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	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1107304683 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Calibri; 	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-unhide:no; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault 	{mso-style-type:export-only; 	mso-default-props:yes; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;   It’s been a while now since I’ve last updated this blog, and for once, I have experience many wonderful things. This has something to do with me joining The Mentors’ Journal (the official student publication of the College of Education in BulSU) as a layout artist.    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just when I was about to give up joining clubs/organizations (or so I thought), the gift (wattaword) of writing and creativity (if I have one) urged me to fill up the application form given by some students (mentors’ staff) to me and my classmates. I gave a long hard look at the blank sheet of paper. As if I’m waiting for the paper to slap me and tell me: sign me up already! But of course, being the lazy person as I am, it took me a week to sign the damn application form. Actually, I was thinking if I should join the publication, although I really wanted to at that time. The thing is that I was busy constructing the constitution and bylaws of the Association of Computer Major Students (ACoMaS) being the officer and all. I did not want to join the publication just because I wanted to. I did not want to see myself quitting halfway because of so many things to do. I sought advice to my mom, my friends and to Him. The truth is, I felt like I was half-hearted joining the publication. It was a commitment, I ought to give my best and prove to myself that I am up for the challenge. Doing something I’ve always wanted to do, and challenging myself is a fulfilling experience. Can you believe that I have made up my mind to join the publication at the most unlikeliest place? I was eating a burger and sitting at a bench somewhere in our campus, alone and thinking. It was one of those times that I gave myself the pleasure to contemplate things that has a “pending tag” in my mind. And as if He was giving me a sign, I kept thinking about the unfilled application form when all of the sudden, my hand opened my bag and reached for it. Up to this time, I still cannot explain it. As if I was being controlled by a puppeteer, right then and there I filled it up, and maybe, just maybe, it was His way of telling me, “fill up the form already!”    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And at the span of just one week, I went from being half-hearted to whole-heartedly accepting every task that was given to me. Although being a part of a student publication is hard (I believe the right word for it is challenging), it was one of those few decisions that I will never regret making. There was not a single word to describe my experience as a student journalist. It was so very fulfilling that I cannot bear to abandon it.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-7893467636737101078?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/nyNeduZD7d4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7893467636737101078/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=7893467636737101078" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/7893467636737101078?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/7893467636737101078?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/nyNeduZD7d4/mentors-jounal-entry.html" title="The Mentors&amp;#39; Jounal Entry" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/09/mentors-jounal-entry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGQH0-cCp7ImA9WxdaEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-8800795635317694633</id><published>2008-08-19T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:58:41.358+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-19T09:58:41.358+08:00</app:edited><title>Sluggish Week</title><content type="html">  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life’s been one hell of a ruckus for me. There’s a long list of overdue blog designs and projects, pending assignments, and ideas waiting to be written by this unorganized person, me. I’ve been quite forgetful lately, if not, lazy. My main reason is so much to do, so little time. But the fact is, I’ve been procrastinating and making up silly excuses just for the sake of procrastination. Oh boy, I seriously need to get my acts together. My checklist of things to do is longer than my roll of tissue paper. And here I am, blabbing of nonsensical rants instead of actually doing something. Okay, I’ll move this lazy ass of mine and start whatever it is I need to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish me luck, and a whole lotta it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-8800795635317694633?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/JuwrID4iUM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8800795635317694633/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=8800795635317694633" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/8800795635317694633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/8800795635317694633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/JuwrID4iUM8/sluggish-week.html" title="Sluggish Week" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/08/sluggish-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DQH0zfyp7ImA9WxdVFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-1799089817805726481</id><published>2008-07-19T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:19:31.387+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-19T20:19:31.387+08:00</app:edited><title>Dear God,</title><content type="html"> Please heal my uncle. We need him as much as he needs us. God, he doesn't even have to need us. But he still does....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We love him more than he loves us. And I can't stand to see him suffering. To see blood in his bed, to see him stared blankly at me. To know that he doesn't recognize the ones who love him. To see his suffering, it breaks my heart. For goodness' sake, I cried in the hospital. You know me, I don't get emotional in public places, only on rare occasions. And as I'm talking to You right now, I'm trying to hold back the tears. I just wish there's something I could do. If only there's something I can do. But if there's something, please help me realize it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope he wakes up now, and when he does, I hope he gets better. Even if it's just a slow recovery, we'll wait. For as long as he recovers. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But for now, please, ease his suffering.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-1799089817805726481?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/ihiBy1tw5YM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1799089817805726481/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=1799089817805726481" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/1799089817805726481?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/1799089817805726481?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/ihiBy1tw5YM/dear-god.html" title="Dear God," /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-god.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCQHo9fyp7ImA9WxdVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-7582840151770420769</id><published>2008-07-14T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:32:41.467+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-14T21:32:41.467+08:00</app:edited><title>What is wrong with these losers?</title><content type="html">Some people will just go behind your back and stab it. I mean, what in the world is wrong with these people? Can’t they just like stab their own back and move on with their lives? They’re like “Oh good she’s facing the other way, better reach for my pen and stab her right away before she turn around.”  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where did the screws, nails, and light bulbs of these people go to? Don’t they have something better else to do than to make up some stupid lies that nobody will benefit from? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so tired of shitheads ruining my day. Why can’t they just all BURST away? Yeah right, burst away. Or better yet, obliterate from the face of this planet. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess nobody will care if I curse them or say bad things about them. But I simply will not. I don’t want to be as pathetic as them. Or twice as pathetic as them… that will be uhmmm pathetic. But what irritate me the most is how they try to control the situation. I don’t know, like claiming themselves as some godly saints sent from above? Maybe I should stop ranting now. Their faces are starting to haunt me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not a sight to see, that’s for sure.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-7582840151770420769?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/QorQwM1kbYA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7582840151770420769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=7582840151770420769" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/7582840151770420769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/7582840151770420769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/QorQwM1kbYA/what-is-wrong-with-these-losers.html" title="What is wrong with these losers?" