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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NSHk8eSp7ImA9WhdXEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140</id><updated>2011-08-24T11:18:19.771+08:00</updated><category term="users" /><category term="old self" /><category term="sad" /><category term="rollerblading" /><category term="back" /><category term="birthday" /><category term="internet addict" /><category term="delinquent" /><category term="korean haircut" /><category term="dogs" /><category term="crush" /><category term="PPK" /><category term="happy" /><category term="boastful" /><category term="tumblr" /><category term="tony and jackey" /><category term="laziness" /><category term="nostalgic" /><category term="wasted" /><category term="ozine fest" /><category term="Harhar" /><category term="creepy" /><category term="acads" /><category term="japanese" /><category term="inspiring" /><category term="goodbye" /><category term="computer" /><category term="emo" /><category term="loneliness" /><category term="friends" /><title>It's never too late.. ♥</title><subtitle type="html">♥ ..for dreams to come true</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ItsNeverTooLate" /><feedburner:info uri="itsnevertoolate" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFQH06fCp7ImA9WxFbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-2154036039054218563</id><published>2010-07-05T11:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:23:31.314+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-05T11:23:31.314+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="back" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tumblr" /><title>I'm back!</title><content type="html">I opened a tumblr account to release my sentiments about a recent heartache but I guess I would leave that for the re-blogging of pictures. I won't write posts there anymore. I would transfer the recent posts I wrote there because many people already knew my tumblr account. Too bad everyone can see it, you can't pick particular people whom you like to share your blog with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave the layout like this because I don't have time to edit and I'm not an expert with this kind of things. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my tumblr account, will you?! :)&lt;br /&gt;http://korunlovespandas.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos I reblogged pretty much reflect what I'm feeling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. But I'm still not contented with this blogspot. I wanted to have a new one! This is a thing from my past! I just don't want to remember my miseries before! :C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-2154036039054218563?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/2154036039054218563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/2154036039054218563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/2154036039054218563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/9sLn8BLZHRU/im-back.html" title="I'm back!" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNRH4_eip7ImA9WxFbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-3111868954617631116</id><published>2010-07-05T11:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:08:15.042+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-05T11:08:15.042+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boastful" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="users" /><title>I HATE USERS.</title><content type="html">I hate people who only knows you because they need something from you. They're acting like they're so helpless when they need you. Worst, they seem to be so proud of themselves after they've finished something, acting so boastful, feeling like they're the ones who really did it! Fool yourself, fool! HAHA! You may have did it but you didn't learn it! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much worst, when you need them, they're gone! How sweet, right?! &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-3111868954617631116?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/3111868954617631116/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-users.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/3111868954617631116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/3111868954617631116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/ZfSLrARiOMI/i-hate-users.html" title="I HATE USERS." /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-users.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkABQHc5eip7ImA9WxNREUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-3261565201053052723</id><published>2009-09-05T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:32:31.922+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T08:32:31.922+08:00</app:edited><title>I moved.</title><content type="html">Ooooooh. I only remembered posting this now. I already transferred to a new &lt;a href="http://babyblue.ilove-pink.info"&gt;blog site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-3261565201053052723?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/3261565201053052723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-moved.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/3261565201053052723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/3261565201053052723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/cw0jR_mXUk0/i-moved.html" title="I moved." /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-moved.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MHSXc-fSp7ImA9WxJXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-8572924133874300504</id><published>2009-06-04T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:43:58.955+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-05T16:43:58.955+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tony and jackey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="korean haircut" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><title>Go Gemini!! It's my birthday</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;The title was from the song "Booty Music." I only saw the lyrics just now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday last June 1. Believe it or not, I'm 17!! 