom since it seemed pretty obvious that i was fine already, so i miserably went back up with my clinic slip indicating that i really did go to the clinic (what, don't they trust us?.. well they really shouldnt ;p), and took a long time at that.. haha :) well it's not everyday that you get to roam around and text in school without anyone telling you off, and your classmates are stuck in the classroom doing a shit load of diagnostic tests.. wahaha!!! so after my long funeral march back up to the classroom (which felt so short, but it was actually super long.. i guess i was too busy texting to notice ;P haha..), the teacher still made me answer the test.. dammit! i still didn't get away with it! oh well, you can't always have everything, and at least i stayed in aircon before going back to the sizzling hot classrom which seemed 10 times hotter that before, owing to the fact that it was freezing cold in the clinic, plus i had a cold compress stuck un my forehead the whole time.. so after profusely sweating because of the heat, and thinking my brains out because of that darned test (which, by the way, was world history which is evidently one of the things i suck the most at! geez..) then finally, after a lot more shitty diagnostic tests, it was dismissal. hooray.. :) pep had training, and to make my day even worse, if that was still possible, i couldn't attend since my arm's still injured. dammit!!!  so after training we stayed in the college lanai and waited for our fetchers to (duh) fetch us. then we went home.. yay :)&lt;br /&gt;ok, im gonna sleep na.. still gotta go to school tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;still pissed&lt;br /&gt;still pissed&lt;br /&gt;hope sleeping will un-piss me&lt;br /&gt;still pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111928156640643689?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111928156640643689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111928156640643689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111928156640643689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111928156640643689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/06/homework-sucks-big-time.html' title='homework sucks BIG TIME'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111915313959509104</id><published>2005-06-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T06:15:39.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so hot so hot SO HOTT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;grabe hanggang ngayon sobrang kilig parin&lt;/em&gt;!!! so hott kasi eh!! SO HOOTTT!!! "if that ain't hott, i dunno what is".. haha.. it's our new thaing, yknow.. like with the hand and head swishing motion pa and everything. i'll just demonstrate it sometime. haha :)) no really, i will if you ask me to. &lt;em&gt;alam nyo naman ako, walang hiya&lt;/em&gt;. haha :)) but first i'm gonna need my 2 gurrls to show our routine.. yea. our supah hott routine!! haha.. may choreography and succession pa iyon. hwaw. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so here are the things that happened last night,. ok so after finding out that the battle took place yesterday, not today, dammit! (so we weren't able to compete, but we will next week), we (rashmi, je-an and i) met up in ice monster at around 11:30 and ate there first while trying to decide where we wanted to go. so finally, after a few hours of battling and eating, we decided to just type the things we wanted to do for the day in our cellphones then we would each pass it around and see which ones were similar to each other. so it was decided that we were gonna go to galle and watch a movie.. so we rode a cab going there and we (of course) went shopping first, since we couldn't buy the tickets yet. then we went around and went (supposedly) window-shopping, but we just couldn't resist! we were walking in a &lt;strong&gt;mall!.. &lt;/strong&gt;what else were we supposed to do?.. it was just torture looking at the stuff and not buying them. so finally after a few hours of torture, we couldn't take it any longer so we gave in and went shopping. :) woohoo!! i was the one who bought the most, being the uncontrolable shopaholic freak that i undoubtedly am.. wahaha :)) after shopping, we went to greenhills. when we got there, we stayed at starbucks for a while then ate dinner at delifrance. so many people were looking at us coz we were talking so loudly, pretending to be foreigners and talking super weirdly with "canadian accents" &lt;like&gt;but we just ended up talking like those dumb blondes you see in chick flicks.. *no offense to the blondes out there, it's just a common stereotype so soweey.. * haha :)) so after eating dinner there and a few more hours of just bumming around, we just decided to go to horseshoe and go to a friend's house (which we weren't even that close to, i might add. only je-an was..). so we just crashed the whole place and went inside the boat house. it was soo cool!! they have a boat house inside their house! well, no, not inside the house.. inside the lot, behind the house.. it was so hott!! hehe.. we went up to the roofdeck and just felt the wind there. it was awesome.. whoopee! :) *thanks &lt;strong&gt;alex&lt;/strong&gt;* then je-an realized that her phone was missing so we went back inside the house to look for it. then we played cards and basketball (mini basketball) and played magic tricks (i still can't figure out how they did the thing with the egg..) and then we just talked and talked and txted, and then talked some more. yes, we do like to talk, thanks for noticing.. *at this point, je-an still hasn't found her phone..* and so we just bummed around and crashed her house some more, then finally, after a few more hours je-an found her phone on the bed. :)) then we just went back to greenhills so we decided to skip the movie and just chill around. we stayed at the food court and talked, then rashmi went home.. aww :( then after a few more hours, my brother fetched us (je and i) at around 4:30 or something then they all told je and i about the concert they went to (which we were also supposed to go to, but we didn't have transpo..) and told me that they each had backstage passes and they just stayed backstage for the whole concert and they had the same table with the artists!!!! OH MY GOD!!! i almost dropped dead right there.. i was already so pissed and acting like an escaped mental convict, which was hard actually, considering that there were 6 of us inside the car so i couldn't really move, but owing to my supernatural strength, i was still able to fling my arms all over the car and jump up and down on my seat making me bump my head on the roof countless times, then after calming myself down, they told us they ate with the bands and they were even able to talk to many of them!! nyaaaargh!! then my sister pulled something out that almost made me collapse (if only i wasn't sitting in a car full of people): champ's backstage pass id!!!! OHMAYGAAAHD!!! i immediately went back to my lunatic self and started acting uncontrolably insane again.. so i started sniffing it, so i could breathe the same air that champ did (this is an exaggeration, in case you need telling), then i snatched the id and put it around my neck.. *drooling starts here* whooh!! i could feel champ's aura around my neck!! *nyahaha,, i'm going crazy. someone slap me, i'm going completely insane* ok before i sound like a complete lunatic here (which i actually am), let's move on.. so when je and i arrived at my house, we went online immediately, then chatted with a friend.. sorry, can't go into detail :D wahaha!!! then we tried watching &lt;em&gt;a lot like love&lt;/em&gt;, but we were just too sleepy, so we just tried to sleep, which i found hard to do coz i still felt wide awake and so did je, so we just ended up talking about everything that happened last night till this morning, until finally, we fell asleep. so we woke up early today since we couldn't wait to tell rashmi everything, so je called her up (i was still asleep at that time) and shared the stuff that happened.. then i finally woke up and started eating breakfast. je wasn't hungry daw, so she just talked to rash while i ate then i talked to rash after eating.. then we went online again, and so here i am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day was so hott!! (not warm-hot.. HOTT hot!!) do you get me? no you dont.. :)&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee..&lt;br /&gt;**chill**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111915313959509104?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111915313959509104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111915313959509104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111915313959509104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111915313959509104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-hot-so-hot-so-hott.html' title='so hot so hot SO HOTT!!!'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111901980938974150</id><published>2005-06-17T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T07:50:09.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pasukan naaah!! nooo!! dees saaks!</title><content type='html'>argh.. kakaasar. just when i was starting to enjoy summer, as in REALLY REALLY enjoy summer, it suddenly ends. i only started liking it after our summer recital which was at the end of May, so i only got to experience so much- the time of my life, actually, for more or less than 15 days.. damn. well at least i met great new friends and experienced SOOO many new things over those 2 memorable weeks, and i know i will never forget this summer. it pisses me of to think of what more could have happened if there was more time, considering that my friends and i just got to enjoy 2 weeks of it, but i am nevertheless thankful for having the opportunity to really bond with my friends and meet even more, plus we learned new things as well. i can't really go into detail here, so forgive me for that.. i really can't. but let me just tell you this- it really changed the way i look at and deal with things.. i now see things differently, i've learned how to make many new friends, i've become really confident when performing in front of lotsa people, and i've learned how to smile in spite of all the problems we have to face each day. i know that sounded kinda lame, and i never expected to sound as cheesy as that, but it's true. above everything that has happened to me these past few weeks (prepare for the cheesiest of all), i found out who my REAL friends are.. the ones who would put up with me and the stupid things i do, the ones who would still always be there no matter what, and the ones who would always accept you for whoever you are and whatever you do- be it good or bad. yes, cheesy s it sounds, it's true. i also never realized how wrong i was in thinking that if you had a problem with someone or something which you kept from your friends, it will soon just go away. it won't. you'll have to let them know because you'll never know if they're also having the same problems and they're just waiting for you to approach them about it so you can try to sort it out. maybe they're also just looking for friends who would help them with it, but they, like you, were too scared to tell someone about it because you were all just afraid that no one was thinking the same thing, or that they would all just disagree with you. this is where you truly find out which friends are worth keeping coz whether or not they were thinking the same, they would still accept you. they'd still want to be your friends..&lt;br /&gt;okay, before i fog up this screen, i'm gonna stop.most of you can't relate to a thing i'm saying anyways, or maybe you just don't care. haha. :p that's what you get for going hee and wasting your time reading my entries. sometimes you can become a foolish sentimental idiot after reading my entries (well actually that's very rare, considering the fact that i am the most insensitive, emotionless person alive, and i do not have a single bone in my body containing feelings.. yes, i am exaggerating..), and most of the time you become a crazy stupidly-slow lunatic, which i obviously am. i if you wanna be or perhaps already are either one of those, feel free to put comments,, even though i dont read em.. haha :) but it's good to know that some people are at least taking (or perhaps wasting?) their time reading your pointless entries. okay, im just gonna stop before i drive myself crazy. anjologs ko talaga.. owell. :p&lt;br /&gt;chill..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111901980938974150?