<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:44:24.508-07:00</updated><category term='D'/><title type='text'>Individual's Shadow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-1737582309500517903</id><published>2009-03-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:57:01.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong Tra la la~ DAY 1</title><content type='html'>Been there for 3 days and 2 nights with Yan-Yan; our first trip together outside the country. Bi-chan would have been with us if he didn't forget that he needs a passport to get out of the country. Too bad. Pero okay lang, Lianne would have become a third wheel, most of the chairs kasi pangdalawahan lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sobrang daming experience! Panalo lalo na si Yan-Yan:&lt;br&gt;1. When we arrived at Hongkong International Airport, sinira ng Hongkong Express ang Luggage niya. HAHA. We want to complain sana and asked for Airline Staff pero they keep on referring us to the wrong persons for 3 times. Hanggang sa huli, sinabihan na lang kami na:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Hottie Hongkong Airport Staff: &lt;/span&gt;Please just complain at the website.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;US:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT?!! $$#%@%@!%!#%%&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xan-Xan:&lt;/span&gt; Tara na, we'll be late. We need to find Holiday tours or else maiiwan tayo dito!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yan-Yan:&lt;/span&gt; Wala ng gulong ang luggage ko! Mukha akong Tanga!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then we went to the Holiday Tour counter A11. We met our tour guide Dennis Wong. Akala namin hot siya, pero di. Tandaers na. Unlike kila Patricia and Astrud, bata ang tou guide nila. There, we were given all the things we should have like the vouchers, mcdo coupons etc. Ang compulsary trip lang namin ay iyong HongKong island tour. May ini-offer samin na Hongkong Night tour at Victoria Peak saka Ocean Park Trip. We decided na wag na lang mag-avail and discover Hongkong on our own. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh by the way, napakascrunchy ng mga tao dun especially sa Immigration. Hindi sila warm unlike us Filipinos. They don't smile that often! Mga flight stewardess lang ata marunong! Tsk. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stayed at BP International Hotel, Austin Street, Kowloon Part of Hongkong. Okay naman ang reception. They even gave us tips where to exchange money, nearest MTR station (MRT). Nakakainis lang at nakalimutan nila ituro kung saan dapat kumain! Damn. We walked around for almost 2 hours. We ended up eating sa tapat ng hotel. Ang mahal grabe. Their noodles cost $26 then a can of sprite costs $15! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After eating, we went back to the hotel so get some rest. We slept for almost two hours. At dahil nanghinayang kami na matutulog lang kami sa hongkong, we decided to go to the night market. Daming tourist dun! Mostly Caucasians. Di namin kami bibili ng kahit ano since di kami nagpunta ng hongkong to shop, so tingin-tingin lang kami. HAHA. Then may nakita kaming street na halos sex toys ang tinda. Tapos sa gilid pa siya ng isang temple! Weird sobra. Dami ding PDA. French kissing, butt touching etc sa paligid. Moslty, teens iyong nag-pPDA. Wala silang pakialam if someone's watching them. Then we went to the temple and since it is already 10 pm ata, sarado na. May nakakatakot na part kasi may gang ata. Men with super daming tattoo with a girl na ang skimpy ng damit. After few picture -taking, umalis kami. &lt;br&gt;Puro lakad ang ginawa namin until we reached the Jade Market. Sarado na din. We will visit na lang tomorrow because Mom wants us to buy her one. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pag-uwi, nadaanan namin iyong Yau Mai Tei market na medyo malinis. We've seen 2 policemen also na may kasamang k9. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then nadaanan din namin iyong parang medyo red light district nila. Daming hotgirls na nakapost sa mga doors and of course, daming guys outside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;finally, we were back at the hotel. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&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/7922336853149887184-1737582309500517903?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/1737582309500517903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=1737582309500517903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/1737582309500517903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/1737582309500517903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/03/hong-kong-tra-la-la-day-1.html' title='Hong Kong Tra la la~ DAY 1'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-316558943995181932</id><published>2009-03-03T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:12:00.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absences</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I have to be serious na with my studies. This is my worst semester talaga. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I failed my first exam in 162: 51/100.&lt;/span&gt; Tapos super dami ko ng absences almost lahat ng subjects ko (except 162). Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako biglang tinamad mag-aral.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JS Studies = 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anthro = 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Psych 155 = 4 (Major pa siya. Tsk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chinese 10-11 = 5 and counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Super di na ako nag-aaral ng mabuti. I tend to procastinate things tapos mag-cracram ako. Rarr. Kanina di ako pumasok ng JS and Anthro sa sobrang puyat sa pag-cram ng film review sa psych 155 na irerevise ko pa. Kaasar. I should study Chinese since may exam tomorrow pero tinatamad pa ako.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I hate my schedule pa. Lesson learned: di na ako kukuha ng 5:30-7:00 pm na class! Never ever!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Hay. 1 month na lang to go para bumawi. O_o   &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/7922336853149887184-316558943995181932?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/316558943995181932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=316558943995181932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/316558943995181932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/316558943995181932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/03/absences.html' title='Absences'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-3549033214298665130</id><published>2009-03-01T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:56:39.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive. But I won't forget.</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Well, kakauwi ko lang from "there". *sigh*.. I am really tired, of everything. I can really feel death's presence right now. Right here beside me. Chasing me everyday. Sadly, he still don't heed my deathwishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Anyway, I'm completely lost right now. Everything seems to be blurry and confusing. Wala lang. Sobrang nakakapagod na. Sobrang sakit na nang katawan ko, nang utak ko, nang mata ko, nang dibdib ko, nang lahat. Sobrang sawa na'ko sa mga nangyayari sa buhay ko. Lagi na lang ako yung kawawa sa huli. Do I deserve this? Hay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Hindi ako makapaniwala na umiyak ako sa van kanina pauwi. Buti na lang madilim. Wala sigurong nakakita kasi nagkukunwaring tulog ako. Wala lang. Kahit anong pigil ko sa sarili ko, talagang lumalabas eh. Mahal na mahal ko kasi siya. Hanggang sa huli, minahal ko siya. Hanggang sa huli nagbigay pa din ako ng pagkakataon para maipagpatuloy namin. Hanggang sa huli iniiyakan ko pa din siya. Hanggang sa huli, nagawa ko pa din siya patawarin. Kaso sa huli naawa na'ko sa sarili ko. Sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sa kanya, nakalimutan ko na alagaan sarili ko. Hindi na'ko nakakakain, nakakatulog, at nakakapag-aral ng maayos. Hindi na'ko nakakapagenjoy sa kahit na anong bagay dahil sa tuwing may gagawin ako ay naiisip ko siya at bigla nanaman akong nalulungkot. Sobrang dami na palang naaapektuhan. Masyado ko siyang minahal sapagkat umaasa ako na balang araw ay magagawa na din niya ako pahalagahan. Kaso hindi. Sobrang hindi ko na kinaya. I tortured myself so badly. Pero hindi ako nagsisisi at nakilala ko siya. Marami naman akong natutunan sa kanya. Sumaya din ako. Akala ko nga kami na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Anyway, puputulin ko muna dito. Hindi ko kasi mapigilan na hindi maiyak habang sinusulat ito. Pero nakakagaan din pala talaga ng loob kapag nilalabas sa ganitong paraan. Madami akong narerealize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    I also remembered this line of Celine from Star Ocean: "Do what you need to do but I don't think it'll be of much worth in the end.". I forgot what exactly the last part is but it was something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You didn't give me the chancew of saving everything. What you did was an emotional blackmail - gusto mong habulin kita within 30 minutes. But you know na may trabaho ako at kapag iniwan ko iyon, I can be reprimanded or even be fired by the boss. I'm a new in the company that's why I should set a good impression. I invited you to watch me working. I begged for your hug. I asked you to please stay, na sana tayo pa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Siguro nga masyado pa akong busy - academics, organization, work and you. I just don't understand why you keep on thinking things which are not true in the first place. You don't fully trust me that I am very loyal to you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well. This is life. &lt;br&gt;Akala ko rin naman tayo na. Pero you chose to break our relationship. You are tired, very tired and so I am pero at the back of my mind, kaya naman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish you happiness. &lt;br&gt;I will continue on loving you from a distance. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You will always be my hubby and I will be your wifey, forever.&lt;br&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/7922336853149887184-3549033214298665130?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/3549033214298665130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=3549033214298665130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/3549033214298665130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/3549033214298665130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgive-but-i-won-forget.html' title='Forgive. But I won&amp;#39;t forget.'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-3572911467168377083</id><published>2009-02-24T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:02:10.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Maroon 5 at mga gusto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/36/Maroon_5_at_mga_gusto."&gt;Maroon 5 at mga gusto.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Feb 4, '08  8:15 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="kenshinroxanne" author_possessive="kenshinroxanne's"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gusto ko ng Maroon Five Concert Ticket. Gusto kong marinig na kinakanta nila yung I&lt;em&gt;nfatuation&lt;/em&gt; saka yung&lt;em&gt; It's Better That We Break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kahit yung sa General Admission na ticket lang. Kahit ulo na lang nila ang makikita ko.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Kaso sold-out na talaga. Wala na akong pag-asa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bakit kasi mahal ang ticket ng Maroon 5? Bakit kay Ne-Yo ang mura? Bakit???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hay, papakinggan ko na lamang sila sa mp3 ni Lianne.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Speaking of mp3, I miss my mp3. Nasira kasi due to my stupidity. Nahulog sa cr. Alangan namang pulutin ko pa so tinapon ko na.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sayang talaga. THough its not an Ipod, mahal ko talaga yun. T_T &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;R.I.P. my black mp3.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gusto ko tuloy ng ipod. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pero okay na rin ang zen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pero bibili muna ako ng bagong fone, kahit na masakit sa damdamin na magkakalayo na kami ng Sony Ericson Z520i ko. Sira na kasi ang lcd.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Samsung naman ang bibilhin ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/7922336853149887184-3572911467168377083?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/3572911467168377083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=3572911467168377083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/3572911467168377083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/3572911467168377083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-maroon-5-at-mga-gusto.html' title='Repost: Maroon 5 at mga gusto.'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-4050925795562035357</id><published>2009-02-23T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:28:39.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Endless Fieldwork!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/45/Endless_Fieldwork."&gt;Endless Fieldwork.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Sep 9, '08 11:52 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm dying. Psych 118, Psych 108, Socio 101 ----&gt; all of these do require fieldwork!&lt;br&gt;Tapos one month to go na lang, tsk. Paano ko sila pagsisiksikin sa schedule ko?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Andyan pa ang field trip sa geog 1 na kun hindi lang nagagalit si mama ay hindi talaga ako sasama. Mas enthusiastic pa ang nanay na sumama ang anak kaysa ang anak na mismong sasama. Sayang yung two days ko. Tsk. Tapos 8 pm na balik ko ng Monday then may 7 am class ako ng morning? Gosh?! Plakda ako for sure sa kama. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Psych 118's such a hell. Grabe. Sana matapos ko na ang observation within this week. Every dismissal pupuntahan ko talaga para mameet ko na iyong 6 hours na quota for observation. Pati rin sana interview matapos ko na and questionnaire din!