17 and still childish. Live with that or leave, NOW!  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up?! Early in the morning, I packed my things (clothes, slippers, towels, etc) to my trolley bag ready for this week's trip to Elbi. After I've finished with it, I went to Pag-asa because me, ate Tata, ate Joan (with her kid Ericka) will be going to SM Annex to have our hairs cut. Ate Tata asked me to go to their house. I ate lunch at once and went there. It's about 2pm and they still haven't eaten nor taken a bath. *What time will we arrive by that?!* While waiting for them, I explored ate Tata's laptop while eating some chocolates. :) I tried the JASC Paintshop and followed the tutorial on making the background transparent. I did it!! Haha. I want to learn Adobe Photoshop SO BAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3pm, we left their house and took a cab to SM Annex. We went straight to Tony and Jackey's salon. We had our names listed for haircut. We sat inside and looked at their catalogs for some Korean-style hairstyles. We had the hairstyles in our minds and decided to go out for a while. One of the assistants there told us to go back after 2 hours because we're still #14 in the list. We went to the nearby SM. I think that's the main SM. I'm confused on that 3 SMs (whether it's North Edsa, The Block, or Annex), I don't know which is which. We went to Watsons, Ideal Vision, and Comic Alley and I bought some things there. Then we ate at Food Court. I ordered Japanese Food again, the one with Sushi, because I want to try to eat one again. But I didn't eat it all of the foods in my bento esp. the sushis because I still remember my past experience with sushi. After eating, we hurried back to the salon because it's already been two hours since we left. We saw a new catalog. Past is past. The hairstyles there are better than the one we previously looked at. The funny part is when someone saw a nice style, all of us would like it and we're battling over whose going to have that style. Haha. I suggested that we all have the same styles but they don't like it. Ate Joan was the first one to let go and chose another one. Me and Ate Tata are still whining to each other. Haha. Who's going to give up? Ate Tata showed me a hairstyle. Probably luring me. Hehe. At first, I still like the one we both like but in the end, I gave up and chose the shorter one. Finally, we're all set. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 8:30 pm, one of the assistant walked towards us and said sorry and that we just go back tomorrow because they will close at 9pm. What did you just say?! We were here since 4pm and we waited for almost 5 hours, knowing that you listed us for haircut, and now  you're asking us to go?! How dare you!! Ate Joan got shaken and said that sorry isn't accepted. A minute later, a fuss was created. Before Ate Joan was able to talk to the manager, the Korean guy (one of the hairstylists) signaled that it's OK, that he's still going to have our hair cut. Good thing he's kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Tata was the first one to be entertained then I was next. WOAH. I now have a BANG and ate Tata now has BANGS (see the difference. lolz). (We didn't tip because we were a bit pissed). Ate Joan didn't have hair cut anymore since they made her angry and she also sympathized with the hairstylists who had no rest since we went there(or maybe since the opening time). According to the source ate Tata got, there were only 2 stylists that day but still the manager were ordering to entertain more customers. The manager doesn't seem to care with his people, all he wants is money. That calls for AMBUSH!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked all our way in search for taxis and we arrived at Pasig at almost 11pm. Ate Tata accompanied me home. Thank you ate Tata. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ate Tata paid for my haircut. It's her birthday treat for me.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I've come face to face with a Korean (during the bangs cutting) haha. He's not cute, okay. What I like is to see Korean actors some day. hehe. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;P.P.S. Thanks to all the people who greeted me today. Love you all. o:]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-8572924133874300504?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/8572924133874300504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-gemini-its-my-birthday-hey.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/8572924133874300504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/8572924133874300504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/3IMuNyAanVk/go-gemini-its-my-birthday-hey.html" title="Go Gemini!! It's my birthday" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-gemini-its-my-birthday-hey.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08NRX87cCp7ImA9WxJQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-1600344547082399346</id><published>2009-06-02T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:51:34.108+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-02T13:51:34.108+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet addict" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dogs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer" /><title>Another week had passed..</title><content type="html">..and now I barely got 1 week 'til school starts.&lt;br /&gt;I got to make most out of it!