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111901980938974150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111901980938974150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111901980938974150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111901980938974150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/06/pasukan-naaah-nooo-dees-saaks.html' title='pasukan naaah!! nooo!! dees saaks!'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111854558964265101</id><published>2005-06-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T20:06:29.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay naka log-in ako!! haha :))</title><content type='html'>it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how forever never seems to really last,&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how friends can just leave you when you're down,&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how when you need someone they're never around.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people change and think they`re so much better,&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how many lies can be packed in one "love letter".&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people forgive even though they can't forget,&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how one night can contain so much regret.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how ironic life turns out to be,&lt;br /&gt;but the funniest part of all, none of that's funny to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yOu NeVeR rEaLLy KnOw WhO yOuR tRuE fRiEnDs ArE uNtiL tEaRs ArE roLLiNg DoWn YoUr ChEeKs. TrUe FriEnDs ArE tHe OnEs WhO aRe ThErE to WiPe YoUr TeArS aNd HoLd YoUr HaNd, eVen ThOuGh ThEy hAvE nO iDeA wHaT's wRoNg. EvErYoNe eLsE jUsT sTaNdS aRoUnD wOnDeRiNg WhAt HaPpEnEd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you've been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there's no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. It isn't until you finally run up against your deepest demons-your unsolvable problems- the ones that make you who you truly are- that you're ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you are looking for. You are looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the "right" wrong person- someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, "This is the problem I want to have." I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111854558964265101?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111854558964265101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111854558964265101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111854558964265101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111854558964265101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/06/yay-naka-log-in-ako-haha.html' title='yay naka log-in ako!! haha :))'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111658341926130748</id><published>2005-05-20T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T03:10:30.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more pictures!! yay :)</title><content type='html'>here are the pics from our surprise mcdo tour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/aa09655f.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. Froilan, our tourguide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/zzzz_0086.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. jay the burger-wrapper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/zzzz_0087.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. mmmmm.. smells gooood!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/zzzz_0093.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. john the fry-cooker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/zzzz_0091.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. jay again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/zzzz_0090.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. newly-made burgers!! yumyum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/zzzz_0088.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. raw burger patties.. nyaaak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/zzzz_0095.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. rexona fresh underarms!! oh yehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/zzzz_0096.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. i'm a mcdo crew worker!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/zzzz_0097.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/zzzz_0099.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; .. oily yummy fries!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111658341926130748?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111658341926130748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111658341926130748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111658341926130748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111658341926130748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-pictures-yay.html' title='more pictures!! yay :)'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111658291493476608</id><published>2005-05-20T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T03:03:02.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures!! yay!! :D</title><content type='html'>here are the pics from the hotel sleepover and awards thingymajigg in westin. woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/akoandberns.jpg" /&gt; .. me and my husband.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/crab.jpg" /&gt; .. yay crab!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/crissyje-anme.jpg" /&gt; .. je-an, me and &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/crissyje-anme.jpg" /&gt; .. inside the closet!! nyahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/rashmi.jpg" /&gt; .. me and wushmee.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/obticles.gif" /&gt; .. in the balcony. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/crissy.jpg" /&gt; .. me and my lubidubss!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/yawn.jpg" /&gt; .. ang kyuuut!!! :)) hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/awarding5.jpg" /&gt; .. wow, we're both orange!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/awarding6.jpg" /&gt; .. crabby!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/awarding7.jpg" /&gt; .. the closet is our studio meyyn.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_d_hotel.jpg" /&gt; .. hug wushmee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_d_hotel2.jpg" /&gt; .. curly &lt;strong&gt;BERNS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_d_hotel3.jpg" /&gt; .. hunnybabes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_d_hotel5.jpg" /&gt; .. laika, laika.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_d_hotel6.jpg" /&gt; .. me and jelly.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_westin.jpg" /&gt; .. happy.. shalala. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_westin2.jpg" /&gt; .. in westin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_westin3.jpg" /&gt; .. hallo hallo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_westin4.jpg" /&gt; .. crabness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_westin5.jpg" /&gt; .. orange crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_westin6.jpg" /&gt; .. aba'y may kausap parin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_westin7.jpg" /&gt; .. wow, we're red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/crissykiti/in_westin8.jpg" /&gt; .. awwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111658291493476608?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111658291493476608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111658291493476608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111658291493476608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111658291493476608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/pictures-yay-d.html' title='pictures!! 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so anyway, Froilan went somewhere and told us he'd come back in a few minutes to fetch us, and just as he promised, he came back and so we separated into 2 groups&lt;strong&gt;... BERNS, &lt;/strong&gt;mau, ina and i were the first group to go in so we all scrambled after him as he led the way.. first we went in the freezer, as in literally inside the freezer to be exact, and it was declared that, as &lt;strong&gt;BERNS &lt;/strong&gt;said, we are all officially frozen goods.. haha :)) after the freezer, he showed us the first drive thru window and explained how everything works there, and then we proceeded to the back where they kept their cleaning stuff, and he showed us some pails which were used for segregating their towels. yes indeed, they do segregate their towels. we learned that they used 3 different kinds: the red towels are used for cleaning the counters, the yellow ones are used for the tables, and the blue ones are used for cleaning everything underneath (like the floor or under tables).. wow @_@ then we went to the place where they make the burgers. this was cool :D he showed us this oven-like appliance where they put frozen hard patties in and then they cover it with metal thingies and when they open it, voila!! cooked hamburger patties!! wow, na-laos si spongebob. ;) haha.. this is where we met ariel the burger-cooker and janice the hamburger-maker. the difference between them is that ariel cooks the patties and puts them in the burger-cooker thing, and janice puts them in buns and puts all the condiments in them.. then we went to the place where they put the ready-made food in, and where they wrap the food. here we met jay the burger-wrapper, and discovered his special burger-wrapping skills. he's so awesomw! yehh.. then we watched how fries are cooked, and they're in this big rectangular strainer thing and then they're put in boiling oil and then the oil is drained out then the fries are put in this metal crate thing and they sprinkle the salt there and put them in cardboards using this cool fry-scooper thing. it's obvious that i'm making all the names up, so don't think they're really named like that. :)) then Froilan showed us where the yummy fried chicken pieces were stored and so he opened the metal safe thingy and our mouths started to water as the aroma of the juicy freshly-cooked chicken sifted. yuuummm.. :p then froilan showed us how to make mcflurry, and it's actually quite simple, plus it's fun!! i got hands-on experience coz i volunteered to make a capuccino mcflurry, so i got to try putting the ice cream and capuccino in the cup and i also got to mix it! whoopee!! that was fun.. you can feel the mixer thingy revolving inside the cup, and it's tickling. :)) haha.. then we were given freebies. yay :) so after that, it was the other group's turn, so after waiting for them for a looong time, they finally came out and we went to gym.. gym was exeptionally sucky that day. well, for me that is. the others found it fun but i found it agonizing!! the coach made me do an aerial with my right side!! i'm a leftie, you see, so i'm not used to doing stunts on the right side. it felt so awkward and wrong, but they were all insisting that it was higher than my left. well, i can feel that it was higher, but it still felt wrong for me. that was the only thing i remember actually. haha :)) so after gym, we stayed and ate in the canteen and we were brought to mcdo, where we were fetched, and we all finally went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday: &lt;/strong&gt;training in mc today, so i got there at around 8, and i was so relieved to find out that i wasn't late yet, coz i thought i was since i was a few minutes late, but fortunately ate naths was late for the first time. whew! talk about good timing.. so we started the warm-up (led by &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rashmi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) and began the corners.. after some time, ate naths arrived and we began reviewing the dances as usual.. ate naths kept on yelling at me telling me to focus.. &lt;em&gt;"crissy!! asan nanaman ba yang utak mo? nasa pluto nanaman ba?? makinig ka nga at wag kang tulala diyan!!" &lt;/em&gt;i was listening, actually, but my face was just blank so she thought that my mind was in space again or something.. ok fine, i'm always bingo.. then she said that she's gonna give us an earlier lunch break because of my weirdness.. well at least we benefitted from it. :)) haha.. after the lunch break, we continued reviewing the dances, and before we knew it, it was 3:00 so it was time to go home. yay :) but we didn't go home just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rashmi, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BERNS, &lt;/strong&gt;pat and i went to pat's house and wached her brother's home videos. it was sooo cute!! then as usual, we had yummy food and sago, and then ice cream. i still had ice cream even though i wasn't allowed to coz i was sick. haha :)) then my dad came and we picked my mother and sister in robinsons. it was my mom's birthday!! yay!