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-wrong-with-these-losers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAHQnc6fCp7ImA9WxdQF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-4020566929081927133</id><published>2008-06-17T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:12:13.914+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-17T20:12:13.914+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="College Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness" /><title>First Quiz!</title><content type="html">Today, I got the highest score in our first exam. Everybody was impressed, including my professor. He even called me 100 miles! Hahaha! 100% geddit? geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my nerdy crush was also impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in high school all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my review buddies, ahem! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REVIEW&lt;/span&gt; buddies, &lt;strike&gt;Ebs&lt;/strike&gt; Edrandy, Liezel and Primo! Lurvs you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-4020566929081927133?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/tfiVeVlea8c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4020566929081927133/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=4020566929081927133" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/4020566929081927133?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/4020566929081927133?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/tfiVeVlea8c/first-quiz.html" title="First Quiz!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-quiz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4HQ3o8fCp7ImA9WxdQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-7476230113308850638</id><published>2008-06-16T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:45:32.474+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-16T21:45:32.474+08:00</app:edited><title>Indifference</title><content type="html">Hi I'm Vanessa, or Vessa for short. I'm a very jolly person. I'm happy, friendly and likes to tell jokes. I love it when people laugh at my jokes. It's like a big accomplishment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talkative, loud, outspoken, noisy. Whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I am unusually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;, I nod at you ten times in a row, yawn 3-5 times every time you say something. Keeps my eyes on the ground. I look like crap. I look as if I'm trying to balance the world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a clue. Buy one. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really meant was, shut the hell up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people can be so clueless to the point that they're stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-7476230113308850638?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/NM7F8gcBnH0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7476230113308850638/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=7476230113308850638" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/7476230113308850638?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/7476230113308850638?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/NM7F8gcBnH0/indifference.html" title="Indifference" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/06/indifference.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINR3w-eSp7ImA9WxdQEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-4709208696549045630</id><published>2008-06-11T08:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:36:36.251+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-11T08:36:36.251+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sadness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="College Life" /><title>Unexpected News &amp; Events</title><content type="html">Yesterday, I had the most unforgettable experience in my whole life. Well, maybe not the MOST unforgettable, but still… Anyway, I don’t know where to start. I’m just so overwhelmed with the whole experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early at 7am (first class started at 10am) to watch Mr. Bean Holiday on HBO with my mom. He was so darn funny! Especially when he listed all the possible last two digits of a phone number and called each of the numbers just to help a poor kid find his dad! Or or the time when he needed money and he performed on the street.  I really laughed so hard, with matching clapping of hands pa nga eh. I’m always like that when I’m really happy, as in REALLY happy, I clap my hands. I don’t know where I got that habit. Anyway, I was happy until I got a text message from my classmate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite professor last semester died. He died so young, I think he was just 20something. I still can’t believe it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para kelan lang nagpapasa pa ako ng project sa kanya.&lt;/span&gt; He was a happy person. Although I don’t know him that well, I strongly believe that he was a good and loving person. How could a nice person like him die so early? His untimely death makes me wonder why good people with ambitions are the ones dying so young. Why not the snatchers? Or the kidnappers? Why my professor? He was man that lived a decent life. He had so much knowledge to share, so much good things to contribute to our society. Death is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I started the first day of classes without a smile. Without the same energy that I always have. I was grieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before our last class started, I was faced with a decision that I have to make. Our class president along with other class’ “bright minds” gave me an obligation. It was a BIG one and a secret one as well. I was flattered that they trust my knowledge and skills, but I still have doubts in my mind. I can’t tell anybody about it now because it’s supposed to be a secret from the class, from the whole computer major (including the other year levels). And NO, it has nothing to do with blog designing, LOL! Kidding aside, I am still doubtful of my abilities. I just hope that I have a clear mind when I go to school this morning so I could make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so that’s how my first day of class started. It started with laughter, followed with grief, and ended with doubt. I sure had an unforgettable first day of classes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-4709208696549045630?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/QVAA1FtjGAM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4709208696549045630/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=4709208696549045630" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/4709208696549045630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/4709208696549045630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/QVAA1FtjGAM/unexpected-news-events.html" title="Unexpected News &amp; Events" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/06/unexpected-news-events.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYAQH4zfCp7ImA9WxdRGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-4806314054828858497</id><published>2008-06-09T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:22:21.084+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-09T10:22:21.084+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="College Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness" /><title>First Day Of Classes!</title><content type="html">I still can’t believe it. Tomorrow is the start of classes and I’m going to be a senior college student. It seems just like yesterday when I was freshman. I still remember that I was the only freshman who wore uniform on the first day of classes, everyone was wearing civilian. Next semester, I’m going to teach high school students for my practice teaching, it makes me a tad nervous. But I’ll survive, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! Tomorrow, I’m officially a senior! I wonder what things I’ll encounter this year. Maybe I’ll bump into Mr. Right… or maybe a cranky professor who can’t wait to give out 5.0 grades. And speaking of professors, I really wish that my professors this semester are good ones. Not the ones who do not teach at all and give out low grades! Hay! I still can’t believe that I’m graduating na! You know, it doesn’t seem real to me. Like I’m in a dream or something. Time really flies so fast. Then next year I’m going to apply for a job. And then I’m the one who’s going to pay all the bills and my dad can retire. Thinking of that makes me all happy inside. My dad really works hard just to provide for us, it’s about time that he retire and enjoy life and all. It makes me smile that one day, I’m going to work and provide for my family. I wonder if my dog is still around at that time. I mean we have him since I was in first year high school, and now, I’m already graduating in college! Oh! My dog is the black dog in the banner, his name is Benjie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I won’t be that show off freshman or that curious sophomore or even that always-cramming junior. Tomorrow I’ll be that responsible senior! Geez! I wish that time will just stop for moment. So that I could reflect on the past and also on the future. There are so many things to think about but so little time…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-4806314054828858497?