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I just edited my profile layout in Plurk and I somehow manage to learn how to edit my layout Blogspot, but not much, only CSS. I still got to learn more. I also make it a point to visit some of the usual sites that I have joined like Friendster, Multiply, Facebook, and of course -- Plurk, to get in touch with my friends and classmates. So yeah, I was in front of the computer for almost 12 hours every day last week. Actually, that was how my life revolved this whole summer. Bummer!! I haven't even been productive with that much time I've spent in front of the PC. I didn't learn the things that I wanted to learn SO BAD because I was effin lazy and out of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from absorbing radiation, I also babysit my tito's girlfriend's daughter. She's Hannah, 4 years old, and really &lt;Em&gt;makulit&lt;/em&gt;. My tito told me that I'll be taking care of her for two days so I agreed. But they didn't come to fetch Hannah when that 2 days ended. He should have at least told us beforehand because we also got things to do, heh. Anyway, I like kids so it's ok!! :] But because of that, I'll never agree to babysit her again. hehe. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother also celebrated her birthday last Friday and guess what? Her birthday gift for herself was AN INJURY!! Yeah, she got herself into an accident that made her nail in her thumb [foot] be removed. That was such a painful story to hear. I don't want to hear it because every time I hear the word blood, I just get weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since me and my mother's birthday are just a few days apart [Hers is May 29 and mine is June 1], we celebrated it for only one day so as to save money. hehek. The double celebration was held last Sunday.  Every time somebody celebrates a birthday in our family, each one of us will have a share in the food. It's kinda like a gift to the celebrant. :] So for our birthday, we just cooked one dish, Tito Jay cooked tsupageti, Tito Boyet bought a cake, and ate Tata's treat was ice cream. It's not much because we are in a financial crisis because of some things but still we make it a point to celebrate our birthdays even with just a simple get-together. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OH!! I got a new puppy!! Now that my good ol' dog Barak was given away, I was so happy to have another one!! :D Really, you don't know how happy I am to have a puppy or dog. :] I named him Hayden since the name of our dogs are adopted from personalities that were famous at the time they were given to us. Say, Bugoy, and Barak. I love them both!! :] My first dog was named differently. His / her name is Cookie. I barely remember if Cookie is a girl or boy because I was too little when I had him. But I remember perfectly Cookie's appearance [Japanese Spitz] and &lt;em&gt;kakulitan&lt;/em&gt;. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-1600344547082399346?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/1600344547082399346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-week-had-passed.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/1600344547082399346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/1600344547082399346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/7nCd-2LdX_Y/another-week-had-passed.html" title="Another week had passed.." /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-week-had-passed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MHQ3k7eCp7ImA9WxJQE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-88843527628715934</id><published>2009-05-25T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:17:12.700+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T12:17:12.700+08:00</app:edited><title>backtracks</title><content type="html">sorry for the old posts, i just wanted to blog what i wrote in my old journal entries. i'm gonna catch up with the present time SOON!! :] thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-88843527628715934?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/88843527628715934/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/backtracks.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/88843527628715934?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/88843527628715934?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/BkwkZZiFBBI/backtracks.html" title="backtracks" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/backtracks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcCQ34yeip7ImA9WxJXGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-2738567063589730473</id><published>2009-05-06T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:41:02.092+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T17:41:02.092+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wasted" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>QUIT TALKING, I’M NOT LISTENING.</title><content type="html">I’ve let you people decided on my life BEFORE. The same thing is happening now that I want to go. You keep persuading me ‘til I have no choice but to say yes. But I won’t let that happen anymore. I’m not a fool to let it happen twice. I won’t let you people ruin my life AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say it’s your dream to there, well, I say, I’m not a tool for you to use. Go live your dream yourself and just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET ME LIVE MY OWN LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, you told me that I’ll just try 1 year there and if I didn’t like it, then I can go. I won’t say I didn’t like it, in fact I really liked it there that leaving that place and my friends is a sacrifice for me, but I just realized that IT’s not what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it’s my turn. Would you please leave me alone and let me decide on my own?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-2738567063589730473?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/2738567063589730473/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/quit-talking-im-not-listening.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/2738567063589730473?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/2738567063589730473?