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST MOTHER!!! haha.. then we went home agai so i can change into something more decent since i was still wearing my training clothes. then we ate dinner in Razon's, and their halo-halo was deliciooouuss!!! *slurp!!* after that, we went to metro walk and, duh, walked around and went shopping. we didn't actually buy anything, so it was just window-shopping.. my feet were already super hurting coz we just kept on walking for a looong time. them we walked (yet again) to our car, and along the way, my cousin and i played a game where whoever counts how many floors there were in the building in front first, wins. it was silly, actually, but it was still fun. :)) then after that, we went home.. at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday, today: &lt;/strong&gt;i went to &lt;strong&gt;BERNICE'S &lt;/strong&gt;house at around 10am and fell asleep on their living room couch while waiting for her to finish taking a bath.. when she finally finished, we went online and checked people's blogs and our e-mails as well. then &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rashmi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;texted us saying that she was on her way to katipunan already, so we rode a trike and went to mcdo to meet her. when everybody else arrived, we went to the gym in rachel's transpo.. gym was super productive today!! katre and audrey joined our group at last, and i'm proud to say that they made a big big improvement compared to the last gym session. whoopee. :)) then we stayed and ate in the canteen after gym, and when the others left, we played cards.. yay :) then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rashmi's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;transpo came and brought us to mcdo where we found ina and sat with her. then i brought &lt;strong&gt;BERNS &lt;/strong&gt;home and watched my cousins' basketball game in xavierville.. they lost, by the way.. awww. :( after the game, we went home. yay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, the pics will come someday.. when i find out how to put them here... haha :)) i promise, it will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111652590492632286?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111652590492632286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111652590492632286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111652590492632286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111652590492632286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/tuesday-to-thursday.html' title='tuesday to thursday'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111626354261375024</id><published>2005-05-16T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:12:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for her..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know many people have already done this and put this in their blogs, but i found it cute, so i'm gonna make one, too. :) haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for her..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you've been my best friend since the day we first met, and from then on, i thought nothing would ever change that. i've known you even before i came to mc, and you helped me fit in and make friends. you were always there for me when i was alone coz i was a new student back then and i didn't know anyone, and you were the only friend i had. you were the &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;friend i had. even though you had your own friends back then, you would still hang out with me and help me get used to my new school, my new friends. i'm sorry i didn't realize that before, and i'm sorry for thanking you just now. i just want you to know that i appreciate everything you've done for me. every little thing. but now, we've grown apart. i went my way, you went yours. i didn't value you as much as i should have, and i guess that's why we're not so close anymore. i don't even know anything about you anymore, anything that happens to you. i wish i could bring back the old times, where we would go to each other's house everyday and do each other's homework. i miss the times where we would go to the park and do nothing. even with the super hot weather, we still didn't let a day pass without seeing each other. and even though there was nothing to do, we still had so much fun. i miss the times where we would just hang out in each other's houses even though we had to walk under the sizzling hot sun, and then cool off afterwards with water guns. i miss the times where you would walk me halfway to my house and then we would both walk the other half by ourselves.even though i know you're terrified of the dark, you would still go through the trouble just so i wouldn't be too scared to walk alone. you always think about others before yourself. i miss that. i miss &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. i know we don't see each other so much anymore, but i just want you to know how much i've missed you these past few years. i wish we could bring back the old times, even though we're not kids anymore. i still miss it. i miss all the time we spent with each other. i miss all the crazy stuff we do. i miss all the "night classes".. i hope you haven't forgotten that, coz i still remember everything. every little thing. coz every moment i spend with you is worth remembering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;for her..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we all know that when we first became friends, it wasn't such a good start. we've been through lots of different problems, different fights, misunderstandings, but through it all i have discovered a side of you that i'm VERY very thankful to have seen. i found out that you guys are sensitive, wacky, trustworthy and loyal, caring, thoughtful, spontaneous.. everything i can ask for in a friend.. a great friend.. a TRUE friend. two of the greatest friends i have and will ever have. nothing can change that. you guys have changed me, helped me become a better person. you've changed the way i look at things, and i now appreciate every little thing. you've taught me how to see the beauty in everything and everyone, including myself. you've changed the way i deal with things. i now go through each day with a smile coz i know that i have friends that will always back me up. and you guys never fail to make my day better. you give me a reason to smile, and you make each day special for me. i can be myself when i'm with you coz i know you will accept me for who i REALLY am. through all our problems before, i realized that you can only discover who your real friends are if they stick with you through everything. through all the problems and hardships. through EVERYTHING.  if, even when they've seen the worst side of you, they still accept you for who you are. they still want to be your friend. you guys are the greatest friends ever. thank you for putting up with me and my mood swings, my slowness, my insanity (though we all have that), everything. you stick with me through everything. and i just hope i can make myself worthy of your friendship, coz it means the world to me. you guys mean the world to me. and i hope nothing changes that. (for 2 people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for her.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even though i see you everyday, i still can't wait to see you again the next day. you make me laugh all the time, even when you're not trying to. even though i talk to you all the time, i still don't run out of things to talk to you about. we always find out something new about each other everyday, and because of that, we get so much closer. every day is always different from the last, and every conversation gets even more wackier. i guess when you enjoy the company of someone, you never run out of things to say and do, and you look forward to each day and it becomes more enjoyable each time. i can't imagine my high school life without you, coz you make everyday so special, each more exciting than the last. you make every moment enjoyable, and you make me look forward to go to training each day even when my whole body is aching. you make me forget all the pains and just smile through it all, and i enjoy every minute of your company. &lt;strong&gt;every minute&lt;/strong&gt;. whenever i'm in a bad mood, you still never fail to make me smile. i don't know how you do it, but you really do. my day wouldn't be complete without seeing you or talking to you. i can't really explain why, but i guess it's just because i'm so used to seeing you each day.. thank you for making my summer and those after-school trainings enjoyable. you make all the exhaustion and pain bearable. thank you for making me laugh all the time.  (for 2 people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;for her..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we didn't use to be so close before, but ive gotten to know you, the REAL you, these past few days. i didn't think we would be as close as we are now, but i guess i was wrong. each bonding moment with you is always stronger than the last and i've learned to appreciate everything about you. thank you for trusting me enough to tell me some of your secrets, and thank you for being such a great listener as well. thank you for always listening to everything i say, and thank you for keeping the secrets i tell you. i know that we're not super close yet, but i feel comfortable telling you things, because i know that you're always there to listen... because you care. thank you for caring and thank you for listening. thank you for always being there, and for being such a good friend. i wish we could become closer than we are now, and i'm glad that we've gotten closer these past few days. through all the time we spent together, i finally saw your outgoing side.. a side i never saw before, but now i feel much more comfortable around you, and i'm glad you're finally spending more time with us now. i've now seen your wacky, crazy side. and because of that, i know that we can become much closer. don't be afraid to show the real you, because that's what we like. that's what we look forward to spending more time with, and getting closer with. the REAL you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for her.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm glad that we've now spent more time with each other, coz at least you now go to sleepovers and some of our gimmicks. i found out that you're really fun to be with, but i just wish you would spend more time with us, because we really enjoy your company. your crazy, silly company. haha.. but we like that, coz we're also crazy and silly. :) i wish you could go to more sleepovers and gimmicks with the obsticles, coz it's just not the same without you. it would be much more enjoyable if you're always there, so that we can have more bonding sessions and stuff. i look forward to getting to know you better, even though i already know you well, but i want to develop a stronger friendship. thank you for being so fun to be with. there's never a lame moment when you're there, so you ALWAYS have to be there.you make each moment fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for her.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"crissy, punta ka na bang mcdo? :)" she always texts me this coz she's an early bird *wink* she's the reason why i look forward to going to mcdo early, coz it's always fun when she's around.. if it weren't for her, i would have died of boredom there, but she never fails to amuse me with all her crazy ideas and silly jokes.. we didn't use to be close, and we didn't actually spend much time with each other before, but we've gotten so much closer because of all the time we've spent together in mcdo.. if it weren't for her, i would always be late coz she's the one who inspires me to wake up and go there early. naks!! haha.. each day is a laughtrip when i'm with her.. she never fails to make me laugh, even when i don't get her jokes. i just laugh at the way she laughs at her own jokes, and the way she tells them.  her jokes are too weird, so i don't get them much. but it's okay, at least i don't get bored ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for her.