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/LgTrV2RoHuk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4806314054828858497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=4806314054828858497" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/4806314054828858497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/4806314054828858497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/LgTrV2RoHuk/first-day-of-classes.html" title="First Day Of Classes!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-of-classes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUMQno9eSp7ImA9WxdRGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-3069482166704607239</id><published>2008-06-08T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:28:03.461+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-08T17:28:03.461+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog Stuff" /><title>New Blog Template</title><content type="html">I've been busy these past few days creating a new look for my blog. The last template didn't work too well on Internet Explorer. I think this template is more personalized and pretty than the last one. As you can see, the photographs in the banner were all taken by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a snapshot of the old template:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd202/msvessa/beforecopy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you like the new one? Me likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-3069482166704607239?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/OJqQuRtB2PE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3069482166704607239/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=3069482166704607239" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/3069482166704607239?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/3069482166704607239?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/OJqQuRtB2PE/new-blog-template.html" title="New Blog Template" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blog-template.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DRXs8fip7ImA9WxdRGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-3587114800699463098</id><published>2008-05-31T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:57:54.576+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-08T15:57:54.576+08:00</app:edited><title>Happy Vacation At Fontana!</title><content type="html">I just got back from my 2-day vacation and I love every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;We stayed at Fontana for 2 days! I don't know if my bad luck was working at that time, we arrived at a perfectly summer-y weather then boom! it started to rain! The timing couldn't be more perfect. Before we went to the water park, I predicted that it will definitely rain (even though the weather's perfect for swimming). And it actually rained! As a result, the water was so cold! We were all freezing at the lazy river, and I caught a cold pero mild lang naman. I kept laughing at myself because I kept sneezing and my cuzzins thought that I must be going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we rushed into the wave pool and enjoyed the big waves. I drank a lot of pool water, about one bottle! Really, I kept burping &lt;i&gt;pa nga eh&lt;/i&gt; (yucky!). Jumping up and down to the waves was so much fun, it's a good way to exercise also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii250/paperbackdesigns/collage/collage2copy.png" height="380" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Places we went to! I was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't bring the camera at the water park because nobody volunteered to watch the bags. I'm afraid it might get stolen. So even though I really wanted to bring the camera, I left it at the villa. :-( It's better to be cautious than to be sorry, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giant slide was being repaired so we couldn't use it. Kim (my cuzzin) was so disappointed, she was really looking forward to it. So we went to the Water Factory instead. I acted like a kid. I kept pushing the buttons and turning the vaults but nothing happened. So I complained, how come it's not working!!! Then after I turned one big vault, the water sprang in front of me, showering my face! &lt;i&gt;Buti sana kung hindi masakit, kaso ang lakas ng pressure!&lt;/i&gt; Kim laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught my cuzzin, Jonathan how to dive. He was so darn funny when he swim, he looked like he was drowning! I always had a good laugh every time I see him dive, &lt;i&gt;syempre 'di pa 'ko nakontento dun,&lt;/i&gt; I have to show everybody how he swim! &lt;i&gt;Pangit naman kung mag-isa lang akong tatawa, 'di ba? &lt;/i&gt;Share your blessings! Peace, Jonathan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii250/paperbackdesigns/collage/collagecopy.png" height="380" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Lots of happy memories!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Nayong Pilipino! Well, what can I say? The place was so historical. Full of Filipino cultures. Exploring nayong pilipino was like walking down our historical time line. Every place we visit reminded me of our Filipino culture. Like the old houses, the ethnic village, and even the replica of the Barasoain Church was there! It's so much alike... duh? &lt;i&gt;Kaya nga replica eh! Pero &lt;/i&gt;really, I think it was even more beautiful than the real one on the outside. &lt;i&gt;Siguro kasi, &lt;/i&gt;I live too close at the Barasoain Church &lt;i&gt;kaya medyo sawa na 'ko.&lt;/i&gt; Seriously, walking distance &lt;i&gt;lang&lt;/i&gt;. But all my life living so near the historical church, I still can't find the cat!!! Hahaha! Good point, &lt;i&gt;ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii250/paperbackdesigns/collage/barasoainchurchreplica.png" height="380" width="440"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Barasoain church replica. &lt;i&gt;Sosyal ito, may fountain, 'yung totoo wala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;We went shopping afterwards! I grabbed all the chocolates I laid my eyes on. My mom put it back to the shelves... I felt so poor, I didn't bring any money&lt;i&gt; kasi&lt;/i&gt;. Thinking to myself, my atm is here &lt;i&gt;naman&lt;/i&gt;, so why bring money? Then "the atm" kept telling me &lt;i&gt;'wag magtuturo.&lt;/i&gt; Huhuhu! After I insist that I should have 1 can of Pringles, 1 gigantic can of Picnic, lots of chocolates that will possibly trigger my migraine, 3 mugs, and 6 cans of vienna sausage (my fave raw food), she finally gave in. How did I pull it off? The sad face always succeed, oh and some persistent whining helps too, but be careful in whining, you might end up outside the store. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we went to Rason for some halo-halo! Ummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I just found out that new Pure Gold is going to be built next to our campus!!! I am on heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-3587114800699463098?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/-V2dkJmzOAo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3587114800699463098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=3587114800699463098" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/3587114800699463098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/3587114800699463098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/-V2dkJmzOAo/happy-vacation-at-fontana.html" title="Happy Vacation At Fontana!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii250/paperbackdesigns/collage/th_collage2copy.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-vacation-at-fontana.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8MQnY-eCp7ImA9WxdSEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-2406673869615191447</id><published>2008-05-20T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:34:43.850+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-20T10:34:43.850+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truly Annoying" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><title>Annoying Text Messages!</title><content type="html">The most annoying thing about text messages nowadays are group messages. Group messages that are irrelevant, annoying, just-wanna-say-hi type of text, annoying, you don't know what the heck is the message all about, annoying, and you're not even included in the group she/he is texting. And did I mention annoying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a high school friend back then, she's part of my peer and I USED to like her. She used to be so cool and so funny until she discovered the joys of group messaging. EVERYDAY, non-stop, she sent me group messages that I can't even relate to. I don't know why the heck she even included my name on her distribution list. I mean, HELLO? why include me in a distribution list and text me messages that I have no darn clue what it's all about?