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This coming thursday naman ay orientation sa Eduk Inc for lingkod aral. Hay, kala ko easy easy lang, haggard din pala. Tsk. We need to organize a Library Orientation Seminar for public grade school kids na malapit sa Aklatang Pambata. Hawhaw. Buti may letter na at concept paper. Then sa Saturday, orientation with Ms. Karen Panol kung paano niya kami bibigyan ng credit saka yung criteria ng evalutation sa amin. Huhuhu. 15 hours?! Tsk. Paano ko kaya to mamemeet?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nawalan tuloy ng date ang socio 101 ko. Morning sana kami pupunta naman ng eat bulaga/wowowee pero dahil sa 108, reskeeeeeeed! Di naman pwede ng Monday dahil nga field trip. Deadline na ng rrl at method ng paper. Buti tapos na rrl. Method na lang saka yung conceptual framework.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kaya ayun, sa tingin niyo ba dapat pa akong sumama ng field trip sa geog? Mauuno ko pa ba siya kahit hindi ako sumama?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt;.&lt;    &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/7922336853149887184-4050925795562035357?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/4050925795562035357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=4050925795562035357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/4050925795562035357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/4050925795562035357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-endless-fieldwork.html' title='Repost: Endless Fieldwork!'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-6560541763201318188</id><published>2009-02-23T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:27:41.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Totally Embarassing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/42/Totally_Embarrasing"&gt;Totally Embarrasing!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Jun 13, '08  6:11 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Tsk Tsk. Nakakahiya talaga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kasi naman, nasigawan ako sa main lib nung nagpapavalidate nung ID. Kasi nga di ba putol yung ID ko. Tapos andaming taooooooooo. Ok lang sanaaaaaaaaa ehhhhhhhh. Pero andaming taoooooooo. Super N mode tuloy ako. Tsk Tsk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ganito yung nangyari.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So binigay ko yung ID ko. Tapos sabi niya tumabi daw muna ako. Antayin na lang na tawagin yung name ko since maraming nakapila.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos ayun na nga, tinawag ang pangalan ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms. Librarian: Sino si Roxanne Therese Delay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako: Ako po. (tinaas ko pa yung kamay ko sabay lapit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms. Librarian: Hindi ka ba aware na all of our computers are ADVANCE! It requires your ID to be in PERFECT SHAPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako: Ah okay po, may schedule na po ako eh. Kaso po di ba inuuna ni yung freshie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms. Librarian: Magpa-ID ka muna saka ka MAGPAKITA sakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ouch!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi ko alam kung sadya bang malakas ang boses niya o kaya nakalunok siya ng microphone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos ung isang kupal sa likod ko, sabi ba naman. "TSK TSK"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lahat sila nakatingin. Huhuhuhu. Super wa poise event. &lt;br&gt;Try ko kayang magmaskara kapag ipapavalidate ko na ang aking bagong ID.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Baka kasi makilala nila ako.&lt;br&gt;Or Dapat, nakamaskara na ako pag pupunta ng Main Lib. Para di nila ako makilala.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or dapat kaya, everytime na nasa UP ako. Tsk tsk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Giiiiiiiiiiiingggggggggg! Peram ng maskara. Lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi tuloy ako nakakuha ng journals for 118. Bahala na si Ebsco.   &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/7922336853149887184-6560541763201318188?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/6560541763201318188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=6560541763201318188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6560541763201318188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6560541763201318188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-totally-embarassing.html' title='Repost: Totally Embarassing!'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-7953340066674812256</id><published>2009-02-23T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:26:07.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Pasukan Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/41/Pasukan_Blues."&gt;Pasukan Blues.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Jun 2, '08 11:53 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Tricia sent me this message 15 minutes ago:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember these?&lt;br&gt;naked men&lt;br&gt;brilliant students&lt;br&gt;brain-wacking terms&lt;br&gt;liberal culture&lt;br&gt;life long pride&lt;br&gt;rushing late night work&lt;br&gt;ugly eyebags&lt;br&gt;notorious professors&lt;br&gt;hell weeks&lt;br&gt;toxic liefestyle&lt;br&gt;constant lack of sleep&lt;br&gt;nosebled exams&lt;br&gt;heart stopping results&lt;br&gt;die hard frienship&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;... Yeah, pasukan na naman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I feel so unprepared! 11 units pa lang sa CRS - nice talaga, never akong binigyan ng 18 units. Tapos I dunno kung Bio 11 na ba ang kukunin ko or mag-susuper electives ako ngayon. Tapos wala pa akong PE. Kahit duckpin man lang, hindi ako nabigyan. Grrr. Wala pa akong Hapon 11. TBA pa ang prof ko sa Socio 101. Hay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anoher thing, sira si pishi matapos ko lang linisin. Promise, I did nothing! NILINIS ko lang. Poor me. Yeah, poor me. (Singit lang ako ngayon, thanks to Sharapova and Roland Gaross, uber busy sila sa panonood.) Kung kelan pasukan saka wala akong pishi. Tsk tsk. Kyng kelan tatadtarin ako sa paper ng 118? Oh C'mon, kelangang maayos ni pishi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos kelangan ng maging active sa mga orgs. hay. May event pa ang Ex LIbris na hindi rin naman ako aattend. Tapos sa Comlec, kelanan ng magserve, tapos sa red cross, kelangan ng mag review ng sfat and ert para maging full time member na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then I have to meet Marla. Uber laki ng kasalanan ko sa kanya. Dahil sa isang exam sa chem, di ako naka-attend ng debut niya. Bad Roxanne. Hay, feeling niya tuloy hindi na kami bff = bestfriend forever. Have to meet her before the semester becomes hectic again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What else? Oh, uber lessen ang time sa pagpipishi which includes ragnarok of course. Hay. I will miss all my friends there, sila hubby, molfie, lorenz, mga kalaro sa pront, neko, mark, GM. Hay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OH i forgot, tambak pa ako ng drama and animes na papanoorin at ibuburn. Gomen Gomen Ma-an. Tsk tsk. ^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leisure time is over. I Have to get back to work.&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/7922336853149887184-7953340066674812256?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/7953340066674812256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=7953340066674812256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/7953340066674812256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/7953340066674812256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-pasukan-blues.html' title='Repost: Pasukan Blues'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-6955358333672207009</id><published>2009-02-23T23:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:25:37.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Psych Major ba talaga ako?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/34/Psych_Major_ba_talaga_ako"&gt;Psych Major ba talaga ako?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Jan 11, '08 11:05 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Eto na naman ako, hindi pa rin makapaniwala na Sikolihiya ang kursong kinukuha ko sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Masaya naman sana. Kaso, hindi ko matanggap na sa natitira ko pang taon sa Unibersidad ay wala akong masyadong gagawin, gagawa lang naman ako ng sangkatutak na papel-na-thesis-na-ata-ng-ibang-course-dahil-sa-sobrang-hirap. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sabi ko pa naman nung hayskul pa lang ako, "Basta, hindi ako kukuha ng course na mapapel masyado, ayoko yatang maging glue na dinidikitan ng papel".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngunit eto ako ngayon, nagsisimula ng ang kalbaryo ko sa tulong ng Psych 115.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But don't get me wrong, masaya sa Psych! Sobra! Kahit na maraming papel! &lt;br&gt;Kasi nandun ko natagpuan ang mga tunay kong kaibigan (Ayeekie), &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tapos magagaling pa yung mga professor, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tapos feeling mo napaka-wellrounded person kasi may math ka, may chem ka, may physics ka, may bio ka, idagag mo pa ang social sciences na kailangan mong kunin, kumbaga, hindi lang siya science, may arts din (anlabo ko!), &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tapos may Handog, &lt;br&gt;may PsycA, &lt;br&gt;may Sir Ton, &lt;br&gt;may Sir DelPi, &lt;br&gt;thrill na 150 kasi ________ vs _________ (hulaan niyo!),&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;yung likod ni Sir Luistro na nagpaalam na sakin matapos mapagpasyahan namin ni Tine na umupo sa sahig dahil 2 beses na kaming kamote sa kanyang mga surprise exam, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yung 30 minute break sa 115 dala ng kabaitan ni Ma'am Capulong at madalas kong makakuha ng 6.5/10 na score sa kanyang mga exercises at exercise 4 na hindi ko pa sinisimulan hanggang ngayon, kasalanan ng multiply! hahaha. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;may updating, signing-up at adivising&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;may ate daisy at ma'am carol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;si kuya roman&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;si kuya collins&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;si kuya magic&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2nd floor ng phan na aming tambayan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;malapit sa sunken na aming tambayan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;malapit sa casaa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at madami pa!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahaha, psych major nga talaga ako!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ay nakalimutan ko ang ebsco at spss! hehehehehe :D   &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/7922336853149887184-6955358333672207009?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/6955358333672207009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=6955358333672207009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6955358333672207009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6955358333672207009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-psych-major-ba-talaga-ako.html' title='Repost: Psych Major ba talaga ako?'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-5004370342603575110</id><published>2009-02-23T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:25:01.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Masakit ang ngipin ko.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/32/Masakit_ang_ngipin_ko."&gt;Masakit ang ngipin ko.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Nov 21, '07  8:00 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Wah. Masakit talaga ang ngipin ko. Nakakainis.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa lahat, ito ang pinaka-ayoko. Kapag masakit kasi ang ngipin ko, feeling ko buong katawan ko masakit. Pero kahit masakit siya, hindi ako umiinom ng gamot, flanax man o ponstan. Ayoko kasi masanay na dumepende sa gamot. Mas gusto ko, ramdom ko yung sakit. Gusto ko nga pasakitin pa siya ng todo para alam ko kung paano ko siya titiisin. May kaibigan kasi ako na nasanay na laging umiinom ng gamot konting sakit lang ng ngipin niya. Ayun, kahit 500 mg ng ponstan, hindi na tumatalab.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang hilig ko kasi sa lollipop. Siguro dahil nagkaroon ako ng kalayaan na kumain nito. Nung bata pa kasi ako, bawal ang candy. Kaya pagtuntong ko ng grade 6, dun nagsimula ang lahat. Tinatago ko kay mama tapos yung una kong naging favorite na kendi ay yung ox ng coffee flavored. Iyon lang kasi ang tinda sa pinakamalapit na tindahan sa amin. Sa tuwing uutusan ako ni mama, titiyakin ko na bibili ako ng ox candy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayaw ko rin na sumakit ang tiya hindi lang dahil sa pwede akong matae pero feeling ko, kapag masakit ang tiyan ko, nanghihina ako. Para akong sinuntok. Nung bata ako, may sarili akong panggamot sa sakit ng tiyan ko. Sabi ng kasambahay namin nun, kapag nilawayan mo ang hintuturo mo at nagdrowing ka ng krus sa tiyan mo gamit ang hintuturo mong may laway, tiyak mawawala ang sakit ng tiyan mo. Sinubukan ko iyon, tapos gumana! Pero, natuklasan ko nung 2nd year high school ako na hindi naman pala iyon totoo. Muntik na kasi akong matae nun. Salamat na lang sa imodium.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Masakit pa rin ang ngipin ko. At tiyak hindi ako makakatulog kaagad.Wah. Kelangan kong tiisin pa ng konti. Bukas, wala na ito. Sana.   &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/7922336853149887184-5004370342603575110?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/5004370342603575110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=5004370342603575110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/5004370342603575110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/5004370342603575110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-masakit-ang-ngipin-ko.html' title='Repost: Masakit ang ngipin ko.'