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they are the silliest, wackiest, craziest pair ever!! it's obvious who i'm talking about ;) haha.. they never run out of super corny jokes to say, and regardless how corny they are, we still can't help but laugh coz they have this plague or something that makes you not stop from laughing. they are such a hilarious pair, and you would never see them not smiling. you won't ever see one without the other coz theyre like glued to each other or something. it wouldn't be the same if one of them is missing coz they're like the other half of each other.. once they strike, no one can stop them.. nyahaha.. pep wouldn't be the same without them coz they are the ones who create the comedy. and without comedy, things would be so lame. so thank you for being so... hyper :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for her.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is my mcdo buddy!! remember?? :) haha.. i used to hang out with her all the time in mcdo. i miss those times.. i got closer to her because of trumpets, and i realized how fun it is to hang out with her. she's one of a kind coz she's strong and independent, and she does everything she puts her mind to, and she doesn't care about what other people think. she's a big big party person. she's always out on gimmicks, and she has tons of friends because she's super outgoing and friendly, though some people think she's rude and obnoxious. that's the common misconception people get with her, but you only need to get to know her better to discover that she's a really great person and she's a wonderful friend. one that is for keeps.. ;) i really admire her spunk and spirit coz it's what makes her unique. it's what makes her my dearie dearest.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for her.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we're not really that close, but i know that she's a great person. she's got talent, intelligence, and she's one of the nicest people i have ever met. there's something about her smile that makes me smile as well, coz it's comforting or something. i always smile when i see her, and i don't know why.. she's got beauty inside and out, and that's a rare gift. she's super flexible, too!! i think she's made of rubber or something. haha.. she has never been my classmate, so i haven't really gotten to know her that much.. i wish we could spend more time with each other coz i know that she's a really great person, and she's a good friend.. even when you don't know her well, you can't help but like her.. coz she just looks so sweet :)yihee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111626354261375024?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111626354261375024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111626354261375024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111626354261375024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111626354261375024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-her_16.html' title='for her..'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111625237522956422</id><published>2005-05-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T07:06:15.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday to monday.. haba!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; gym! yay.. hmm, i can't really say anything about gym today, coz it's just as wacky as usual.. it was productive coz ate naths was there. :) yay. so after gym &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; brought me, &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; and je-an to mcdo and what made that day special was the car ride!! :D haha.. *wink* tita devi (rashmi's mom) was telling rashmi about this event and asked if she wanted to come, but rashmi didn't want to coz she had nobody to go with. so i, being my embarassingly shameless self (how ironic), shouted "ako nalang po!!!" (as a joke), so tita devi, not sensing my sarcasm, said that i could go. but just when i was saying it was a joke, je-an and &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; said that they wanted to come too, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now wanted to go coz she had company. so she talked to the ray ban people and asked if they needed some girls to help out with the event, and they did. yay :) so after screaming our lungs out with excitement, we arrived at mcdo and went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday:&lt;/strong&gt; training in mc. mmm.. it was tiring as always. duh (so what else is new?) my ponytail fell into the toilet bowl. wow, thanks for sharing, crissy. how wonderful.next please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; we went to gym in the morning coz we had to prepare for the event that afternoon. there were so many people so we weren't really able to do much.. there's this really cute taekwondo guy.. a black belter, my gahd!! he looks like he's around 13.. hmm.. pwede! haha.. he wears glasses, and he looks so much like harry potter! cuteness.. :) haha.. so enough of the kalandian.. after gym, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s driver picked us up and we went to westin philippine plaza where the event was gonna be held. needless to say, it is a formal event. duh. so we took turns on using the bathroom to freshen up and get rid of the icky gym germs, and then we got our hair fixed and make-up done. wow, cool :D then in the middle of our hair and make-up fixing thingy, jay-r, mike-look-like montero, and 2 other guys went inside our room to pick the sunglasses they would wear later that day. woohoo!!! our first celebrity exposure for that day.. haha.. actually, we didn't really get starstruck much coz we're not fans of local actors, but it was still a new experience, nevertheless.. so after having ourselves made up, we went down into (tadadaaan..) the red carpet!! woohoo!! coolness.. yea. so on our way there, we saw lotsa celebrities but we didn't really notice them much. they just looked like regular people, actually. some of them weren't even that good-looking. hehe. *wink* so we just stayed outside this room thingy and waited for.. actually i don't know what we were waiting for, but we were waiting for.. something. so after some time, we proceeded to the red carpet and waited for the people to arrive. my feet were killing me!! so after hours and hours of waiting and standing and staying under the sun, the fun finally began. whoopee. so we were supposed to go up to the sponsored celebrities and tell them that they have to get their pictures taken in the ray ban wall and ask if it's okay if we escort them.. wow :D that was really fun, but still tiring. so after a few hours, we finally got tired and decided to go back to the hotel room and change. but before that, we took LOTSA pictures. and i mean a lot. nyahaha, it was a special event, so we had to take pictures to remember it.. okay fine, so we're vain. so sue us. hahaha.. after our picture session, we changed into our pajamas and watched tv, ate and played cards. that was fun :D haha.. we played memory game by partners. haha, we're such nerds. :P &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i were on one team, and &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; and je-an on the other. and guess what?.. we are the champions!! nyahahahaaa!! .. in your face!! haha! no just kidding.. (shaking &lt;strong&gt;BERNICE&lt;/strong&gt; and je-an's hands) good game.. good game.. after our memory games, yes it's plural. we got addicted to it after some time, we played lotsa other card games (i actually can remember them). and after that, we just watched tv and talked and (forgive us, please) took even more pictures. haha. :) then we just talked and ate for a long time (while watching tv).. that part was great. i love it when we bond like that :) aww.. haha. then we went out to the balcony to watch the sunset. it was the coolest thing ever!! we actually saw it moving little by little until it disappeared. it was so amazing!!! and the fact that i watched it with my friends made it even more amazing and special. :) *sniff* so after watching that fabulous display of nature's beauty (woah! haha), we went back inside the hotel and got ready to sleep. then je-an and &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; fell asleep and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i (still awake) heard explosions coming from outside, so we went out to the balcony to go see what it was. je-an and &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; woke up and went with us, then we saw fireworks!!! it was just so awesome!!! amazing!! stupendous!!! woah! i'm not exaggerating.. it really was so great. the 4 of us just stood there watching the fireworks and feeling the cool night breeze. *sigh* it was all too good to last.. i don't think it would have been so special if my friends weren't there with me. yes, i know it sounds kinda cheesy, but it's true. they really did make that day amazing. okay, before i get all teared up in here (which is super rare, i might add), let's move on.. after the fireworks, we went back into the hotel and tried to go back to sleep but we couldn't since we were already hyped up by the excitement of the fireworks, we just talked and watched tv a bit more. and then finally, one by one, we fell asleep.. :0sunday: as usual, i was the last one to wake up. so we watched tv and ate breakfast before getting ready to go home. sadly, &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; had to go to this baptism thingy so she left early. aww :( it wasn't the same without you, honey sugar buns.. haha :) then je-an and i were supposed to be brought to mcdo but tita devi invited us to go to lunch in gateway first, since we were gonna go there coz that's where she works, so she said that they're just gonna bring us to mcdo afterwards. one word can describe that day: &lt;strong&gt;foodtrip!!!&lt;/strong&gt; my goodness! we bought sooo much food and brought them to the movie theater. we watched guess who, by the way. it was okay.. so after that, we went shopping! yay :D we went around the mall and bought some stuff. it was so fun :) but it would have been more fun if &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; was still there. awww. :( hehehe. so after shop-hopping and hanging out in the mall, we went to taco bell where i was gonna be picked up, and we saw ate jan, judith, jd and je-an's mom near the escalator. i was already in the escalator when we saw them so i tried to go back up coz they were still there, and the escalator was going down, but i couln't go back up to them, so i just went down and then went back up through the other escalator. i was so tired after that, and when i got back up, they were laughing at me!! i was panicking, and they were.. laughing. gee, thanks. haha, but it's okay. :p so after talking to them and stuff, we went to taco bell and waited for my ride home. so when it arrived, i went home. duh. i am obviously out of things to say, judging by my lack of enthusiasm. haha..ha..ha.. i didn't wanna go home yet.. but i had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday, today: I AM SICK.&lt;/strong&gt; darnitt.. i have a serious cold with tonsilitis and i'm gonna get asthma if this gets worse. argh! i can't even swallow! well.. i can, but it really hurts.. so anyway, we had training today. it was only up to 12 today coz it's ate naths' birthday!! yay!! &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATE NATHS!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt; so after training, we went to Prince David and went up to the pool to prepare for the party. but i had to leave super early (the party hadn't even started yet when i left) coz i went to robinsons with my sister and 2 cousins.. we went shopping again!! yay! i bought lotsa cheap stuff. haha.. :) then we went to frio mixx and ate there and then went home.. so now i'm here.. online.. duh. okay, that's it. baboo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111625237522956422?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111625237522956422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111625237522956422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111625237522956422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111625237522956422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/thursday-to-monday-haba_16.html' title='thursday to monday.. haba!!'