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your going to create a distribution list, try organizing it! Haven't she heard of creating categories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she has this one distribution list that contains ALL the people in her phonebook! Can you imagine a texter group messaging everybody on her phone book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got the chance to change my cellphone number, I did not tell her. But somehow, my peers broadcasted the news via group message, and she got hold of my new number. I am so damn PISSED OFF! The nightmare is back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so annoyed because she text me everyday, 10 times a day, with messages I don't have an idea what it's all about! You tell me that's not annoying! She texted her group mates once, and I received every single progress in their group's project. What irritated me is that: 1. I don't know who the heck her groupmates are, 2. I am not even attending any of her classes, 3. We don't have the same school (in college), and lastly, I have NOTHING to do with her school project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texted me (and possibly all the people in her distribution list) her heartbreaks, her best friend stabbing her on the back, the day she saw her crush, her favorite hang out, her vacation, all in a group message. Sure, that may sound sweet sharing it with a friend. But for crying out loud, try blogging about it instead of sharing it with EVERYONE on your phone book. Some of us have a life here woman! And reading every text you sent about your &lt;i&gt;colorful&lt;/i&gt; life isn't part of my plan on how to live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm waiting for an important text, and my cellphone beeps, of course I'll hurry to read it, thinking it's the important message I'm waiting for. And guess what? It's just her, texting me irrelevant facts about her. She is so goddamn self-centered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship is slowly deteriorating, at least on my side, because of her oh-so-annoying group messages. The stupid thing is that I can't even tell her to stop because I'm afraid I might offend her, knowing how she annoys me everyday. I don't know where to start, I mean, if I'm going to be the reason on why our friendship ended, I don't think my conscience can take it. Yes people, I do have a conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-2406673869615191447?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/MFBFl-7R9Tg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2406673869615191447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=2406673869615191447" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/2406673869615191447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/2406673869615191447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/MFBFl-7R9Tg/annoying-text-messages.html" title="Annoying Text Messages!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/05/annoying-text-messages.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ASXY6fip7ImA9WxdTGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-6149915079978397622</id><published>2008-05-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:27:28.816+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-16T20:27:28.816+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Talentado ako" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Good News" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Everyday" /><title>I Am So Bored But I'm Happy!</title><content type="html">I never thought I am gonna say this, but, I miss school so much. I am freaking bored right now I am willing to rethink, rewrite our thesis paper. How desperate is that? By the way, we passed the thesis defense with flying dramatic colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, since it's been raining all day, three days a week, 24 freaking hours a day, I am like so exhausted doing nothing! I am getting lazier and lazier by the minute. I need a break! A break from vacation! Get it? A break from vacation? Bummer, not only am I getting lazy, but also stupid! I feel like my above average IQ (based from totally scientific IQ test provided by the Psychology dept. at our uni, not that I don't feel you don't believe me sort of defense) is degrading big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo again, a find my super high tech, but slow internet connection computer the savior of my lonely days. I am earning money! How cool is that? I have a part-time job designing blogger templates! And it's so &lt;a href="http://paperbackdesigns.blogspot.com/2008/05/affordable-custom-design_06.html"&gt;affordable&lt;/a&gt; you should hire me to design your blog! My classmates will envy me when they found out about this! Just imagine they are working their asses off this summer vacation just to earn some cold hard cash, while the ever talented me gets to do what I love doing the most (designing and blogging) and earn money from it, plus the fact that I get to stay at home and be lazy! Now, I can officially &lt;strike&gt;boast&lt;/strike&gt; tell everybody (I mean everybody, my friends, peers, relatives, class/school mates, professors, literally everyone I know) that I am super talented and creative!!! You think that's too much? I think so too, but that's exactly the point!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;em&gt;*rubbed palms as if planning an evil deed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of converting my current blog template to xml. Yes, I know, I am super oldie because I'm still using classic blogger. That's why I converted &lt;a href="http://paperbackdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paperback Designs&lt;/a&gt; to xml! Take a look, I even put an additional sidebar! Take a look now! Wait! Finish reading this post first. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who would like to exchange links with me, leave a message at my meebo. I will only exchange links with blogs I like. I have the right to be a picky wannabe bitch, I have a PR of 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And lastly, I shall end this post with a sinister laugh. Hey! I am getting the hang of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/big&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*coughs violently*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-6149915079978397622?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/eixOnnaFj80" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6149915079978397622/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=6149915079978397622" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/6149915079978397622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/6149915079978397622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/eixOnnaFj80/i-am-so-bored-but-im-happy.html" title="I Am So Bored But I'm Happy!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-so-bored-but-im-happy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UERXY9eSp7ImA9WxdTEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-8437374083802899106</id><published>2008-05-08T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:06:44.861+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-08T23:06:44.861+08:00</app:edited><title>Get Over It Already</title><content type="html">It was back in &lt;strong&gt;year 1997&lt;/strong&gt;, and I was in my fourth grade in elementary. It was just after lunch. My classmates were all excited about something. I was excited also. And as the time approaches, we became even more excited. Excited, such a big word for fourth graders. But there's a bigger word than that. And it's called first hands-on computer activity. We lined up in the computer room. Anxiously waiting for the previous class to be over. And when they did, it was finally our turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to ever touch a keyboard and to click on the mouse. I was dumbstruck with that big white monitor staring back at me as I watched it boot. It displayed Windows 95, and oh my, how sleek. The teacher instructed as to click that start button on the lower left corner of the screen. I was excited to see what would happen. So I moved the mouse and clicked. And poop! I rectangular box suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I fell in love with the magic. I was inside the unexplored (then) territory of a computer. I opened paint and started moving my mouse various directions until I came up with a drawing of a mountain. I tried my best to perfect the lines, in the end, I came up with an inverted cone and a big yellow &lt;em&gt;almost looked like &lt;/em&gt;ball behind it, well, that was supposed to be the sun. Oh well, at least I got my 45 minutes of heaven with the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Present.&lt;/strong&gt; Windows may come and go. Paint has his grandson, Photoshop. And the big white monitor is the thing of the past, welcome LCD! But I never got over the computer. Never. Never ever, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it already? I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I study it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of a computer majoring student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think of Ross (from friends) and his dinosaurs, then you'll get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-8437374083802899106?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/b4BuA3eAD_k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8437374083802899106/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=8437374083802899106" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/8437374083802899106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/8437374083802899106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/b4BuA3eAD_k/get-over-it-already.html" title="Get Over It Already" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-over-it-already.