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-3671899326178673880</id><published>2009-02-23T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:24:18.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/30/T_T"&gt;T_T&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Oct 30, '07  9:16 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;He's not worth the wait.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Antagal kong nag-antay sa wala...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;still...&lt;br&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br&gt;Hoping.   &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/7922336853149887184-3671899326178673880?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/3671899326178673880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=3671899326178673880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/3671899326178673880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/3671899326178673880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-tt.html' title='Repost: T_T'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-470719751632588445</id><published>2009-02-23T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:23:50.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/29/Chinese"&gt;Chinese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Oct 26, '07  5:15 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I look even stressed during this sembreak compared nung may pasok pa due to many sleepless nights dahil sa panononood ng meteor garden.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kenshinroxanne.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RyI2kQoKCmUAAASUQ281"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ironic kasi dati, hindi ko talaga siya ganun kagusto and I used to laugh at people na inaabangan pa rin ang meteor garden sa GMA7 kahit na it has been aired two times sa channel 2, pero ngayon, talagang hindi ako natutulog para lang matapos ko yung buong series. Haha, naadik na yata ako kay Dao Ming Su.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ewan ko ba, pero pagkatapos kong manood ng isang Korean, Japanese or Taiwanese Drama, I tend to have a crush dun sa bidang lalaki. I'll crave for more information about him, tapos&lt;a href="http://kenshinroxanne.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RyI2kQoKCmUAAASUQ281"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isesearch ko sa net, download his pictures, read threads and forums about him and then...mawawawala na lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Katulad nung kay Ryo... I still like him and he will forever remain as my ultimate crush with Jun pero parang medyo humupa (tama ba yung term?). Nakakainis nga na humupa siya kasi&lt;a href="http://kenshinroxanne.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RyI2kQoKCmUAAASUQ281"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryo and Jun both serve as diversion... para hindi ko masyadong isipin ang realidad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos, I realized something... napatunayan ko na hindi naman ako talaga mahilig o nadala ng Asian Wave, yun bang gusto mo na lahat ng Koreans, Japanese and Taiwan since sila yung nagpasimula ng Asian Invasion sa Pilipinas. Napansin ko kasi na hindi ko gaano type yung culture ng mga Chinese...no offense pero yung language kasi...basta, hindi ko maexplain. Siguro mas gusto ko lang talaga ang mga Koreans and Japanese culture.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kenshinroxanne.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RyI2kQoKCmUAAASUQ281"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 155px;height: 112px;" class="alignmiddle" src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search29_files/2007-07-16-2141-38.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ironic di ba? Kasi kahit hindi ako mukhang intsik, may lahi akong instik, 1/4 ata. Yung picture sa taas; certificate yun. Member kasi kami dati ng Ong's Associations.  Lahat ng chinoy na may apelyidong Ong ay magkaka-org, to put it simply. Dati kasi hindi na active sina mama at mga kapatid niya. Tsaka they prefer males na maging active at magaling mag-Mandarin, akso yung tito ko na magaling mag-Mandarin ay nasa states na kaya ayun...naging dati.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Siguro, kung pumayag ako noong grade 3 ako na magtansfer sa isang Chinese school, marunong na ako siguro kahit papaano mag-Chinese. Natakot kasi ako nun eh, biruin mo, Grade 4 ako in English tapos biglang Kinder ako sa Chinese at ang magiging kaklase ko ay mga chikiting... umayaw ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayun. Kaya tuloy simpleng words lang ang kaya ko... tapos pagdating sa sulat, yung pangalan ko lang ang kaya ko, in Fookien pa... di ko alam sa Mandarin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero hindi ko naman pinagsisihan... okay lang naman kahit hindi ako matutong mag-Chinese, priority ko talaga ang matuto ng Japanese at Korean.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At hindi ko pa tapos ang Meteor Garden. Sobrang haba talaga siya unlike Hana Yori Dango. At kung ikukumpara mo ang dalawang version na ito, may kanya-kanyang kagandahan at kapangitan, depende na lang sa taste mo. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sige. sana matapos ko na ang MG... di bale, may nalalabi pang ilang araw bago mag-2nd sem.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Magraragnarok muna ako. :P   &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/7922336853149887184-470719751632588445?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/470719751632588445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=470719751632588445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/470719751632588445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/470719751632588445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-chinese.html' title='Repost: Chinese'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-6430620664683745686</id><published>2009-02-23T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:23:18.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/28/"&gt;:))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Oct 23, '07  3:50 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Been busy lately dahil sa scholarship. Magkakaroon kasi ng unity festival at kahit hindi ko naman gusto ay naisali ako sa sabayang pagbigkas, salamat sa kapatid ko. Sa gabi na nga lang ako nakakapag-net dahil sa practice. Huhu. Isang week din ng bakasyon ang kukuhanin nito sakin. Actually, bukas ang call time ay 9 am dahil mayroon daw trainor pero heto, gising pa ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kakatapos ko lang magragnarok. Medyo naadik na ako, pero isang oras lang naman isang araw. Baka kasi magtampo si lapitapi (peram ng word Tine) kung papagurin ko siya. Yun din yung naging advice sa kin ni Christine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dahil sa paglilimita ng paggamit sa laptop, nalilimitahan din ang paggamit sa pishi (peram ulit). Medyo natutuwa ako kasi at least makakapagpahinga siya kahit sa konting panahon upang maghanda na sa isa na namang panibagong sem na tiyak na mapupuno ng mga papel na kailangang isumite.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nagtataka din ako sa sarili ko kung bakit Tagalog ang post ko. Siguro ay dahil kakatapos ko lang basahin yung post ni Tine na Sien.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Medyo naiingit din ako dun sa president ng scholarship namin. Biruin mo, for interview na siya upang maging isang exchange student sa Korea. Astig talaga... makakakita na siya bng snow tapos makikita pa niya sa Hyun Bin. Wah. Gusto ko ring maging exchange student. T_T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Di ko na nakakausap si Tine, lalo na si Ernie. Tsk. Hindi kami nagkakaabutan sa ym. Si hamster naman, matatagalan pa bago magparamdam ulit iyon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alam kong wala ng direksyon ang sinusulat ko. Haha. Pagpasensiyahan niyo na lang. :P   &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/7922336853149887184-6430620664683745686?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/6430620664683745686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=6430620664683745686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6430620664683745686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6430620664683745686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost.html' title='Repost :))'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-6472738378071501327</id><published>2009-02-23T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:22:30.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/26/Exhausted"&gt;Exhausted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Sep 27, '07 12:30 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="kenshinroxanne" author_possessive="kenshinroxanne's"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;I'm feel tired and sleepy while I'm typing this sentence. This week and the week coming are my hell weeks and I'm not planning to sleep this night - not even a minute. There are really lots of things to do. I'm just taking a break that I've decided to write down this exhaustion eating the every piece of me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search26_files/dead.gif" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;I received an e-mail from my professor in cwts. The message really bothered me a lot since it was a warning for all of his students. This is what the email says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;em&gt;The presentation of your CWTS output is scheduled this wednesday&lt;br&gt;October 3, 2007 at PH 400 (not PH 207).  LCD projector is provided, you can&lt;br&gt;just bring your laptops with you.  Each group is given a very short&lt;br&gt;10-minute period to present the data you have collected, explaining what&lt;br&gt;your group intends to do for the UP Community's Centennial Celebration&lt;br&gt;next year.  Be brief, make it short, but fun and entertaining.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll be checking attendance at 9:30, presentations starts at 9:45 am.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Students who were absent September 26 AND October 3 will get a FAILING&lt;br&gt;grade.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Students who are absent October 3 will get a grade of INC.  You have no&lt;br&gt;excuse, Wednesday 9-12 is our CWTS schedule.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll be checking your blogs Monday midnight.  Students with incomplete&lt;br&gt;blog entries will get a grade of INC.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Inactive, non-participating group members should be reported to me&lt;br&gt;immediately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;Blood rushed over my head after I read the e-mail.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search26_files/williamtell.gif" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I wasn't able to come to class last Sept. 26 because my body gave due to lack of sleep. That class is from 9am-12pm, I woke up at 11am. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;But I think my blog posts are complete, that is if he hasn't asked us to reflect on something new.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I'm cooperative, I think since the concept plates of our group where MY idea. It's just that I wasn't able to come to class last Sept. 26 (just reiterating) that I haven't had the chance to let my professor knew the hard work I gave on coming up with that concept plates. But I'm not worried; I think my group mates are honest enough not to take credit of other's work... and yet I'm not sure with this. I barely know them and only have the time to talk to them whenever we have to do something as a group.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I'll definitely go to class on Oct. 3, since its the only chance I have. But even if I didn't come across this email, I'll still come. I hate being absent; makes me neurotic of thinking too much of what I missed and the consequences of missing what I missed.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;What if I get a grade of INC? Or worst failed?!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;WHOA... failing CWTS, it's not even a GE, not even a major.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;So right now, instead of making the papers I have for my majors and ge classes, I decided to put my time on creating the plates... just to be able to assure myself that I have done something, and I'm really doing what the subject requires. To stop myself from worrying of failing a cwts class.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I've already told mom the situation I'm in... and she got angry since it's only a cwts class that I'm about to fail. Sorry, can't stop of being pessimistic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I hope I'll be able to survive this hell week and the coming weeks&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I hope I'll see  "PASSED"  on my classcard in CWTS.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search26_files/big.gif" alt=""&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     				&lt;!-- ENTRY['ATTACH'] --&gt;&lt;!-- ENTRY['MUSIC']::START --&gt; 			 				Currently listening to: Rolling Star - Yui&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- ENTRY['MUSIC']::END --&gt;&lt;!-- ENTRY['BOOK']::START --&gt; 				Currently reading: "Kule&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- ENTRY['BOOK']::END --&gt;&lt;!-- ENTRY['MOOD']::START --&gt; 				 				Currently feeling: worried  &lt;/div&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/7922336853149887184-6472738378071501327?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/6472738378071501327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=6472738378071501327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6472738378071501327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6472738378071501327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-exhausted.html' title='Repost: Exhausted'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-2770272421091246887</id><published>2009-02-23T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:21:45.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Yet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/24/Yet_Again."