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111581993680431752</id><published>2005-05-11T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T06:58:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday to wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday: &lt;/strong&gt;training in the 2nd floor caf today.. argh! sizzling hot as usual, but it was more bearable than our first few trainings coz we didn't train on the stage this time, we stayed down instead. (on the white floor.. if you're not from mc and you don't know what i'm saying, sorry ka. :D haha) it's less slippery and hot, but it still is. well at least now we have more fans and we can open the windows, but it would be so much better and more convenient if we stayed in the sportscom instead. oh well, ate naths is the boss. :p hehe. the jogging was torture!! nyaah!! after jogging a few rounds, we "galloped" (got this from &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt;.. haha) to the left then to the right then we hopped on one foot, and then the other, and then 2 rounds of running as fast as we can.. i wasn't actually able to do the 2nd round of running coz my legs hurt soo bad. my right sprain was throbbing like mad, and my left "internal bleeding" thingy felt worse, too. goodness gracious!! whooh! okay, so the rest of the training was pretty much fine.. we just did our dances then had our lunch break then had cheering in the afternoon.. then after training, we had another sleepover!! yay :D this time, we had it in je-an's house.. je-an's house is &lt;strong&gt;da bahmm!!&lt;/strong&gt; they never seem to run out of food, and lotsa other stuff. whoopee. :D so besides pigging around, we did other stuff too. we stayed in the music room and picked movies to watch. first we watched &lt;em&gt;Charlie's Angels&lt;/em&gt; then &lt;em&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding. &lt;/em&gt;rashmi and je-an cried, and when berns saw rashmi crying, she started crying too.. as for me, i just laughed at them. haha :) well, it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; funny.. so after their "crying session", we were called for dinner. it was delicious! yumyum.. *slurp* we had rice, fish, spam, shrimp, and chicken.. oooh.. so much food, so little time. haha.. then after dinner, we went back to the music room to continue our "movie marathon" and watched &lt;em&gt;Miss Congeniality I&lt;/em&gt;.. rashmi was the only one who was able to finish it coz we all fell asleep. then in the morning, i was the last one to wake up and they said they've been trying to wake me up for such a long time. haha, sorry but it's kinda impossible to wake me up unless you know how, which i think they now do. darnit. anyway, our supah adventure continued... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday: &lt;/strong&gt;je-an had lessons in the music room, so went up to her room and fooled around and stuff. then after a while, we decided to start taking a bath. i was first, so while i was taking a bath, they stayed in je-an's room. when i got out of the bathroom, they said that they weren't gonna take a bath yet coz they suddenly remembered that we were supposed to play with the hose in the garden and wet each other up. so since it was too late for me to do anything about it, i just watched them play &lt;em&gt;"basa-basaan"&lt;/em&gt; and i was left in the den doing nothing else but eat oreo o's (well eating oreo o's was good, really. haha). but aside from that, i didn't do anything else.:(  but it was okay, i didn't wanna get wet anyway.. haha, KJ!! this was a KJ day, coz all of us had moments in which we became KJs during the sleepover. wow. :p so they took a bath afterwards and then after such a long time, we finally ate lunch. yay :) we had adobo, rice and softdrinks. we shared plates coz there were only 2, and there were 4 of us, so je-an and i shared a plate, and rashmi and berns shared the other. after lunch, we started to get ready for gym, so we packed, dressed up and fixed ourselves. then we reached mcdo at around 3:15 and ate bubbles (believe it or not..). haha, that was fun! :D everyone was looking at us like we were some weirdos (which, i admit, we are) coz we looked like we were eating soap, but those bubbles are actually edible. they were orange-flavored. oooh.. then after some time, erika arrived and so we went to club gymnastica.. gym was okay, but my legs got super painful coz both my ankles are sprained, and my left leg has this "internal bleeding" thingy with a huge bump in the middle. yaak! so i ended up cooling down earlier than the others, so i just waited for them to finish then we stayed in the cafeteria and ate there while waiting for rashmi's transpo to bring us to mcdo. then we waited for our fetchers there and went home. yippee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday, today: &lt;/strong&gt;training in the 2nd floor caf in mc again. the jogging today was sooo much harder than the last coz we didn't just jog around the whole 2nd floor caf, but we did &lt;em&gt;brush grand jete&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;tour jete&lt;/em&gt; (both left and right) so that's like 10 times harder and more tiring than jogging, plus, the 2nd floor caf is huge, and we had to go around it while doing the jetes! my gaaahd!! then ate naths choreographed a cute new cheering piece, and we reviewed our other dances. then we had our lunch break and had pictorials in the afternoon. that part was okay, except for the part where we had our pictorials outside and we had to walk to different places. we reached the mini forest, for crying out loud!! that was a long walk. and to make things even worse, it was super hot! it was like the sun was on drugs or something, coz it was unusually blazing hot, and the sun was shining like crazy.. plus, we looked stupid coz we had to walk on the streets while wearing our extraordinarily colorful costumes, so we looked like clowns.. haha :p i don't think those pictures will look too good coz we were all so sweaty, so i think the pictures will come out all shiny and stuff, because of the sweat. haha :p.. after the pictorials&lt;strong&gt;, BERNS, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RASHMI&lt;/span&gt;, JE-AN&lt;/strong&gt; and i went to &lt;em&gt;ice monster&lt;/em&gt; while wearing our crazy colorful outfits, so we looked really stupid, but it was okay coz we really intended to look stupid just for the fun of it. nyahaha.. then we stayed in the &lt;em&gt;Jamaican Patties&lt;/em&gt; shop coz it was too cold in ice monster. well, we were still in the same place coz it was right beside ice monster and the only thing dividing the 2 stores was a see-through sliding glass door, so we left our stuff there in ice monster while staying in the other store. then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and je-an went home, and &lt;strong&gt;BERNS &lt;/strong&gt;and i got a trike and went to shoppersville and bought some food, then we went to her house and i just stayed there for a while then went to Xavierville to watch the sportsfest coz my cousins were in it. they were already winning when bad luck came and it started to rain so the match was cancelled and they were scheduled to have another one tomorrow. they were 9 points up! but now they have to start all over again and have a re-match because of the rain. geez. such bad timing. so i, along with my cousins, brother and sister just stayed there a bit longer and then finally went home. yess, rest at last. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;**chill**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111581993680431752?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111581993680431752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111581993680431752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111581993680431752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111581993680431752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/monday-to-wednesday_11.html' title='monday to wednesday'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111548128259923571</id><published>2005-05-07T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T08:54:42.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday and saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;: today was pretty much boring. ate naths just choreographed a dance for steamy nights. i hated it coz it had belly dancing and ballet which, believe me, are just not my "thing". i suck at stuff like that. argh! so after that we started reviewing the other dances, even the ones we haven't even choreographed, just to *ahem* hear the music. hehe. then we had our usual lunch break inside the school and we ate there, too. then we had cheering in the afternoon. we had mini "pyramids" again, and it wasn't so bad. then it was time to go to the dance idol awarding ceremony thingy in fbr at 4:00. it wasn't really a "ceremony".. it was more like a meeting. a particularly boring one, actually. hehe. no offense meant. i find all meetings boring. ;) haha. when we arrived they just gave us a form to fill up, so while &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i filled the forms out, &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;cams&lt;/strong&gt; ate the food on the table. we were sitting on the dining table itself, so we were kinda blocking the people. haha. after that, the incredibly boring meeting began. it was about the Dance Idol 2006. they talked about all their plans and whatever. then we had the awarding of the checks (this part was ok. haha. moneyyy!!!) and pictorials. i liked that part. hehe. then after that, it was time to go home. all 4 of us decided to surprise ate naths by hiding behind a big post outside the office, and so we waited for ate naths to pass by. we thought she was gonna pass the left side so we all shouted boo! to the left, but it turned out that she was on the right. so much for trying to scare her. haha. :) but that was hilarious. it would seem so much funnier if you were there yourself, but only the 5 of us know how stupid we all looked. haha :p then we went to mcdo where we just talked about pep and the members, and "S". i can't tell you what it is, sorry. nyahaha. then we bought dinner and ate them at &lt;strong&gt;BERNICE'S&lt;/strong&gt; house, and we just talked, watched tv, ate, fooled around, and took lotsa pics. yes, we are vain. they are the ones who introduced me to the world of vanity. haha :) so after that, we went home one by one and left &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; all alone... aww :( haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;: today we had gym earlier than usual coz the coach said the gym will be free at that time.. so we arrived kinda late, but it was ok, we still made it. this session was not so productive coz most of us had injuries so we couldn't really do much; some also weren't able to come coz of the sudden change of schedule (well it wasn't so sudden, i mean i texted them last night) so some didn't arrange for transpo at that time and some were somewhere else; and most of all, ate naths wasn't there to pressure us which is the one thing which keeps us trying so hard to do our best. :) hehe. we made new friends today, though. we were in the gym together with some girls from ICA, and I, being the abnormally friendly person that I am (well, shameless is more appropriate.. hehe), talked to them and then the rest joined us and so we all became friends. yay :) then i realized that my leg seemed much more painful than before, so i showed it to coach fonzy and we all saw that it got much bigger! it's taking over my whole leg! nyaaahh!! so gross.. he said that i have to go get a doctor to see it coz it might be serious and it's beginning to poison my blood or something, and then it'll just get bigger and bigger, and so i have to stop training or else it'll get worse; but i don't wanna miss training! nooo! i can't! waaahh.. :( this is so sad.. but i'm not sure if i'm gonna go through with it coz i'm scared to miss training and then i'll have so much to catch up to, and then i won't be able to join the summer recital, and then i won't be able to improve and stuff. no, i can't miss training. hopefully if i just ignore it, it'll go away. but that seems to be pretty much impossible coz of the way it just seems to get bigger every freakin' day. ok, so enough about that darned bruise inhabiting my used-to-be perfectly "happy" leg. hmph. so after training &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i went to bernice's house and just fooled around and waited for our fetchers to come. we were all short of cash, so we just decided to walk from mcdo to &lt;strong&gt;BERNICE'S&lt;/strong&gt; house. it's not that far, actually, but it took us such a looong time to get there, plus we walked much farther than we were supposed to because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, being the "confident" person that she is (haha), claimed that she knew perfectly well how to get to bernice's house and offered to lead the way. so &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; and i decided to play along and let her lead the way even though we knew that she had no idea of how to get there. this is where the fun began. mwahaha!! sure we got super tired and hot afterwards, but the comedy was worth it. :p haha.. so when we entered the gate to xavierville, rash started to lead the way. there were 3 paths to choose from: one going straight, another going to the right, and the other going to the left. so we let her pick which one to go to, and she decided to take the left street. and so our long journey began. we walked, and walked, and walked some more until we reached.. a dead end. so, obviously we were on the wrong street so we walked back to the gate to pick another street to go to. ok so our efforts were pretty much useless, since we're back to where we came from, but it's ok. :) we didn't really notice how hot and tiring it was coz we were too busy seeing the hilarity of it all. we just kept on laughing whenever we reached a dead end, or when we reached another wrong gate. i guess this applies to everything and everyone. you won't really appreciate something unless you learn to see the humor behind it, or the positive side of the situation. wow, how enlightening. :D haha. so&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decided to take the right street this time, and so we just followed her, not telling her that we were just gonna go in a circle if she picked that street. the preferred way was to go straight ahead, but there was also a way if you went left but it's so much longer coz you still have to go around and go through more streets. so after going through what seemed like a hundred more streets, we finally reached &lt;strong&gt;BERNICE'S&lt;/strong&gt; house, and we found out that we were just in time to see teacher dan in stardance. whoopee!! he was our teacher in trumpets last summer, and he's a really great guy, so we decided to support him by watching him on the show. my gawd!! he's so good! woah meyn.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; teared up when he was in danger of being eliminated, and the suspense was killing us!! but when they announced his name which meant he was still on the show, we all jumped up and screamed. oh wow! that was a relief. i mean, we were all scared that he was gonna lose, but it was a good thing he didn't or else &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would have really cried her eyes out. nyahaha. so after some time, it was finally time for us to go home. awww.. :( oh well, we're gonna see each other soon enough. *wink* ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;**chill**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111548128259923571?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111548128259923571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111548128259923571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111548128259923571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111548128259923571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/friday-and-saturday.html' title='friday and saturday'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111547895421372208</id><published>2005-05-07T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T08:15:54.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>today we had gym earlier than usual coz the coach said the gym will be free at that time.. so we arrived kinda late, but it was ok, we still made it. this session was not so productive coz most of us had injuries so we couldn't really do much; some also weren't able to come coz of the sudden change of schedule (well it wasn't so sudden, i mean i texted them last night) so some didn't arrange for transpo at that time and some were somewhere else; and most of all, ate naths wasn't there to pressure us which is the one thing which keeps us trying so hard to do our best. :) hehe. we made new friends today, though. we were in the gym together with some girls from ICA, and I, being the abnormally friendly person that I am (well, shameless is more appropriate.. hehe), talked to them and then the rest joined us and so we all became friends. yay :) then i realized that my leg seemed much more painful than before, so i showed it to coach fonzy and we all saw that it got much bigger! it's taking over my whole leg! nyaaahh!! so gross.. he said that i have to go get a doctor to see it coz it might be serious and it's beginning to poison my blood or something, and then it'll just get bigger and bigger, and so i have to stop training or else it'll get worse; but i don't wanna miss training! nooo! i can't! waaahh.. :( this is so sad.. but i'm not sure if i'm gonna go through with it coz i'm scared to miss training and then i'll have so much to catch up to, and then i won't be able to join the summer recital, and then i won't be able to improve and stuff. no, i can't miss training. hopefully if i just ignore it, it'll go away. but that seems to be pretty much impossible coz of the way it just seems to get bigger every freakin' day. ok, so enough about that darned bruise inhabiting my used-to-be perfectly "happy" leg. hmph. so after training &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rashmi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i went to &lt;strong&gt;bernice's &lt;/strong&gt;house and just fooled around and waited for our fetchers to come. we were all short of cash, so we just decided to walk from mcdo to &lt;strong&gt;bernice's &lt;/strong&gt;house. it's not that far, actually, but it took us such a looong time to get there, plus we walked much farther than we were supposed to because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rashmi, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;being the "confident" person that she is (haha), claimed that she knew perfectly well how to get to &lt;strong&gt;bernice's &lt;/strong&gt;house and offered to lead the way. so &lt;strong&gt;berns &lt;/strong&gt;and i decided to play along and let her lead the way even though we knew that she had no idea of how to get there. this is where the fun began. mwahaha!! sure we got super tired and hot afterwards, but the comedy was worth it. :p haha.. so when we entered the gate to xavierville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; rash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;started to lead the way. there were 3 paths to choose from: one going straight, another going to the right, and the other going to the left. so we let her pick which one to go to, and she decided to take the left street. and so our long journey began. we walked, and walked, and walked some more until we reached.. &lt;strong&gt;a dead end. &lt;/strong&gt;so, obviously we were on the wrong street so we walked back to the gate to pick another street to go to. ok so our efforts were pretty much useless, since we're back to where we came from, but it's ok. :) we didn't really notice how hot and tiring it was coz we were too busy seeing the hilarity of it all. we just kept on laughing whenever we reached a dead end, or when we reached another wrong gate. i guess this applies to everything and everyone. you won't really appreciate something unless you learn to see the humor behind it, or the positive side of the situation. wow, how enlightening. :D haha. so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rash &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;decided to take the right street this time, and so we just followed her, not telling her that we were just gonna go in a circle if she picked that street. the preferred way was to go straight ahead, but there was also a way if you went left but it's so much longer coz you still have to go around and go through more streets. so after going through what seemed like a hundred more streets, we finally reached &lt;strong&gt;bernice's &lt;/strong&gt;house, and we found out that we were just in time to see teacher dan in stardance. whoopee!! he was our teacher in trumpets last summer, and he's a really great guy, so we decided to support him by watching him on the show. my gawd!! he's so good! woah meyn.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rashmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; teared up when he was in danger of being eliminated, and the suspense was killing us!! but when they announced his name which meant he was still on the show, we all jumped up and screamed. oh wow! that was a relief. i mean, we were all scared that he was gonna lose, but it was a good thing he didn't or else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rashmi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;would have really cried her eyes out. nyahaha. so after some time, it was finally time for us to go home. awww.. :( oh well, we're gonna see each other soon enough. *wink* ehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**chill**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111547895421372208?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111547895421372208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111547895421372208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111547895421372208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111547895421372208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111530790085652021</id><published>2005-05-05T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T08:45:00.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sugahboogah!!</title><content type='html'>today's &lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt; so that means we have gym! yay :) &lt;br /&gt;so i told &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday that i'd surprise her again by going to her house before heading for mcdo today (okay, so that wouldn't really be a surprise now, would it? haha), but i wasn't able to coz i couln't leave the house early. so mau called me and said that she and &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; were already in mcdo, so i hurried up and took a bath. then on my way there, i texted mau saying i was near already when she said that she and&lt;strong&gt; BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; were in jollibee, but i was already in mcdo when i got her message so i had to walk there. talk about bad timing. :p hehe. so when i got there, they were already eating and then i realized that mau was eating something unusual for lunch: rice and gravy! what the..? she said that she already ate lunch in red ribbon, but she craved for rice all of a sudden so she decided that she was gonna order it with gravy to at least add some flavor to it. haha, mau comes up with really weird things sometimes, and i find it amusing trying to find out the next thing she's gonna come up with. :D so after a few minutes, we were just talking as usual when we saw ina pass by our window and we knocked on the glass while shouting, trying to get her attention but obviously, she couldn't hear us. we are so stupid. :p haha. so after a few more minutes, we got bored in jollibee so we went to mcdo where we were gonna meet the other members. i dunno why but mcdo seems so much homier than jollibee. so anyhoo, on our way to mcdo we saw the fishball vendor who we last bought from! woohee :D so &lt;strong&gt;BERNS &lt;/strong&gt;and i, not being able to resist the temptation, bought 10 each. well it's only 50 cents a piece and in school it's 10 pesos for 5 pieces so we're just grabbing the opportunity of buying super cheap food so we bought lots to make the most out of it. is that so bad? haha. yes i know it's not really that sanitary but it's still yummy. hehe :) so we resumed walking to mcdo and we finished the fishballs along the way. when we got there, the other members already arrived so we sat down with them. then &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; and i suddenly craved for even more fishballs so we went out to look for the guy selling them and ended up buying 10 more fishballs, but this time from a woman. then i finished mine after some time and waited for &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; to finish hers. then mau went to us and said that the transpo was already there (which, by the way, was mita's) so we hurried to the car and &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; finished her fishballs in the car where the others were watching a movie. &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; and i weren't able to watch it coz we were sitting at the front seat and the monitor was at the back of the driver's seat so we couldn't see it. but it's ok. :) haha. so just when we started moving, i suddenly felt like someone was missing so i checked if we were already complete by calling out some names and they told me if those people were already there or if they weren't gonna come with us. then suddenly it struck me: &lt;em&gt;rashmi wasn't there. &lt;/em&gt;so i burst out: &lt;em&gt;"oh my gahd!! si rashmi!!!"