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGQHY5eyp7ImA9WxdTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-801783152373797793</id><published>2008-05-07T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:40:21.823+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-07T22:40:21.823+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meme" /><title>Accurately TRUE!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Vanessa Fatima Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&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/1520180767025898639-801783152373797793?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/YjBR07COv_M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/801783152373797793/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=801783152373797793" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/801783152373797793?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/801783152373797793?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/YjBR07COv_M/accurately-true.html" title="Accurately TRUE!!!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/05/accurately-true.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQFQHk4fyp7ImA9WxZaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-420591109384073659</id><published>2008-05-02T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:51:51.737+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-02T21:51:51.737+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupidity" /><title>Say No To Spongebob!!!</title><content type="html">My little, fat nephew gave me a surprise visit last week. He stormed into our house, and straight into our refrigerator, looking for Pepsi, chocolates, and junk food. So like, what did he think of our house? A supermarket?! So anyway, I gave him a Yakult instead! Aren’t I like the best tita ever?! Actually, I just don’t like him drinking all our softdrinks… nauubusan ako eh. Then he snatched the remote control from me and demanded that I switched the channel to Nickoledeon, so he could watch Spongebob. Honestly, I don’t know why little kids watch it. Spongebob is so stupid and he is a sponge for Pete’s sake!!! Plus Spongebob is so ugly! To moms out there, do you want your kids to follow Spongebob’s actions? Do you want your kids to be stupid, ugly and turn into sponges? Have starfish for a best friend? And cook burger patties for a living?! If NO, then don’t let them watch Spongebob! They WILL turn into SPONGES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeQMxCSDFQA/SBsa9X0AZoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4HnBRxajPwg/s1600-h/van005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195776236768487042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeQMxCSDFQA/SBsa9X0AZoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4HnBRxajPwg/s320/van005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told him that we don’t have that channel. So we watched wrestling instead! Am I a good influence or what? Hahaha! I didn’t realize my mistake until he started to wrestle me. Let me tell you, that kid should stand next to Batista. I literally heard my bones breaking. That kid got a future for wrestling aunties who refuse to watch Spongebob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE TO SELF:&lt;/strong&gt; Buy (pirated) dvd of Spongebob next time to prevent my bones from breaking…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-420591109384073659?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/uvuRDTuFYHQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/420591109384073659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=420591109384073659" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/420591109384073659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/420591109384073659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/uvuRDTuFYHQ/say-no-to-spongebob.html" title="Say No To Spongebob!!!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeQMxCSDFQA/SBsa9X0AZoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4HnBRxajPwg/s72-c/van005.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/05/say-no-to-spongebob.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcGQXY4eCp7ImA9WxZaEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-741376457810057441</id><published>2008-04-27T08:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T08:27:00.830+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-27T08:27:00.830+08:00</app:edited><title>My Type Of Songs</title><content type="html">When my mom saw/heard me listening to some loud music (loud because she can hear it… from my headphones!), she’s got to wonder … Is her child overloaded with tedious tasks that the foolish child resorts to damaging her own ears… while writing a 60-page thesis? Maybe you’re wondering just the same thing. Well if you are, let me tell you that I only listen to loud music while writing a 60-page thesis, at the middle of the night to avoid boredom, tediousness, fatigue, droopiness, and in some cases, madness. So do you want me to listen or not? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of music, I stumble upon this &lt;a href="http://brat0421.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and found a really neat tag. It’s perfect for music lovers like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the rules of the tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iPod (or other source of music) on shuffle mode.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: The writer of this blog is not responsible for any sudden sickening/revolting/appalling sensation that you feel such as the turning of your stomach when finding out what type of songs I listen to. In other words, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If someone says 'Is this okay?', you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger- Daft Punk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a perfectionist. So when somebody says fast, I say faster! And a little obsessive compulsive too, so what I really meant was harder, better, faster, stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What would best describe your personality?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Love- Hilary Duff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find this hard to believe, but I broke my wristwatch… with love. Just kidding! When I’m doing things, I give my 101%, if I can’t give my all, then I don’t do it at all. So I guess giving all you got to a task means doing it with love, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do you like in a guy/girl?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won’t Go Home Without You- Maroon5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, figuratively, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How do you feel today?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful Girls- Sean Kingston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like… how a beautiful girl should feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is your life's purpose?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homework- Corbin Bleu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is my life’s purpose, then all that is left to say is “I’ve had enough!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is your motto?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, Blame It On Me- Akon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry is my motto, minus the blame it on me. For your information, I am super clumsy but not a martyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do your friends think of you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexy Back- Justin Timberlake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may not say it or show it, they might not even think of spreading the word… but I know that they think I’m sexy! I just know…. Okay! This is completely unrelated! You don’t have to vomit your lungs out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do you think of your parents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let’s Dance- Vanessa Hudgens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad goofs around when he dances, and my mom is a talented dancer *coughs. And whenever we’re together, we dance like there’s no tomorrow, really! I miss my dad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do you think about very often?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Girl Gone Bad- Rihanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like the hulk! Give me food or I’ll squeeze you! LOL. So don’t starve the hulk, or I might just go mad or bad… whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is 2+2?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Push Up On Me- Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is completely the opposite. No! I don’t like numbers… so, don’t push it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do you think of your best friend?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy- Hilary Duff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, she’s a happy, fun-loving person. Just don’t tell her I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do you think of the person you like?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bleeding Love- Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm… I don’t think he like me also… yes, bleeding love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is your life story?