&gt;Yet Again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Sep 23, '07  2:06 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Yet again, I'm torn. I'm always torn, I think! I'm having a hard time  to decide over things that are crucial in my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet again, I feel weak. Weak in the sense that it seems I really don't excel in something, like in academics, sports and entertainment (singing, dancing, drawing, writing). I'm such a L-O-S-E-R,  a mere average person who cannot even solve simple math problems and was told by her professor on time "Review your grade one arithmetic!".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet again, I feel bad, insecure, unhappy and miserable about myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet again, I miss him, a LOT. I wish I can see him and talk to him, tell him how I really feel. Tell him how sorry I am. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet again, I'm bombarded with regrets and what ifs. &lt;br&gt;Like I wish I am like this or that...&lt;br&gt;Like "what if I chose to live my life in a different way?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet again, I feel alone. No one can really understand how I feel.&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/7922336853149887184-2770272421091246887?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/2770272421091246887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=2770272421091246887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/2770272421091246887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/2770272421091246887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-yet-again.html' title='Repost: Yet Again'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-1375490575929352179</id><published>2009-02-23T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:20:27.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/23/P"&gt;:P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Sep 21, '07  3:43 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I must say this: I'm sorry. With all honesty, I can't be myself when I'm with you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngayon ko lang ito naramdaman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nakakalungkot na isipin na hindi mo matanggap kung sino ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are many rules that restricts my freedom and individuality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are times na I can't express myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dahil ba sa bawal?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sinabi mo bawal "huwag ganito, huwag ganyan".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nashock nga ako eh. Hindi na lang ako kumibo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero nasaktan talaga ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'm still hurt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ipinamumukha mo sa aking mahina ako&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At magaling ka.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fine!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aminado naman ako eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi ako tulad mo, hindi ako tulad ng sinumang tao sa mundo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ako si Roxanne!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi mo sigurong kayang tanggapin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;aking pagkatao.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puro na lang kahinaan ang nakikita mo sa akin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Puro uling.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tama na!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mabuti pa'y ako'y lumisan na&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At itigil ang kahibangang ito.&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/7922336853149887184-1375490575929352179?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/1375490575929352179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=1375490575929352179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/1375490575929352179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/1375490575929352179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-p.html' title='Repost: :P'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-8319187993767543964</id><published>2009-02-23T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:19:13.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/22/Farewell."&gt;Farewell.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Sep 14, '07 12:19 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  Left out. That's what I feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not like you, not in a thousand ways&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tried to find similarties&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero wala talaga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe, this all damn thing is just an illusion.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gumagawa ako ng pelikula kung saan bida ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It started really good&lt;br&gt;I even thought this will stay forever&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero hindi pala&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kasi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hindi ako kasingaling mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Napagod na rin ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Napagod ang bida&lt;br&gt;Napagod ang kontrabida&lt;br&gt;Napagod ang direktor&lt;br&gt;Napagod ang writer&lt;br&gt;Napagod ang producer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bakit ka napagod?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Siguro dahil sa akin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mediocre? That's the best word you SHOULD use to describe a LOSER like me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it may be hard to accept&lt;br&gt;But I think, the time has already come&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;para gumawa ka nang mas magandang pelikula&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Films that will bring you an award as prestigious as Cannes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;para hindi ka pulutin sa kangkunan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tulad ng kinasapitan ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7922336853149887184-8319187993767543964?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/8319187993767543964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=8319187993767543964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/8319187993767543964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/8319187993767543964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-farewell.html' title='Repost: Farewell'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-8946137908097507826</id><published>2009-02-23T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:18:28.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: What your name means (trip lang!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/21/What_your_name_means_trip_lang"&gt;What your name means (trip lang!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Aug 26, '07  3:22 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;You entered: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roxanne Therese Ong Delay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;There are 22 letters in your name.&lt;br&gt;Those 22 letters total to 110&lt;br&gt;There are  9 vowels and 13 consonants in your name.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;What your first name means:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;Persian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;Female&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;Variant of Roxana: Dawn; bright.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;French&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;Female&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;Dawn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your number is:&lt;/b&gt; 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The characteristics of #2 are: &lt;/b&gt;Cooperation, adaptability, consideration of others, partnering, mediating.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The expression or destiny for #2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;A number 2 Expression gives you the tools to work very well with other people. Your destiny is in the role of the mediator and the peacemaker. In many ways you are dependent on others and seem to function best in a partnership or in some form of group activity. Modesty runs deep in your nature, and you can work comfortably without recognition of your accomplishments. Often, others get credit for your ideas, and this is of little real concern to your since you are such a willing team player. As you grow in this direction, you become sensitive to the feelings of others, you are ever diplomatic in handling complicated situations. Cooperative, courteous, and considerate, you have the capacity to become an outstanding facilitator. You know how to organize and handle people. You are a good detail person because you rarely overlook anything. Tactful and friendly, nearly everyone likes you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;The negative 2 personality can be over-sensitive and easily hurt. Too much of this number in your makeup can make you very shy and uncertain. Sometimes the excessive 2 energies makes one apathetic and somewhat indifferent to the job at hand; the ability to handle details is hampered in these cases.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/b&gt; 3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Soul Urge number of 3 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;With the Soul Urge number 3 your desire in life is personal expression, and generally enjoying life to its fullest. You want to participate in an active social life and enjoy a large circle of friends. You want to be in the limelight, expressing your artistic or intellectual talents. Word skills may be your thing; speaking, writing, acting, singing. In a positive sense, the 3 energy is friendly, outgoing and always very social. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;You have a decidedly upbeat attitude that is rarely discouraged; a good mental and emotional balance. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;The 3 Soul Urge gives intuitive insight, thus, very high creative and inspirational tendencies. The truly outstanding trait shown by the 3 Soul Urge is that of self-expression, regardless of the field of endeavor. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;On the negative side, you may at times become too easygoing and too optimistic, tending to scatter forces and accomplish very little. Often, the excessive 3 energy produces non-stop talkers. Everyone has faults, but the 3 soul urge doesn't appreciate having these pointed out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/b&gt; 8&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Inner Dream number of 8 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You dream of success in the business or political world, of power and control of large material endeavors. You crave authority and recognition of executive skills. Your secret self may have very strong desire to become an entrepreneur.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits to chronicle11 since I discovered this through her site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I find this half accurate. Haha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp"&gt;http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/7922336853149887184-8946137908097507826?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/8946137908097507826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=8946137908097507826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/8946137908097507826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/8946137908097507826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-what-your-name-means-trip-lang.html' title='Repost: What your name means (trip lang!)'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-7901791891313021549</id><published>2009-02-23T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:17:22.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Sad. Sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/19/Sad._Sad."&gt;Sad. Sad.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Aug 21, '07  6:58 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Sad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ako makakapunta sa final interview ng Ex Libris&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've sprained my ankle; I can't even walk properly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And my mom become a watchdog - worst than a real one. She's guarding my every move.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ako pinayagang pumunta ng UP. I have to rest daw kasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The interview is the last process na kailangan for me to become a member.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang lahat ng efforts ko. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/7922336853149887184-7901791891313021549?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/7901791891313021549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=7901791891313021549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/7901791891313021549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/7901791891313021549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-sad-sad.html' title='Repost: Sad. Sad.'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-5253342841543990262</id><published>2009-02-23T23:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:16:56.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/17/Broken"&gt;Broken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Aug 14, '07 10:29 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Was it over? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes it was, for him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But not for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes,  it wasn't over yet. It just can't be. I still have feelings for him. I still love him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Really, i feel so dissapointed, so sad when he didn't even bother to greet me happy birthday last July.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakalimutan ba niya o sadyang kinalimutan niya?