&lt;/em&gt; then ina texted her saying that we already left and at first we thought she was mad, but it turned out she wasn't.. :p hehe, whew! so when we got there, we were still a bit early so we just watched the other people in the gym and waited for time to pass. then we just decided to start early coz we had nothing to do so we just started stretching in a free corner. then we started our corners in a hurry so the coach wouldn't see us coz we didn't want to go to the  runway where it was a lot hotter and longer and harder to jump in. hehehe. tsktsk, we are so evil. :p so when the coach saw us he said &lt;em&gt;naisahan nyo ko ha!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;lagot kayo sa saturday! &lt;/em&gt;oh nooo... waaah. oh well, life's sad. hehe. and then while we were doing our corners, ate naths arrived which meant &lt;strong&gt;we are dead. &lt;/strong&gt;nyaaaah! but it's really a good thing that she's there coz it means that it's gonna be a productive day for us. and it really was. it was even better than last time! whoopee!! :D 4 new members were able to do backwalks: audrey, katre, mita and micah! yay, congratulations!! :D and some of them were also able to do frontwalks but i wasn't really paying attention so i don't know who they were. hehe, sorry :) then mau was able to do a backwalk again, at last!! yay :D and then rashmi and missy were able to do aerials at last!! yay :D then i was able to make my backtuck higher, too. hooray! :D oh, just for the sake of sharing, my bruise got a lot worse today. it's bigger and darker than ever! nyaah!! now it looks super gross. so they said it might be an internal bleeding or something. well, this is all because of my stupidity (again!). hehe. i accidentally kicked it while walking! yes i know it seems weird,  but i did. my right heel kicked my left shin again. argh! that really hurt. and when i told coach fonzy what happened, he, along with everyone else who heard what i told him, just laughed at my agony-causing stupidity. :p hehe. so after that, we cooled down and went to the canteen beside the gym. we stayed there for a while to wait for the transpo going to mcdo, and we just ate and talked, and all the other usual stuff we do. then when it came (rashmi's transpo), we were brought to mcdo where we ate and stayed in (as always). then after a short while, my dad arrived and we picked up my brother, sister and cousins near shakeys. then at last, we went home. this day was tiring, but i still loved it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111530790085652021?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111530790085652021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111530790085652021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111530790085652021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111530790085652021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/sugahboogah.html' title='sugahboogah!!'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111523093437133586</id><published>2005-05-05T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:22:14.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday to wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;monday:&lt;/strong&gt; we had our training in capitol instead of mc coz it was a holiday, so school was closed. i don't really like training there coz it's super hot and slippery! nyargh! but it was more bearable than the last time we trained there, thanks to the 2 extra fans. mayghad! so we finished the dance we're gonna perform on may 22 for FILA. i like that dance coz there are no hard stunts to do (well, for me that is). i also like it coz it's not that tiring, and the dance is cute too. :) haha. we also did "pyramids".. yes, the quotation marks are meant to be there coz we only did "mini pyramids" which didn't really come close to real pyramids, but ate naths said that she just wanted the new members to have a "taste" of what it feels like to lift and be lifted. (you have to be able to do both). it was more like "sniffing" if you ask me, coz i don't think the real pyramids are that simple. but it was productive anyways, so it's all good. :) it was basically ok, but we kept on falling coz they aren't used to it yet, but that's fine. i mean, we were all like that before, and we got the hang of it after some time, so it should be like that for them as well, and they're really putting effort into trying to improve and i must say that it is working quite well.  so i'm really happy and proud that so much progress has been made over the past few weeks. :) so moving on..  after training we stayed in je-an's house to have a pep viewing. it's a tradition for us to watch different cheering and dance competitions together to get motivated and stuff. it's really fun, specially when it's in je-an's house. :) haha. i love it there. then after a while, the new members left and we (the old members) were the only ones there. geez, what's the point of having a pep viewing if the new members aren't even there? i mean, the whole point of this tradition is to show the new members the different competitions we join in and the performances, and we also show them different routines from teams in other countries so we get inspired. but that pep viewing wasn't entirely a waste of time, if you consider the finer points of it coz they were still able to watch most of it. that is, &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; they were watching. coz we all kept on talking and i'm not even sure if all of us paid attention to it. anyway, we just stayed there and watched the obstIcle games we played during our previous stay in je-an's house. it was hilarious! :D hehehe. i didn't realize we were being so silly when that was being taped and when i watched it, it was like i couldn't even remember doing those stuff. hehe. that was a "bonding moment" for us because we got to really talk and connect with each other. yes naman! haha.  we were actually supposed to have a sleepover there, but owing to some *ahem* circumstances, it didn't push through. but it's ok, we might have it next week ;) yay! so while in je-an's house we talked about lotsa things- about pep and stuff. i love bonding moments like that. it really helps us become a great&lt;strong&gt; team&lt;/strong&gt;, and we get to see ourselves as a &lt;strong&gt;group&lt;/strong&gt; and not just as individuals. mayghad, i miss pep already coz of this entry and we just had training a few hours ago! haha.. and we're still gonna see each other tomorrow morning too. it just goes to show that when you enjoy the company of some people, you really can't help but miss them. aww. tear.. haha. so after that, we just waited for our fetchers to come, and when they did, duh we went home. watchuteenk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday: &lt;/strong&gt;as usual: GYM!! yay :) gym makes my day happy. hehe, labo. this gym was da bahm!! it was the most productive day ever(i guess that's coz ate naths was there to pressure us. hehe). first, audrey and katre were able to do backwalks (CONGRATULATIONSSS!! :) haha) and then rashmi did an aerial (whoopee!! :D) and my darling hunnybunch sweetiepie sugar tart lemon drop strawberry vanilla mochaccino triple choco-caramel layered upside-down cake with cherry on top coated with fudge syrup husband &lt;strong&gt;BERNS &lt;/strong&gt;(she specifically requested for her name to be written bold in all caps. haha) was able to do a roundoff-backhandspring! hooray!! her arms actually bended a bit and the coach was still spotting her a teeny-tiny bit, but it was still a roundoff-backhandspring and it was a super light spot so that's like no spot at all, so that's still the same. congratulations my darling hunnybunch! :D haha. so coach made us do &lt;em&gt;skin the cat&lt;/em&gt; on the high bar to practice our backtucks which really drained all the energy out of us, but we were still able to survive the rest of the day without passing out. haha.. my hatest part was when we used the trampoline. i'm &lt;strong&gt;terrified&lt;/strong&gt; of heights coz i have a phobia and i'm already super traumatized coz of the countless times i have been injured because of the darned trampoline! nyargh! so it's like torture for me to be there, and to make things even worse, my great dear old trusty friends forced me to be the first to use it! nyaaah!! don't worry, karma is on its way. bwahaha!! but excluding the trampoline part, i must say that gym that day was one of the best ones we've ever had. i hate to admit it, but ate naths should be there all the time so that we would all take things seriously and become pressured and yelled at so much that we would have no choice but to do everything, coz believe me, it really works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday: &lt;/strong&gt;training in mc.. it was our first time to train the whole day (from 8am to 3pm), but it was still fun. it was my 2nd time to be late ever, so i was really pissed at first. but as the day went on, things got really exciting. we did super long corners in the entire 2nd floor caf! mayghad! that was super exhausting! we did the excercises from one corner of the 2nd floor caf to the other &lt;strong&gt;without stopping!&lt;/strong&gt; nyaaah!! but it was ok, we survived. hehe. then after the super long corners, we reviewed our dances for the recital (this was tiring too). then we had our lunch break at around 12:00-1:00, so we bought food inside the school and ate them under the big umbrellas near the spiral staircase. so we just talked and talked while we ate, and since missy and pat were finally back, their corny-but-nevertheless-amusing jokes were back as well, and we just fooled around just like we always used to. :) then we got mats from the storage and carried them all the way to the 2nd floor caf. woah, struggle! it was really hard coz we kept on bumping into lotsa things (including people) but it was still fun even though we fell a lot. :p haha. then when we got to the 2nd floor caf, we played the sliding game with the mats, and ate naths even encouraged us to play, which came as a shock to us coz normally she would have yelled at us for being so rowdy. but she said that we still had a lot of time left so we just fooled around. then she gave us a few minutes to sleep on the mats (which was a first) but none of us did coz we just talked and listened to each other's corny jokes. :) haha. then kuya kyx finally arrived, so it was back to training. so the group was divided: the new members had stunts with ate naths and the old members had breakdancing with kuya kyx. breakdancing was fun but super exhausting as usual, and we learned lotsa new combinations. our wrists and arms really hurt all the time coz of all the hollowbacks and freezes and other stuff we do in breakdancing, but it's all worth it coz we get to experience new stuff everytime, and we learn to do lotsa cool new stunts. :) so after training, &lt;strong&gt;BERNS, &lt;/strong&gt;je-an, diane and i went to mcdo as usual to hang out. we didn't actually buy anything except for je-an who bought nuggets, but we still stayed there anyways. hehe. then when je-an and diane left, &lt;strong&gt;BERNS&lt;/strong&gt; and i went to seattles best to meet my dad, and on our way there we saw a fishball vendor, and upon deciding that we wanted fishballs, we asked the vendor how much they were worth. he said &lt;em&gt;singkwenta&lt;/em&gt; (not sure about the spelling), and so after asking berns what that meant (that's fifty, by the way), we just proceeded walking towards seattles disbelieving of what we heard, thinking that he meant 50 pesos per stick. yes, i know it was stupid of us. :p then it suddenly struck us that it was a bit impossible for fishballs to be that expensive, so we went back to ask him one more time in case we just heard him wrong. but again, he said &lt;em&gt;singkwenta&lt;/em&gt; then we asked "cents?" and he nodded, so it was then that we realized it was 50 cents per fishball. yes, we solved the problem at last. :) nyahaha. so we each bought 10 fishballs and proceeded to seattles. but when we finished eating we realized that we wanted some more, so we just put our bags beside the table where my dad was having his meeting and i asked for some money, but he gave me 100 so we went to 7-11 to buy something so that we would have change. so we went to where we last saw the vendor, and to our dismay, he was gone! nooooo!! so went around (looking stupid) to look for the lost vendor but unluckily, we didn't. :( aww. so we went to red ribbon and bought pastillas instead. haha, labo. from fishballs to pastillas-find the connection. :p so after that, we went back to seattles best where kuya and my dad were waiting for us, and so we dropped&lt;strong&gt; BERNS &lt;/strong&gt;off to her house and went home at last. it has been a long day, and i was so glad to be back home, but little did i know that there were more adventures to come. haha. so when we got home, my family decided to eat out and so we did. argh, so i didn't get to rest yet, but it's ok. we intended to eat in &lt;em&gt;the old spaghetti house &lt;/em&gt;so we went inside the restaurant found beside the sign and then sat down. but as we were looking at the menu, my sister noticed that the menu said &lt;em&gt;grilla&lt;/em&gt;, not&lt;em&gt; the old spaghetti house&lt;/em&gt; so we asked a waitress why it was like that and it turned out that we were in the wrong restaurant! nyaak! blooper#1.. then we finally got to the right restaurant and ordered some food, and while waiting we just talked and talked.. and talked some more.. then my mom said "dapat ung mga tables natin sa breakfast nook ganito, hindi rectangle, ung long square.. nyeek!! blooper#2. then my dad said "mas maganda itong isa kong phone kasi may internet, may e-mail chaka may address. nyii!! blooper#3. then my brother also had a blooper, but i can't remember, so i can't write it here. darn.. but that was blooper#4. there were more bloopers actually, but as usual, i can't remember. hehe. please forgive this incurable  mental illness i have. it's genetic, so it's not my fault. hehe, just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111523093437133586?