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drive- Incubus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a journey through unexpected crossroads, some speeding tickets along the way… while driving my bmx bike. Hahaha! You know the one with the training wheels pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do you want to be when you grow up?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep Holding On- Avril Lavigne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I don’t want to lose my memories when I was still young. Whether it’s painful or happy, I want to keep it, to remind me of my tears and my laughs. I’m sort of a sentimental person, so I want to keep holding on to those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do you think when you see the person you like?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humuhumunukuapua- Sharpay and Ryan(High School Musical 2 Ost)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! He’s my prince, and I’m Princess Tiki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do your parents think of you?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smack That- Akon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re like “Smack that naughty girl, she made the pet dog cry again!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What will you dance to at your wedding?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Work, All Play- Hilary Duff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have no idea where this came from! Maybe all play will help me find a husband?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What will they play at your funeral?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank God I Found You- Mariah Carey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess when I die I will finally meet God. But I don’t think it’s appropriate, imagine the people at the funeral, they’re like thanking they found heaven when I die!!! &lt;em&gt;*sob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is your hobby/interest?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contagious- Avril Lavigne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hobbies/interests influence a lot of people. For instance, my cousin joined the badminton varsity team because I've always played badminton with her, and taught her badminton tips. So I guess my hobbies are really contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is your biggest secret?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gimme More- Britney Spears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Completely unrelated. Haha, no way of finding my biggest secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do you think of your friends?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful Girls Remix- Jojo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wondered why this came up. Okay, they are half as beautiful as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What should you post this as?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weak- Jojo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. If you’re already vomiting because of my taste in music… don’t say I didn’t warn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I’m tagging everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you also did this tag by commenting. Include your blog link so I can also read it. Promise! It’s really fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-741376457810057441?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/mAD8lfjzYVI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/741376457810057441/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=741376457810057441" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/741376457810057441?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/741376457810057441?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/mAD8lfjzYVI/my-type-of-songs.html" title="My Type Of Songs" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-type-of-songs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08EQHg4cCp7ImA9WxZaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-2128563057944819264</id><published>2008-04-24T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:10:01.638+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-24T23:10:01.638+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="College Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Truly Annoying" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><title>Thesis + Exam= ZITS!</title><content type="html">Nowadays, I’m getting the zit attack. I don’t know if that’s the effect of last month’s thesis or this week's removal exam. I know, removal exams are like for struggling, *cough* lazy *cough* students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may seem this smart, know-it-all, sometimes-gives-out-too-much-information girl, but deep inside me beats the heart of an irresponsible, witless person! But for the record, that only applies when there are numbers involved. Really, give me a number and I’ll punch you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m taking the removal exam for assessment of student learning 2 tomorrow. Seriously, I have no idea why my grade is incomplete. Was it the 1 out of I don’t know how many quizzes in all that I may have or may have not taken at all? Or was it the rushed portfolio that looked like a scratched paper? Whatever the reason was, I really need to pass that exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s that all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just some bunch of numbers that you need to compute. It’s like statistics, but only used by teachers. In which I hope not to use much in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really prepared, you know. In fact, I've already wrote the important formulas at the back of the lid of my scientific calculator so I won't forget it. I used pencil so it can only be read when there's enough light. I'm confident that I won't be caught, because my prof is like blind. If you know, what I mean. Anyway, I'm not the only one who devised a clever plan like that, my classmates are way better than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop calling me a meany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! Really, coz’ if you don’t………….. please, I’m begging you! Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-2128563057944819264?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/KIW2CcWiCvk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2128563057944819264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=2128563057944819264" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/2128563057944819264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/2128563057944819264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/KIW2CcWiCvk/thesis-exam-zits.html" title="Thesis + Exam= ZITS!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/04/thesis-exam-zits.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFQHs4fyp7ImA9WxZUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-383465630748760536</id><published>2008-04-07T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:53:31.537+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-07T23:53:31.537+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Talentado ako" /><title>New Designs!</title><content type="html">Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to &lt;a href="http://paperbackdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paperback Designs&lt;/a&gt; lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Just want to tell you that I re-designed the site. Plus, really cool blog templates are ready for download... all for free!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting better at photoshop. Back then, I only used GIMP photo editor. But photoshop is much, much, much better I tell you. I practically created the new template for Paperback Designs out of photoshop (in just one day)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that cool or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to accept custom designs for blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear your feedback about my designs. See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-383465630748760536?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/xHRqIjhe9WA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/383465630748760536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=383465630748760536" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/383465630748760536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/383465630748760536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/xHRqIjhe9WA/new-designs.html" title="New Designs!