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gusto ko siyang makita, makausap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does he feel the same way?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anong gagawin ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Come to think of it, there is really nothing to be done.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm forever out of his life.   &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/7922336853149887184-5253342841543990262?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/5253342841543990262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=5253342841543990262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/5253342841543990262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/5253342841543990262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-broken.html' title='Repost: Broken'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-2939812544718846288</id><published>2009-02-23T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:16:27.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Lutang nung Mps 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/16/Lutang_noong_mps10"&gt;Lutang noong mps10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Aug 13, '07 10:17 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Kelan ko ba magagawa ang gusto kong gawin? Pero teka, ano ba talaga ang gusto kong gawin?&lt;br&gt;Gusto ko ba talagang mabuhay sa mundo? Paano ba mamatay nang walang nararamdamang sakit?&lt;br&gt;Lawyer, ambassador, piloto - akala ko, ito na ang "ultimate goal" na dapat kong maabot.&lt;br&gt;Hindi ba talaga? O yun ba talaga?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang gulo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saan, kailan, paano ko ba mahahanap ang aking sarili...ang sarili ko na makikita kong masaya - kuntento...walang alinlangan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Frustrated ba ako o sadyang frustrating lang ang buhay ko? Sinasadya ko bang maging ganito o dahil sa mundong ginagalawan ko?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lagi na lang ako...bakit ako? Siguro dapat mawala na ako sa lupang ibabaw, maging desparacidos - mawala ng parang bula.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hanapin mo kaya ako?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(ginawa ng manunulat sa gitna ng kanyang klase na malikhaing pagsulat 10. Pasensiya kung medyo walang coherence ang sentence.)   &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/7922336853149887184-2939812544718846288?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/2939812544718846288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=2939812544718846288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/2939812544718846288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/2939812544718846288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-lutang-nung-mps-10.html' title='Repost: Lutang nung Mps 10'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-3124968975115219715</id><published>2009-02-23T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:15:48.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Realizations</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/14/Realizations..."&gt;Realizations...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Jul 12, '07 10:18 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="kenshinroxanne" author_possessive="kenshinroxanne's"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've come to realize something. There's no need for time machine; no need to go desperately back in the past. No need to regret things that had happened and wish a for a different ending. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Regrets wouldn't change a thing or two. Everything in the past had happened for a reason only the Creator knows. Maybe it's to teach me different important things in life. And if it were not for those things, I may not be the person I am right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, I'm quite contented with my life, I think. I like the way I am right now. I have friends whom I know are all true. Acquaintances to adds spice to my happy life; family to always support and encourage to just fight and go on; crushes for the added "kilig" factor; idols to admire and a dog to play with. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; I feel that every each day that passes by, I become a better person, ready to take new challenges. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, I just hope I will never commit those mistakes again. Haha, maybe, I'll become less serious, avoid acting hastily and just enjoy things life has to offer and have fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;:P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&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/7922336853149887184-3124968975115219715?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/3124968975115219715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=3124968975115219715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/3124968975115219715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/3124968975115219715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-realizations.html' title='Repost: Realizations'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-4580424156579301242</id><published>2009-02-23T23:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:14:55.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/11/Regrets."&gt;Regrets.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Jul 9, '07  6:24 AM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;    I have a lot of regrets, but the one I regretted the most was not being able to enjoy HS days&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I should have opted to enjoy my high school days. Back then, I was so serious, a grade conscious students who has to be at her best all the time. I forgot to be myself as I have to be different to live up by the expectations by the people that surround me. I was so selfish! I only focused on myself, eventually turning myself into an apathetic robot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In doing so, I know I hurt so many people. I wasn't aware that I lost important friends, even turning some into enemies. I was so damn righteous and doesn't even have the idea that the word FUN exists. A single violation made by my friend, I will immediately reprimand them for their actions. This friend will then turn into a mere acquaintance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know, my batch remembered me as someone unapproachable, unreachable and serious. I want them to remember the real me, reachable, approachable, fun; someone you can talk to with anything under the sun. I want them to remember me as a person not because of the things made me famous in the campus; I want them to remember me as someone average, yet with a big heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Where can I buy a cheap time machine? I desperately need one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to go back in time so badly. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now? I feel bored studying. Sawa na ako! I feel that it's the only thing I've been doing in my life. I want to do something new. Having said that, I really don't know if I will still consider on pursuing a career in law. Haha, I don't think I can survive. I'm also starting to doubt my capabilities. &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search11_files/smile.png"&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/7922336853149887184-4580424156579301242?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/4580424156579301242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=4580424156579301242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/4580424156579301242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/4580424156579301242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-regrets.html' title='Repost: Regrets'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-736566882631001586</id><published>2009-02-23T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:14:03.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost: What a tiring day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/10/What_a_Day"&gt;What a Day!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Jul 4, '07  3:37 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="kenshinroxanne" author_possessive="kenshinroxanne's"&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What a tiring day! Sobra!&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/tongue.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Usually, a Wednesday is a day where you really have nothing to do. Though I have classes during Wednesday, they're not heavy academically (CWTS and Sports Climbing). But this Wednesday, July 4, 2007 was really a different one. So many things had transpired that though it made me quite exhausted at the end of the day, it gave me an inspiration to post a blog regarding this day. (Haha, may test pa ako sa Psych 150 bukas... Tsk tsk, kakatamad magreview!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hmm... First thing I did was to attend my CWTS class. Sobrang kakaiba ang CWTS ngayong araw na ito. Usually, the students were dismissed 30 minutes/ 1 hour earlier, pero ngayon, we were dismissed past 12:30! By the way, schedule of CWTS is every Wednesday, 9 am to 12 pm (see? how late we were dismissed! :P)&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/angry.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; The lecture was given by Prof. Quilop from the department of Political Science. He graduated as the 2nd summa cum laude of my beloved college, CSSP kaya ayun... sobrang bigat ng discussion and medyo may pagkastrict din siya. Actually, andami niyang pinahiyang students who were doing things not related sa class. In a form of a joke siya pero in front of 200 students? Mapapahiya ka nga naman talaga. Nakakatawa kasi ituturo ka pa niya and he would guess what exactly you are doing. Ang mga madalas napansin ay yung mga lovers na *you know* (hahaha :P) nilalanggam na. Meron din yung mga nagtetext o yung isa na inaantok. He even asked kung bakit inaantok yung isang student and the student gave a valid reason naman, galing kasi daw ng Malaysia so medyo pagod pa. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/sad.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Then naglunch kami ni Lianne sa Casaa. Ay oo nga pala, nakita ko si Sir Xiao at Rani. Hehe... Miss ko na yung pagtambay ko sa room ni Sir. :P&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;After having our lunch, LIanne and I departed in separate ways, kasama niya si Jeanne nagpunta sa CSWCD para naman sa CWTS nila. As for me, I headed straight to the library para magreview. Haha, actually, hindi rin ako nakapagreview... nagbasa lang ako ng diyaro at nagpahangin sa lib. :))&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;After reading  almost ALL newspaper available to read and getting enough air from the large electric fan beside me, I decided na magpunta na sa Film Center. We were required in KAS 2 to watch the Gawad Plaridel Awarding Ceremony. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Gawad Plaridel award started 4 years ago and Eugenia Apostol was the first awardee, followed by Gov. Vilma Santos, Tiya Dely and Cheche Lazaro, who is the recipient of the award this year. According to the souvenir program&lt;br&gt;"Ang karangalang ito ay ibinibigay ng UP sa mga katatangi-tanging praktisiyoner ng midya" :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;U didn't expect that few big names will attend the ceremony. I saw siyempre CheChe Lazaro. Maria Nessa from ABSCBN was also there. Tiya Dely, Bernadette Sembrano etc. Haha... Nandun din si Pres. Roman and Chancellor Cao. And how could I forget Ms. Ana Theresa Licaros? A summa cum laude graduate from College Mass Communication who is now taking up law and represented the Philippines in the last Ms. Universe Pageant. What a combination of beauty and brain!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sobrang dami ng tao. At first, Lianne and I had no choice but to stand sa likod but luck came! We were ushered to&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;RESERVE seats which weren't occupied! Yippee! Nasa likod kami nung una then instant mega HARAP!!! Haha, nasa likod kami nung mga "big people" :P&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Natapos ung program bandang 3:50 pm. Gusto ko pa sanang magpa-autograph kay Ms. Che Che Lazaro or to any other personality who were there kaso mission impossible... Ang hirap! Pinaligiran siya ng mga "importanteng tao rin". Haha! Sino ba naman ako para maki-join sa kanila. :P&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway... tambay muna kami ni Lianne sa sunken. Nakita namin si Trina!!! Yippe! Classmate namin sa review classes! Then dumating yung Weji, oooopssss, Jammin then followed by Ernest. Sabay-sabay na rin kaming pumunta ng UP theater for the UP Pep rally ng 6:24, the program will start according to our tickets ng 7. Required kasi ako sa PE namin. Wala akong PE ngayon so as to give students time to watch the Pep rally.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pagdating sa theater, nakita namin si Faye. Di muna kami pumasok kasi walang kasama si Faye. Inantay namin yung friend niya. Fast ForwARD! Dumating yung friend niya ang voila! Nasa loob na kami... past 7:30 na siya nag-start.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OKay naman... mejo sablay lang yung ibang performance. Hehe, what could you expect nga naman? Varsity sila so yung iba lang ang biniyayaan din ng talento sa larangan ng entertainment. Yung opening, maganda... pero yung sumunod, di ko na makita yung essence nung program. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then tumawag si Mama... Hanggang 10 lang daw yung Burgoo. So dapat umalis kami sa UP ng 8:45... di na namin tatapusin yung PEP rally. Hahaha. Birthday kasi ni Mama... 50 na sila ni Tita! Ehehe.. kaya may onting celebration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mega Taxi kami ni Lianne papuntang Gateway... :P Ayun.. Masarap yung food. :P Tapos nakakatawa kasi kinantahan pa ng mga waiter and waitresses sina Mama at Tita ng Happy Birthday with matching free Ice cream cake! Guess who ate the Ice cream cake? Walang iba kundi kami ni Lianne.. Ahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After stuffing so much food in our stomach that we can't hardly even breath sa kabusugan! Bloated talaga! So may contest ng paliitan ng stomach!... Ahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then we headed home... :P Nanood muna ako ng news bago matulog... The nagising ng 2 para magreview na sa Psych 150... kaso nakakatamad talaga, kaya eto ako.. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hay.. I feel sleepy... :P Yawn! Yawn! Yawn!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The End. :P&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/smile.png"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/smile.png"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" href="item/10/What_a_Day"&gt;What a Day!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;Jul 4, '07  3:37 PM&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br&gt; for everyone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="kenshinroxanne" author_possessive="kenshinroxanne's"&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What a tiring day! Sobra!&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/tongue.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Usually, a Wednesday is a day where you really have nothing to do. Though I have classes during Wednesday, they're not heavy academically (CWTS and Sports Climbing). But this Wednesday, July 4, 2007 was really a different one. So many things had transpired that though it made me quite exhausted at the end of the day, it gave me an inspiration to post a blog regarding this day. (Haha, may test pa ako sa Psych 150 bukas... Tsk tsk, kakatamad magreview!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hmm... First thing I did was to attend my CWTS class. Sobrang kakaiba ang CWTS ngayong araw na ito. Usually, the students were dismissed 30 minutes/ 1 hour earlier, pero ngayon, we were dismissed past 12:30! By the way, schedule of CWTS is every Wednesday, 9 am to 12 pm (see? how late we were dismissed! :P)&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/angry.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; The lecture was given by Prof. Quilop from the department of Political Science. He graduated as the 2nd summa cum laude of my beloved college, CSSP kaya ayun... sobrang bigat ng discussion and medyo may pagkastrict din siya. Actually, andami niyang pinahiyang students who were doing things not related sa class. In a form of a joke siya pero in front of 200 students? Mapapahiya ka nga naman talaga. Nakakatawa kasi ituturo ka pa niya and he would guess what exactly you are doing. Ang mga madalas napansin ay yung mga lovers na *you know* (hahaha :P) nilalanggam na. Meron din yung mga nagtetext o yung isa na inaantok. He even asked kung bakit inaantok yung isang student and the student gave a valid reason naman, galing kasi daw ng Malaysia so medyo pagod pa. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/sad.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Then naglunch kami ni Lianne sa Casaa. Ay oo nga pala, nakita ko si Sir Xiao at Rani. Hehe... Miss ko na yung pagtambay ko sa room ni Sir. :P&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;After having our lunch, LIanne and I departed in separate ways, kasama niya si Jeanne nagpunta sa CSWCD para naman sa CWTS nila. As for me, I headed straight to the library para magreview. Haha, actually, hindi rin ako nakapagreview... nagbasa lang ako ng diyaro at nagpahangin sa lib. :))&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;After reading  almost ALL newspaper available to read and getting enough air from the large electric fan beside me, I decided na magpunta na sa Film Center. We were required in KAS 2 to watch the Gawad Plaridel Awarding Ceremony. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Gawad Plaridel award started 4 years ago and Eugenia Apostol was the first awardee, followed by Gov. Vilma Santos, Tiya Dely and Cheche Lazaro, who is the recipient of the award this year. According to the souvenir program&lt;br&gt;"Ang karangalang ito ay ibinibigay ng UP sa mga katatangi-tanging praktisiyoner ng midya" :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;U didn't expect that few big names will attend the ceremony. I saw siyempre CheChe Lazaro. Maria Nessa from ABSCBN was also there. Tiya Dely, Bernadette Sembrano etc. Haha... Nandun din si Pres. Roman and Chancellor Cao. And how could I forget Ms. Ana Theresa Licaros? A summa cum laude graduate from College Mass Communication who is now taking up law and represented the Philippines in the last Ms. Universe Pageant. What a combination of beauty and brain!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sobrang dami ng tao. At first, Lianne and I had no choice but to stand sa likod but luck came! We were ushered to&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;RESERVE seats which weren't occupied! Yippee! Nasa likod kami nung una then instant mega HARAP!!! Haha, nasa likod kami nung mga "big people" :P&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Natapos ung program bandang 3:50 pm. Gusto ko pa sanang magpa-autograph kay Ms. Che Che Lazaro or to any other personality who were there kaso mission impossible... Ang hirap! Pinaligiran siya ng mga "importanteng tao rin". Haha! Sino ba naman ako para maki-join sa kanila. :P&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway... tambay muna kami ni Lianne sa sunken. Nakita namin si Trina!!! Yippe! Classmate namin sa review classes! Then dumating yung Weji, oooopssss, Jammin then followed by Ernest. Sabay-sabay na rin kaming pumunta ng UP theater for the UP Pep rally ng 6:24, the program will start according to our tickets ng 7. Required kasi ako sa PE namin. Wala akong PE ngayon so as to give students time to watch the Pep rally.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pagdating sa theater, nakita namin si Faye. Di muna kami pumasok kasi walang kasama si Faye. Inantay namin yung friend niya. Fast ForwARD! Dumating yung friend niya ang voila! Nasa loob na kami... past 7:30 na siya nag-start.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OKay naman... mejo sablay lang yung ibang performance. Hehe, what could you expect nga naman? Varsity sila so yung iba lang ang biniyayaan din ng talento sa larangan ng entertainment. Yung opening, maganda... pero yung sumunod, di ko na makita yung essence nung program. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then tumawag si Mama... Hanggang 10 lang daw yung Burgoo. So dapat umalis kami sa UP ng 8:45... di na namin tatapusin yung PEP rally. Hahaha. Birthday kasi ni Mama... 50 na sila ni Tita! Ehehe.. kaya may onting celebration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mega Taxi kami ni Lianne papuntang Gateway... :P Ayun.. Masarap yung food. :P Tapos nakakatawa kasi kinantahan pa ng mga waiter and waitresses sina Mama at Tita ng Happy Birthday with matching free Ice cream cake! Guess who ate the Ice cream cake? Walang iba kundi kami ni Lianne.. Ahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After stuffing so much food in our stomach that we can't hardly even breath sa kabusugan! Bloated talaga! So may contest ng paliitan ng stomach!... Ahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then we headed home... :P Nanood muna ako ng news bago matulog... The nagising ng 2 para magreview na sa Psych 150... kaso nakakatamad talaga, kaya eto ako.. :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hay.. I feel sleepy... :P Yawn! Yawn! Yawn!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The End. :P&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/smile.png"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/smile.png"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Twins/Desktop/Wejiweji/search10_files/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&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/7922336853149887184-736566882631001586?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/736566882631001586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=736566882631001586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/736566882631001586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/736566882631001586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2009/02/repost-what-tiring-day.html' title='Repost: What a tiring day!'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-6415933513268750017</id><published>2008-03-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:03:11.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Should i be nice and give passing grades to students who did not participate enough in the group projects? and Why?"</title><content type='html'>I think it would be fair enough to give grades base on the student's contribution, participation and attendance on the group projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Maybe they are busy with something else - acads, orgs, family, friends, lovelife.&lt;br /&gt;             Maybe some weren't receiving any messages since they are not member of Nicenet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Not.&lt;br /&gt;Why Not? Everyone is busy with something else - acads, orgs, family, friends, lovelife.&lt;br /&gt;                        They should have the initiative to text their group leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But definitely not to those who have contributed nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As in wala talaga, yung sumulpot na lang nung end na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922336853149887184-6415933513268750017?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/6415933513268750017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=6415933513268750017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6415933513268750017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6415933513268750017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2008/03/should-i-be-nice-and-give-passing.html' title='&quot;Should i be nice and give passing grades to students who did not participate enough in the group projects? and Why?&quot;'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-2760115634985086146</id><published>2008-03-13T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:06:39.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9kk0uMfynI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vLOvoDamwnA/s1600-h/IMGP2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9kk0uMfynI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vLOvoDamwnA/s400/IMGP2469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177209734811339378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Publicity Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say all my thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patriz&lt;/span&gt; for the food. Really, all of it were delicious. It was you who had it all going, you were always there to assist all of us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala ak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ong masabi sa effort na binigay mo, pati ng friends mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaristi&lt;/span&gt; for encouraging all the publicity committee members to have the fashion show, though it was a little bit embarrassing and all I did was to take pictures and laugh while having my pseudo fashion walk. You really did a good job in leading the publicity group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brenda&lt;/span&gt; for being my number one companion through the semester. You are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt; for helping me calling the bars in the metro. You managed to saved a great deal of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Jen &lt;/span&gt;for being always on the go no matter what, especially in selling the shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristine &lt;/span&gt;for your ideas that always helped everyone to have the sense of direction of what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt; and your band for the song and its recording. ^^&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, &lt;/span&gt;thanks for the talk you, Agnes and I shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9kmquMfyoI/AAAAAAAAAxE/XKNfHflsDAw/s1600-h/IMGP2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9kmquMfyoI/AAAAAAAAAxE/XKNfHflsDAw/s400/IMGP2463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177211762035903106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Deocariza &lt;/span&gt;- without you, this wouldn't have been possible. I'm surely gonna miss the class. Thanks for allowing us to experience of how it feels to be part of the celebration of the anniversary of the college. It was really worth all the time and effort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922336853149887184-2760115634985086146?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/2760115634985086146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=2760115634985086146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/2760115634985086146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/2760115634985086146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9kk0uMfynI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vLOvoDamwnA/s72-c/IMGP2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-3925788606999017584</id><published>2008-03-11T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T05:22:07.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Komedya: Serenata ng Banda</title><content type='html'>T_T Sad Sad. I forgot to bring my camera that day that I've watched that performance of the UP Symphony Band at the AS Steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this will be the only entry of which I can show you guys any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like what I have mentioned above, the UP Symphonic Band performed in part of the University's Celebration of Komedya during the month of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Lopez, a distinguished faculty of the College of Music was the head conductor of the band. I would also like to mention that he is currently the Vice President of the Samahan ng Banda ng Pilipinas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave a short lecture first about what seranata is.