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111523093437133586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111523093437133586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111523093437133586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111523093437133586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/monday-to-wednesday.html' title='monday to wednesday'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111496579649779167</id><published>2005-05-01T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T09:43:16.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flores de mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;today's sunday so that means.. &lt;strong&gt;NO TRAINING!!&lt;/strong&gt; oh yea, rest at last!! nyahaha.. but today also happens to be the 1st of may so we celebrated flores de mayo with all my relatives (jimenez side), and may 1 also happens to be my grandmother's death anniversary. this year was special though, because it's her 25th year. so we had this huge celebration and stuff. but before that, we went to the &lt;em&gt;loyola memorial park &lt;/em&gt;in the morning, too early in the morning actually!! can't remember what time though, but i do remember feeling super groggy and sleepy that they had to wake me up over and over again just to make me take a bath and get ready. it took a long time, but i was finally able to open my eyes wide enough to see that they were all already dressed, and so i really had to rush. and then when we were all ready (finally), we got in the van and were all set to go, but suddenly the van didn't wanna start! so &lt;em&gt;kuya&lt;/em&gt; had to look at the engine and stuff, which took a &lt;strong&gt;long &lt;/strong&gt;time i might add. then he finally gave up, so we decided to use another car instead. then after a few minutes, my mom suddenly told &lt;em&gt;kuya&lt;/em&gt; to stop the car and head back home. we were all wondering why, but seeing the look in my mom's face, we all knew the reason why: &lt;strong&gt;nature was calling.&lt;/strong&gt; so we went back home for my dear mother to relieve herself (i fell asleep in the living room couch waiting for her) and then after what seemed like days, she finally finished answering nature's ever-so-powerful call. and then &lt;em&gt;kuya&lt;/em&gt; decided that he would just fix the van engine first, since we were back in the house anyways, and so he did. it took long, but not as long as my mother's "business trip". but after some time, he gave up again and so it was a unanimous decision to quit trying to fix the van and just use the car instead. so we were &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; late for the thing we were gonna go to in loyola, and our relatives were already calling us, telling us to hurry up or else they'd start without us. then we realized we really wasted so much time, and i got really pissed off coz i should have just been sleeping the whole time. hargh! bad trip.. so using the car we went to loyola, this time with no more delays. and when we got there, they already started. it's ok, i don't really mind. hehe. so after loyola, we went to alabang to celebrate the flores de mayo. the party wasn't gonna start till 4:00, but we were already there by 11:00 coz we still had to decorate the place and prepare all the food and stuff. i found this part fun :) haha. and then we had this huge yummy lunch and then went back to work after eating. then after a few more hours we had this super delicious merienda which seemed to preoccupy us too much that we didn't go back to work afterwards. nyahaha.. and then the other guests started arriving and the party finally began.. we had a mass at the beginning of the celebration (the priest was my &lt;em&gt;tito&lt;/em&gt; by the way) and i had to do the second reading which really pissed me off coz i don't really like reading during masses but they still make me read all the time. bummer. then i also had to handle the basket where you put your money offering and stuff. this was amusing though, because i was surprised that most of my titos and titas put 100 peso bills and some even put 500 pesos in it, then a few put 50 and 20 peso bills. maygahd i found it really tempting to get some money from the basket, but needless to say i obviously didn't or else i'd be bursting with guilt right now. the money that was offered were given to the children's choir that my tita hired for the mass. well if i knew there'd be money involved, i would have been happy to volunteer myself as one of the choir members. hehehe. greed is intoxicating specially when you know there is a lot of money involved. :p but kidding aside, it felt good to give the money to those children coz i later found out that they were orphans, so it's all good. :D then after the mass we had this slide show dedicated to my &lt;em&gt;lola&lt;/em&gt; and then after that we had dinner. &lt;strong&gt;yummy &lt;/strong&gt;dinner. :) haha. envy me. so after that scrumptious dinner we all just let the time pass by chatting with our other cousins and whatever other stuff. this took a &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt;  time coz all my relatives are super talkative and noisy and &lt;em&gt;makulit &lt;/em&gt;and stuff (you can easily tell that i belong to this family). and so after a &lt;strong&gt;long long &lt;/strong&gt;time of talking and stuff, we all went home. yay.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111496579649779167?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111496579649779167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111496579649779167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111496579649779167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111496579649779167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/05/flores-de-mayo.html' title='flores de mayo'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12332999.post-111488109701918175</id><published>2005-04-30T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T10:11:37.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first entry! yay! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;wow, this is the first entry i've made for this blog ever.. woohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;today's saturday so that only means one thing: GYM!!  yay.. :) gym was okay at first.. we started a bit early coz we arrived earlier than we were supposed to, so we just played around a bit and then decided to start warming up while we were still hyper. nyahaha :) but i didn't really get to enjoy this gym session much, coz i got injured so many times!! nyaaagghh!! hate it.. in case you were wondering where i got these injuries and why, let me just say that my ever-so-obvious clumsiness and stupidity are to be blamed entirely. nyahaha. my right heel crashed into my left shin and resulted to a huge mountain-like bump with a gross purplish-greenish bruise in the middle. eeew. i didn't actually know that i had it at first, coz i thought it was just another bruise (during training, you get used to bruises after some time) so i went on with doing what we were supposed to, and just ignored the throbbing pain on my leg, but after a few more minutes of excruciating pain (i like to exaggerate but believe me, i am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; exaggerating this time), i decided to approach the coach and tell him about my leg. then when i lifted my jazz pants, we were all shocked to discover the huge bruised bump that i mentioned earlier. it was swelling before but now it's a lot bigger and grosser. it's swelling like crazy!! my gahd, my leg's huge now. ugh. and to make it even worse, i can't freakin walk! haaah!! i have to literally slide and hop to get to places. and then to add to my oh-so-painful leg, my head hurts too!! nyaah.. what is up with this day? my head hit my right knee just as the right leg hit my shin. so it's like a two-in-one injury. oh gawd. and then after that, my husband &lt;strong&gt;bernice&lt;/strong&gt; kicked my jaw sideways while i was spotting her, so it locked! nyak! it didn't really hurt much, but it felt weird. my jaw got stuck in the wrong position (it was too far right) and so i seeked help from one of the coaches again. and guess what.. he just laughed at me. what the..? so i glared at him, trying to convince him that i wasn't kidding. (this is what happens when you kid around too much. nobody believes you anymore when you're finally serious) so after some time he decided to help me with my distorted jaw at last and then told me to open my mouth, which i couldn't coz it seemed to be glued shut, so he got an insect and put it in my hand to make me scream, and it worked actually, i did scream and so i was able to open my mouth a bit. and then after a few minutes of trying to move my jaw, i was finally able to, and it went back to normal thank God. i thought i was gonna have to be like that forever. it looked so weird. so there, i got 3 injuries in one day.  this really sucks. oh well.. if this is one of the consequences to be payed for being part of the squad, i would gladly face all of them coz absolutely &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; can compare to the happiness dancing gives me. but it's not just that. the most important of all is the fact that i've met so many friends.. most of the greatest friends i have, actually, are those i've met within the squad. and i'm really grateful for having met them. i don't think, well actually im sure that my whole high school life would have been so different if i was in a different club, and i can't imagine life without my pep friends. i mean, i am what i am right now because of them, and i'm loving it. i love my pep friends. so if getting bruises, broken bones, sprains, you name it, will make me even consider quitting the squad, you are so &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; can make me quit pep &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;, even if it means getting hurt all the time, i don't care. you're gonna have to kill me first before you make me give up pep. coz as long as i have my friends with me, i'm alright. i'm great. and i'm loving it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12332999-111488109701918175?l=happybutcrappy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/feeds/111488109701918175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12332999&amp;postID=111488109701918175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111488109701918175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12332999/posts/default/111488109701918175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happybutcrappy.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-entry-yay-d.html' title='first entry! yay! :D'/><author><name>crissykiti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00410893677307843115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