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-designs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4CQn47eSp7ImA9WxZVGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-8460401851987995219</id><published>2008-03-31T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:22:43.001+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-31T23:22:43.001+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="College Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><title>Really Really Pissed Off Right Now</title><content type="html">Yes! You heard me right! So stay away from me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to once again blog my rants about college. I need to share my miseries. God! I need to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fed up with my parasites group mates! What?! They think just because I'm their leader I have to do every single task?! They are totally irresponsible and, I hate to say this, but since I'm this close (a puny distance between my thumb and index finger) to losing my sanity, they are so stupid! There! I said it! No guilty feelings. I mean, dude, we are already in college, and I can't even trust them at writing a decent paragraph to contribute to our thesis. Yeah, sure, my English is not perfect. But hello? Compare to their's, I'm like the linguist of all time. It's not about their horrendous grammar that I'm mad about. It's their total lack of initiative. Seriously, they are the most lousy group mates I've ever had! And I thought "leader massacre" was over in high school. They made my former and totally witless classmates looked like amateur in mercilessly killing my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was the last straw! That's it! I had enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD ENOUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already did all three chapters of our thesis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, one day I'm gonna get back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for them for making me feel frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-8460401851987995219?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/vpuRcWBL4qk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8460401851987995219/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=8460401851987995219" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/8460401851987995219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/8460401851987995219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/vpuRcWBL4qk/really-really-pissed-off-right-now.html" title="Really Really Pissed Off Right Now" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/03/really-really-pissed-off-right-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcAQX8-eip7ImA9WxZVF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-8353867631097984848</id><published>2008-03-28T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:27:20.152+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-28T18:27:20.152+08:00</app:edited><title>Techie Stuff: Protecting Your PC</title><content type="html">Since having a new pc (love it), I’ve learned that protection is the most important factor if you want your pc to outlive your dog. ;-) I can’t believe that I just found this out when I’m actually using my “junky” laptop for almost three years now. Maybe because I wasn’t paying attention to viruses and worms back then. I had an anti virus before, but the only reason I got it was because I cannot open my word document without an anti virus. Something about macro virus? Anyway, my antivirus, literally, did not work on any occasion. It’s free anyway, called AVG.  So my laptop was overloaded with virus, Trojans, spyware, and worms. It’s like a virus museum in there! Seriously. No wonder my classmate complained when she lent me her flash drive. But hey, I was a senseless, stupid  laptop owner back then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now? I am very, very concerned about viruses. My antivirus, which by the way actually works, is the best ever! All I have to do is to always keep it updated. It’s called Kapersky and it detected and deleted so many worms and viruses. When I say many, I mean maaaaaaaannnnnnnyyyyyyyyyy. LOL. No, seriously. I’m not even kidding this time. It’s like the best antivirus of all time! It won’t let you down, simply amazing, makulay ang buhay! I don’t have any complaints about it. It works like a well oiled machine. It’s a money well spent. Well, how would I know since I got it for free? The man who owns the nearby internet café gave me the original installer! Too bad it can only be used by three persons, and I’m the last person to install it. Anyway, what I’m saying is that if you’re looking for any pc protection, get Kapersky first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kaspersky Anti-Virus 7.0 provides you with traditional anti-virus protection based on the latest protection technologies. You can work, communicate, surf the internet and play online games on your computer safely and easily. Product Highlights- Three protection technologies against new and unknown threats: Hourly automated database updates, Preliminary behavior analysis, On-going behavior analysis. Protection from viruses, Trojans and worms. Protection from spyware and adware. Real-time scanning for email, Internet traffic and files. Protection from viruses when using ICQ and other IM clients. Protection from all types of keyloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version 7.0.0.125 improved detection of all types of rootkits, added rollback of unwanted changes on your computer and self-defense of the antivirus program from being disabled or stopped.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be downloaded for a free trial &lt;a href="http://www.download.com/Kaspersky-Anti-Virus/3000-2239_4-10259842.html?tag=lst-1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend I have installed in my pc is winpatrol. It’s like the cutest pc protection ever! Scotty the dog (not a real dog, coz’ that’ll be weird) patrols my startup items and notify me of new startup items. You see, startup items are really important if you want your pc to boot and perform much faster. Startup items are loads of hidden program running in the background. So, it’s important to disable some unwanted startup items. Just click start, go to run and type in msconfig. There should be a startup tab. You can disable startup items in there. But take note, don’t disable your antivirus (if you have one) for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winpatrol always asks for my permission if a new startup item is enabled automatically by a newly installed application. What a good dog! And he also detects hidden install in some applications and ask my permission if I really want to install it. Saves time, especially if you’re too lazy, ahmm I mean busy to check your startup items every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be downloaded for free &lt;a href="http://www.download.com/WinPatrol-2007/3000-8022_4-10129149.html?tag=lst-1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last pc protection I have on my computer is Spyware Begone. Well, as the name implies, it detects and removes spywares and adwares.  I don’t know if it actually works because I haven’t encountered any spyware or adware yet. But it has a smart scan technology, and it also deep scan your pc for spywares. During startup, it always performs a quick scan to make sure your pc is spyware free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be downloaded for free &lt;a href="http://www.download.com/Spyware-Begone/3000-8022_4-10665542.html?tag=lst-1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapersky, Winpatrol and Spyware Begone. Three pc protections that I could never live without!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-8353867631097984848?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/ZUiZeYir-Ec" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8353867631097984848/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=8353867631097984848" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/8353867631097984848?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/8353867631097984848?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/ZUiZeYir-Ec/techie-stuff-protecting-your-pc.html" title="Techie Stuff: Protecting Your PC" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/03/techie-stuff-protecting-your-pc.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cCSXg-eyp7ImA9WxZVEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-5291542129326490431</id><published>2008-03-22T22:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:51:08.653+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-22T23:51:08.653+08:00</app:edited><title>1 and 2!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So what happened to me these past few months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so many things had occurred, that I can only recall two major events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST MAJOR EVENT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while but it's finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worship of my temple.&lt;br /&gt;The Pacquiao of my bets.&lt;br /&gt;The switch beneath my lights.&lt;br /&gt;The tissue of my mucus.&lt;br /&gt;The light of my day.&lt;br /&gt;The pillow under my head.&lt;br /&gt;The icing of my cake.&lt;br /&gt;The assassin of my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;The yarn of my kitten.&lt;br /&gt;The polish of my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Okay. You get the drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? Right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting... The 2GB DDR2 Memory, 80GB SATA Hard Disk, 17" LCD Monitor, with a whooping Dual Core processor and a really really really cool trackball-less mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much awaited love of my life!