&lt;br /&gt;According to him,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; serenata&lt;/span&gt; is played or presented during the bisperas of a town fiesta.It started way back in 1821 Two bands compete by playing all the compositions/songs they know until one band emerges as a winner. So its like, the more songs y0u know or the band knows, the more likely that it will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, rules were changed so instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padamihan ng pagtugtog ng alam na piyesa, &lt;/span&gt;each band were now asked by playing what they call a set which consists of four categories compositions a band has to play: the concert march, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obertura&lt;/span&gt;, the solo instrument, dueto of the clarinet and flute, trio with French horn or a string quartet and lastly is the modern music which more likely are film music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the band begins to play.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to watch them to play to composition and really they were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still regret that I wasn't to capture the moment, either in the form of video or picture. Too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&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/7922336853149887184-3925788606999017584?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/3925788606999017584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=3925788606999017584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/3925788606999017584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/3925788606999017584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2008/03/komedya-serenata-ng-banda.html' title='Komedya: Serenata ng Banda'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-8713626774500155890</id><published>2008-03-11T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:39:37.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSSP Exhibit Launching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9Z0EuMfyiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/VYx3prMiLYM/s1600-h/IMGP2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9Z0EuMfyiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/VYx3prMiLYM/s320/IMGP2281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176452446177708578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add me, subtract sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the gruesome preparation with time and efforts given, I am so happy because finally, I can see everything into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see all the outcome in one event was fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that your classmates wears the shirts you've been selling/thinking of what design to print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that exhibit that highlights the transformation Palma through the years makes you feel proud that CSSP is and will always be your college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the smiles of the professors, staff and fellow students as they applaud on the movie presented in tribute to thy respected college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that everyone wants a copy of the bookmark my good friend made and joy I feel while giving the people in the lobby of these precious bookmarks that deprived me of my precious Sunday and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure. I am glad that I took this class.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud that I have witnessed with my very own eyes, how CSSP celebrated its 25 years of existence during the 100th year of the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9bMr-MfyjI/AAAAAAAAAwg/K4HKCTSDV8k/s1600-h/IMGP2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9bMr-MfyjI/AAAAAAAAAwg/K4HKCTSDV8k/s320/IMGP2283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176549877510818354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add Sir, Subtract Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surely going to miss the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more pictures of thy event http://kenshinroxanne.multiply.com/photos/album/36/CSSP_Exhibit_Launching#&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/7922336853149887184-8713626774500155890?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/8713626774500155890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=8713626774500155890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/8713626774500155890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/8713626774500155890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2008/03/cssp-exhibit-launching.html' title='CSSP Exhibit Launching'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9Z0EuMfyiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/VYx3prMiLYM/s72-c/IMGP2281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-6064556189959550269</id><published>2008-03-08T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:14:09.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Behind the CSSP Tribute Song</title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a need for me to introduce the man everyone must be indebted with (haha, whole CWTS class I think) for without him and his marvelous creativity, CSSP tribute song wouldn't come to exist in this material world.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ehem Ehem. Drum Roll Please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is an honor for me to introduce the one and only, Mr. Ernest Jean Angeles". *clap clap* ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9JkauMfyeI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ai243sCfqEo/s1600-h/IMG_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9JkauMfyeI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ai243sCfqEo/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175309332041943522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9JnIOMfyfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/po5wZAakE-4/s1600-h/IMGP0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9JnIOMfyfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/po5wZAakE-4/s320/IMGP0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175312312749246962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the Difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ernest or Ernie for short ay isa sa pinakamalapit kong kaibigan sa UP. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakilala ko siya nung first year pa lang ako, ngunit mas naging close kami noong unang semestre ng aking pangalawang taon sa UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang galit niya magsulat, mapa-English man o Tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day, when we were enjoying the soft breeze sa sunken garden, naisipan kong humingi ng tulong sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako: Ernie, makakagawa ka ba ng poem na magiging tribute sa CSSP?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ernie: Ah, sige. (sabay kuha ng ballpen at ng kanyang magic notebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he managed to produce a wonderful lyrics in just less than 30 minutes! Isn't that amazing?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9Jo3-MfyhI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6NKwyo_M2uU/s1600-h/IMGP2458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9Jo3-MfyhI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6NKwyo_M2uU/s320/IMGP2458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175314232599628306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang thankful ako sa kanya kasi kahit anong titig ko sa papel, walang talaga akong maisulat, He was my messiah at that particular moment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really uber duper lucky to have him as my friend. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know morew about him, you can visit his site at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.estongdakila.multiply.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie.Thank you so much! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922336853149887184-6064556189959550269?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/6064556189959550269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=6064556189959550269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6064556189959550269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/6064556189959550269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-behind-cssp-tribute-song.html' title='The Man Behind the CSSP Tribute Song'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R9JkauMfyeI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ai243sCfqEo/s72-c/IMG_1907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-8081527500616754303</id><published>2008-03-02T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:50:32.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Saleswoman for a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8qFo7fnCCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XtMmMMur-uM/s1600-h/IMGP2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8qFo7fnCCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XtMmMMur-uM/s200/IMGP2288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173094060199970850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda And I, ready to get the sihirts. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realized how hard it is to sell stuff to people.&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand how hard is the job of SM's salesmen/saleslady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 weeks, I was unfortunate enough to sell shirts - to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to UP early at 9 am which I'm not used to this semester since my class usually starts at 11 am.&lt;br /&gt;I was given the chance to meet people from all walks of life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dadaan sa booth, sobrang interesadong bumili ng shirt pero nung nalaman ang presyo, goodbye na.&lt;br /&gt;b. Ok lang sa kanya ang presyo (mayaman siguro) pero napaka-"undecided sa design" na biglang aayaw sa huli matapos guluhin at buklatin lahat ng shirts na maayos na nakatupi.&lt;br /&gt;c. Yug iba, pili ng shirt, bayad kaagad, tanong kung kelan makukuha then evaporate.&lt;br /&gt;d. Yung iba, matapos magbayad, nakokonsensiya ata kaya tumutulong sa pagtutupi ng shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned?&lt;br /&gt;Be very courteous all the time &lt;br /&gt;Try to match your "saleslady "attitude" base on the character of the customer.&lt;br /&gt;Customers are not always right&lt;br /&gt;Smile all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I was able to practice my very poor PR skills.&lt;br /&gt;And I get a free shirt - courtesy of Pat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922336853149887184-8081527500616754303?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/8081527500616754303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=8081527500616754303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/8081527500616754303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/8081527500616754303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-saleswoman-for-while.html' title='Being a Saleswoman for a while.'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8qFo7fnCCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XtMmMMur-uM/s72-c/IMGP2288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-1495133009313547164</id><published>2008-02-18T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:25:16.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Hopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8p9A7fnB-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/TMnqfkKtufM/s1600-h/IMGP2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8p9A7fnB-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/TMnqfkKtufM/s200/IMGP2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173084576912181218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backward Trace of Events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Publicity Committee first decided to have a Concert so as to publicize the upcoming events of the college. Months passed and we still weren't able to do something about the concert due to lack of resources; that is why we opted to have a bar party instead of a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a bar party. Honestly, I felt relieved and worried at the same time since finally we don't have to do a concert which I think will be really hard to organized but I was ASSIGNED by Prof. Deocariza to head the logistics of the bar party. Really, I want to decline, but Prof Deocariza was so fast in emphasizing that I will be the one he'll contact for updates and asked me to write down his number. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the quest of finding the perfect place of the party began. First, I surfed online to get necessary information about bars in the metro like there contact number and address. After which, I will call them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isa-isa&lt;/span&gt; to be able to know the bar's capacity, bar's rental fee and discounts/freebies they could give us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling them one by one is horrible! Some numbers I found in the internet are out of service; others have a terrible call center agents who are too grumpy to ask simple questions. Others were in doubt knowing that I'm a student while the rest were so willing to have their bars chosen that they've asked my cellphone number and bug me during ungodly hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who were so willing were visited by my mother and my tita. YES! I've asked my mother and tita to bar hop for me. It's not that I'm being lazy or anything but I just don't have the time to still go out 10 pm onwards. I really thanked them for being so generous on their time just to help finish what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8p-RrfnB_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/_d7Oka0eG6o/s1600-h/IMGP2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8p-RrfnB_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/_d7Oka0eG6o/s200/IMGP2016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173085964186617842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                       My Mom negotiating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just want to share couple of experiences they have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nung nasa taxi daw sila, pangisi-ngisi daw yung mga drayber ng mga nasakyan nilang taxi. Akala yata ay matrona sila na naghahanap ng alam-niyo-na-kung-ano. &lt;/span&gt;One of them even dared to ask mt mother and Tita &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gigimik kayo?", sabat tawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O kaya naman, yung mga tingin ng mga taong nasa bar. Pulos kasi ang mga nasa bar ay yung mga taong nasa kalendaryo pa ang edad. In short, nagtataka sila kung ano ang ginagawa ng mga tulad nila mama na 50 years old na sa isang bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the time to report all the data My mom, tita and I gathered. It was disappointing since Prof. Deocariza didn't approve any of the proposed bars due to their being so expensive. I was tasked to find a cheap bar that has the capacity to be filled with at least 100 people. And he mentioned a bar named "Palawan 2" in the outskirts of Cubao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mission Impossible. A cheap bar that can host 100 people? You got to be kidding me! So I partake in the bar hopping to be able to let myself see how a bar looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8p_IrfnCAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/iJEWWJfMW8s/s1600-h/IMGP2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8p_IrfnCAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/iJEWWJfMW8s/s200/IMGP2040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173086909079422978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8p_z7fnCBI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0A0_ZipRS_E/s1600-h/IMGP2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8p_z7fnCBI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0A0_ZipRS_E/s200/IMGP2036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173087652108765202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside and Outside of Palawan 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found? Palawan 2  = very cheap. Sorry to say pero in looks like a plain beer house in the corner. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maliit, mapanghi, 1 fire exit only, it can hold 100 people but it will be very crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God because Mr. Deocariza decided to change the project. Thank you for being so considerate and see that its a mission impossible with the resources at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided na lang to let us create a song as a tribute to CSSP ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922336853149887184-1495133009313547164?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/1495133009313547164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=1495133009313547164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/1495133009313547164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/1495133009313547164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2008/02/bar-hopping.html' title='Bar Hopping'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R8p9A7fnB-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/TMnqfkKtufM/s72-c/IMGP2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-5537676940931251300</id><published>2008-02-12T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:45:16.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookmark Cramming</title><content type='html'>My very first Filipino post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko siyang isulat sa Tagalog kasi sa tingin ko i will be able to express myself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R7IueiXpr4I/AAAAAAAAAvA/TcRaQTNDCQE/s1600-h/BK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R7IueiXpr4I/AAAAAAAAAvA/TcRaQTNDCQE/s200/BK2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166242824704339842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R7IuKCXpr3I/AAAAAAAAAu4/qlZjJeo0awg/s1600-h/bk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R7IuKCXpr3I/AAAAAAAAAu4/qlZjJeo0awg/s200/bk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166242472517021554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapithapon, alas sais na. Paalis na ang araw, makulimlim na ang langit, parating na ang buwan saka pa lamang natapos ng aking kaibigan ang layout ng bookmark na pinagawa ko para sa launching ng CSSP Week Centennial Celebration. Dali-dali akong umalis ng bahay matapos kong maligo at maisave ang larawan sa aking USB upang magpunta ng UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi, alas sais trenta ako dumating ng SC. Nagmamadaling binagtas ang daan patungo sa YZA, ang stall kung saan ako magpapaprint. Kaso, ang malas ko talaga kasi kakaalis pa lamang nung magprintprint at isa pa, hindi pa nakalayout ng maramihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andami kong pinuntahang stall, mula GreenShoppe hanggang isko. Wala talaga. Kung hindi walang papel, walang ink o kaya walang magpiprint at maglalayout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapanic na ako. Gusto ko ng umuwi, nakakainis kasing isipin na Linggo tapos nasa eskuwelahan ka nang bigla kong makita ang isa maliit na stall. Naalala ko na iyon pala ang stall na nilagpasan ko sapagkat nagkaroon na ako ng mapait na karanasan doon, nakakakuha ako ng bloodhound virus mula sa kanilang mga computer na siyang muntik nang sumira sa aking mahal na deskstop. Buti na lamang ay magaling si AVG. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, eh di ayun, pumasok ako. Agad tinanong kung ano ba ang kailangan ko. "Magpapalayout po at magpapaprint ng bookmark" in straight English ang sagot ko (hahaha) @_@. "May file ka nung image?" tanong sa akin ni Kuya. Siyempre meron ay nasa USB ko. Pagkabigay ng USB ko ay agad na niya itong sinimulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal tagal din akong naghintay bago ko nakuha ang inaasam na bookmark. Mahirap daw kasing maglayout sabi ni Kuya na back to back. Dapat daw pantay. Ilang beses ding nagkamali sa pagprint. Minsan malaki masyado tapos biglang maliit. Tapos marami pang iba ding nagpapaprint ng picture kaya naantala ang trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makalipas ang isang oras, natapos din. Kaso may bagong problema. Hindi raw sila gumugupit at binalaan na rin ako na sarado ang mga stall na naggugupit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabay tawag ni Jaristi ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos kausapin si Jaristi, agad kong tinawagan ang isa sa pinakamatalik kong kaibigan sa Psych. Inhinyero ang mga magulang nito kaya tiyak ay may mahihiram ang kahoy na panggupit.&lt;br /&gt;Pumayag naman si Tinek kaya agad akong pumunta sa sakayan ngupang mag-antay ng dyip. Sa teacher's village ang bahay ni Tinek kaya madali lamang puntahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ko sa bahay niya, ay mabilis lamang niyang inabot ang cutter. Gusto ko pa sanang makikain kaso gabi na. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas nuwebe na ako narating ng bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R7IoYiXpr2I/AAAAAAAAAuw/G7GK4h1BU5s/s1600-h/IMGP2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R7IoYiXpr2I/AAAAAAAAAuw/G7GK4h1BU5s/s200/IMGP2266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166236124555358050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agad kong sinimulan guipitin ang 80 na bookmark. :D&lt;br /&gt;Natapos ako ng alas onse ng gabi.&lt;br /&gt;Medyo mapurol din kasi yung cutter kaya minsan gumagamit ako ng gunting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922336853149887184-5537676940931251300?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/5537676940931251300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=5537676940931251300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/5537676940931251300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/5537676940931251300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2008/02/bookmark-cramming.html' title='Bookmark Cramming'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R7IueiXpr4I/AAAAAAAAAvA/TcRaQTNDCQE/s72-c/BK2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922336853149887184.post-275353223463043543</id><published>2008-01-29T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:05:50.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>UP Centennial Kick-off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6kzJIjz_aI/AAAAAAAAAtU/UYzR_7ZsoxY/s1600-h/IMGP1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6kzJIjz_aI/AAAAAAAAAtU/UYzR_7ZsoxY/s200/IMGP1745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163714679766515106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ecstatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the word that I can best described the UP Centennial Kick-Off Activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Sometimes, I still can't believe that I am part, a student of the ever prestigious UP Academe and fortunately be one with pride and glorious hearts to welcome UP's Celebration of 100 years of not just mere existence, but EXCELLENCE. It really makes you feel not only proud of yourself ut proud of what UP has been in service and contributed not only to the Philippine Society but also to the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6kz5Yjz_bI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1P9eRkf8zGo/s1600-h/IMGP1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6kz5Yjz_bI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1P9eRkf8zGo/s200/IMGP1763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163715508695203250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   UP has been in service to the Filipino People for 100 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with me are thousands of my fellow "Skolars ng Bayan" from different UP campuses across the country with . This the first time that I ever saw a complete representation of Faculty, Staff, Alumni, and Students from the whole UP System!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6k4VIjz_dI/AAAAAAAAAts/xdMTPXbqj-k/s1600-h/IMGP1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6k4VIjz_dI/AAAAAAAAAts/xdMTPXbqj-k/s200/IMGP1743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163720383483084242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Dawn in front of the Lion Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;engrande&lt;/span&gt; into the deepest sense! There were motorcades, lion dances, parade of students, faculty, staff and alumni from different UP contingents and sky jumpers! Yes sky jumpers! It was my first time to see one, thanks to UP, they were carrying banners that carries the emblem of different campuses welcomed the beginning of the events. People really run near the field beside Plaridel Hall just to witness this once in a lifetime event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6l4H4jz_lI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iir4tVuwGHg/s1600-h/IMGP1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6l4H4jz_lI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iir4tVuwGHg/s200/IMGP1806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163790524593995346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 10 Tambuli were played and 100 kwitis were fired to signaled the beginning of the program. After which, 100 torches were lit by significant individuals who serve very important role in UP. The first one to lit the torch was a 10 year old UP Engineering Alumnus. Really, I can't believe that there is actually still a living individual who saw UP back in 1933's. How I would love to have a talk with him and share stories of the University we are truly proud of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6k30Yjz_cI/AAAAAAAAAtk/TJEYEvPGdH4/s1600-h/IMGP1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6k30Yjz_cI/AAAAAAAAAtk/TJEYEvPGdH4/s200/IMGP1814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163719820842368450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Engr. Fernando Javier, the 100 year old UP Alumnus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last torch was lit by the current President, Dr. Emerlinda Roman, she was also the one who gave life to the UP Cauldron with the flames of her torch. As she opened the celebration of UP Centennial, one hundred rifle shots will be fired into the air by the UP Rifle Team and I saw it right before my eyes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6k7P4jz_gI/AAAAAAAAAuE/w0p3o_i2szQ/s1600-h/IMGP1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6k7P4jz_gI/AAAAAAAAAuE/w0p3o_i2szQ/s200/IMGP1901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163723591823654402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the UP Cauldron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A free concert at the Amphitheater immediately followed featuring the world renowned UP Madrigal Singers, Ryan Cayabyab, Nanette Inventor and  UP Symphonic Orchestra. There were also perfomances from the UAAP Champion UP Pep Squad and UPLB Street Dance Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6k6I4jz_eI/AAAAAAAAAt0/GMRvpGwXB8w/s1600-h/IMGP1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6k6I4jz_eI/AAAAAAAAAt0/GMRvpGwXB8w/s200/IMGP1869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163722372052942306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And At last, what everyone has been waiting for! THe 13 minutes grand fireworks! It was really awesome. There is no tinge of regret in me for having stayed late after seeing the spectacular fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6k6bIjz_fI/AAAAAAAAAt8/AjEp705SyBI/s1600-h/IMGP1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6k6bIjz_fI/AAAAAAAAAt8/AjEp705SyBI/s200/IMGP1898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163722685585554930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing after the fireworks display (haha! my great evidence!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all UP Centennial Celebrations would be as much fun as I have experienced during the kick off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7922336853149887184-275353223463043543?l=roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/feeds/275353223463043543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7922336853149887184&amp;postID=275353223463043543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/275353223463043543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7922336853149887184/posts/default/275353223463043543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxannecwts2geog.blogspot.com/2008/01/up-centennial-kick-off.html' title='UP Centennial Kick-off'/><author><name>roxannedelay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13561475788186755953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/SdwnuKDdH4I/AAAAAAAABJw/-yqZwBy0G1w/S220/Hongkong+Trip+(516).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMpS96ppuGY/R6kzJIjz_aI/AAAAAAAAAtU/UYzR_7ZsoxY/s72-c/IMGP1745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