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeQMxCSDFQA/R-Uo_dtfB9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/U9Ld1J7cMf0/s1600-h/P1010087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeQMxCSDFQA/R-Uo_dtfB9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/U9Ld1J7cMf0/s400/P1010087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180592017131898834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO? What can you say? Are you drop jaw, tulo tulo laway, wide eyes right now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second major event you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH! Not that important as the first one... Just the.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;College Capers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A totally gorgeous night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/82/14872844/1_465765810l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/82/14872844/1_863532087l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/82/14872844/1_519295578l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/82/14872844/1_130752266l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/82/14872844/1_312939993l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/82/14872844/1_825777483l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/82/14872844/1_498021685l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/44/82/14872844/1_375613111l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So how was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was one of the most wonderful nights of my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'd had a BLAST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can this life get any better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-5291542129326490431?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/7UwPIVRI4xU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5291542129326490431/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=5291542129326490431" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/5291542129326490431?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/5291542129326490431?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/7UwPIVRI4xU/1-and-2.html" title="1 and 2!!!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeQMxCSDFQA/R-Uo_dtfB9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/U9Ld1J7cMf0/s72-c/P1010087.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-and-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGQHg5fip7ImA9WxZVEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-3876798797861280149</id><published>2008-03-22T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:55:21.626+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-22T22:55:21.626+08:00</app:edited><title>Just A Thought</title><content type="html">It’s been a while since I last saw the bloody red color of this blog. And that lady with butterfly wings that mesmerize me every time I look. I so missed her. Forgive me for the long absent. Absence of mind? Maybe. I was happy and tired. I was challenged. College life now is not what I wished and hoped for. But surprisingly, I see myself grow with each passing day. I became more unpredictable. I wasn’t much of a thinker but then. I still asked a lot of questions, but I am finally gaining some answers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot in college. I learned that I missed my friends when I shifted majors, even though I see them almost every day.  I learned that I could never trust people around me, not now, not ever. I learned that backstabbers and hypocrites are &lt;br /&gt;everywhere, literally. I mean, how much backstabbers are there in a single class? I learned that people are parasites. They suck the life out of you every time they have the chance. I learned that I still cannot dance, will not and probably should not. I learned that my mind is more complex that I have imagined. That I can think in unthinkable ways. I learned that people I know before may not be the people they are now. I learned that I learned a lot of things, more than what I think I’ve learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year to go and I’ll be out of my safety zone, school. Just one year to go and I’ll graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year.  Time flies so fast. Perhaps too fast to prepare me. But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-3876798797861280149?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/t1r2wbxsFD0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3876798797861280149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=3876798797861280149" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/3876798797861280149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/3876798797861280149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/t1r2wbxsFD0/just-thought.html" title="Just A Thought" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-thought.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUCRHYyfCp7ImA9WxZSFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-1761160785061674844</id><published>2008-01-29T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:51:05.894+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-29T17:51:05.894+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="College Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Everyday" /><title>So Random!</title><content type="html">I can't believe that I've neglected my blog for such a lonnnggg time, right after designing it! That was so lazy of me. Sorry blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am happy to announce that I'm getting married!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT YOU! Didn't I? Didn'tI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding! Heller? I just celebrated my 19th birthday last January 18. It's really weird that I'm at the end of my teenage years. The oldest teenager! And to my suprise, I didn't feel any weird feelings at all. I just felt the urge to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something experimental, exciting, and involves a lot of bare skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a letter E on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's NOT what you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of something else! Ladies? Guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I felt this strong urge to put on make up! It's experimental, exciting, and involves a lot of bare skin! I never put on make up before. Well, except for special occasions. I am particularly addicted to eye make up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy finally donated... erm contributed money so that I can buy a new computer! My mom is so happy because she wouldn't have to buy the computer herself. Well, until the new computer is bought, I have to use my old, corrupted, slow, no internet connection laptop. Sucks, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there won't be much updating of this blog and my design blog until next week. But I promise to update regularly once I have my new, fast, hightech computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is midterm week. So that means it's cramming time once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-1761160785061674844?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/UI4n-0drMCk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1761160785061674844/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=1761160785061674844" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/1761160785061674844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/1761160785061674844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/UI4n-0drMCk/so-random.html" title="So Random!" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><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>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-random.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYERXs8cSp7ImA9WB9bF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1520180767025898639.post-8870136536971024210</id><published>2007-12-27T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:08:24.579+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-27T18:08:24.579+08:00</app:edited><title>New Look</title><content type="html">Last Christmas I got P1,640.00 worth of aguinaldo! Can you believe it? I'm already 18yrs. old and my ninongs and ninangs still gave me money this Christmas! Of course, who am I to refuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more brighter side of life, I started designing templates! I think my designs are not that bad. Guess who designed my new template?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well? Any guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's....  ME! ME! ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;My design site is in the credits section. Make sure to visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1520180767025898639-8870136536971024210?l=msvessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MsVessa/~4/XFP1ih_TGi8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://msvessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8870136536971024210/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1520180767025898639&amp;postID=8870136536971024210" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/8870136536971024210?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1520180767025898639/posts/default/8870136536971024210?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MsVessa/~3/XFP1ih_TGi8/new-look.html" title="New Look" /><author><name>ambrosia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://msvessa.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-look.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