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/J_UH9BFkYGk/quit-talking-im-not-listening.html" title="QUIT TALKING, I’M NOT LISTENING." /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/quit-talking-im-not-listening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NRnc4fSp7ImA9WxJXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-4584538101142516664</id><published>2009-04-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:19:57.935+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T19:19:57.935+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goodbye" /><title>MEMORIES</title><content type="html">&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime I look back on the memories Elbi has give me, no matter how lonesome I could get [most of the time] there, happy moments would overpower it and soon my mind is clouded with thoughts of wonderful experiences I've had. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess this is goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and mama prayed at the adoration chapel for honey &amp;amp; Princess' speedy recovery from Dengue. Our feeling is lightened after talking to God. o:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-4584538101142516664?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/4584538101142516664/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/4584538101142516664?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/4584538101142516664?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/ROxSbtiSzKs/memories.html" title="MEMORIES" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUHQHs4fSp7ImA9WxJXGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-5926419233856888790</id><published>2009-04-25T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:43:51.535+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T17:43:51.535+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rollerblading" /><title>ROLLER BLADING ROLLERBLADING</title><content type="html">We family went to RHS to have some exercise goody. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to rollerblades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that I can now roam using rollerblades without needing someone to stay by my side. It is so unlike the first time I tried my blades in Rainforest where Ate Tata was pulling me just so I can move. [And vice versa – I also pulled her when she put it on].  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that good yet, I’m just starting, eh. It’s real fun!! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Something that suddenly popped in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is not true that time heals ALL wounds. It just makes us forgets. And when the time comes that we remember that certain experience, the pain is still there, and still the SAME.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Anyone who knows logic? Please translate this into a quantified statement [existential &amp;amp; universal], HAHA. Just kidding. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-5926419233856888790?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/5926419233856888790/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/04/roller-blading-rollerblading.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/5926419233856888790?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/5926419233856888790?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/9tALsCNOSmU/roller-blading-rollerblading.html" title="&lt;strike&gt;ROLLER BLADING&lt;/strike&gt; ROLLERBLADING" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/04/roller-blading-rollerblading.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUNQXg8fCp7ImA9WxJXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-3380204717109181125</id><published>2009-04-24T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:58:10.674+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T19:58:10.674+08:00</app:edited><title>Reality</title><content type="html">It's Tito Bong's birthday. Nothing, I just want to remind myself if someone else is celebrating his / her birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied mama in going to Pag-ibig to fix some papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kill time while in there, I just played a game in my cp -- none other than, SNAKE!! (I know, that's the only worthy game in my cp. XP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the idea of leaving my fate in the hands of the game that I was playing (so dramatic. haha). I told myself that this will be the sign if I'll transfer or not (because I can't think of any other anymore and time is running fast that I needed to decide or I'll be left with regrets). The past signs that I'm thinking are not tangible, in other words, IMPOSSIBLE!! I can't even remember them because I just keep on creating and creating impossibilities until  I forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, this one simple sign that I asked, I guess I cleared my mind of the things that are bothering me for so long now.. The sign is on my side. I got the highest score in both the classic and extreme modes of the game (sorry for bein' so &lt;em&gt;babaw&lt;/em&gt;), so I guess the answer is clear,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I WILL TRANSFER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why up to now, we can't still find a house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the house thingy is the real sign that God's giving me from the start which I barely grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, that's why every time I face the PC, I'm feeling so down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so much the signs and the maybes. Let's face the reality that I needed to tell this first to my parents (esp. to my mother) and hope that they agree. If they do, I will fix my papers at once. I hope my mind will be at peace with this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;..Farewell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-3380204717109181125?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/3380204717109181125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-tito-bongs-birthday.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/3380204717109181125?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/3380204717109181125?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/ImwCiSqimBM/its-tito-bongs-birthday.html" title="Reality" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-tito-bongs-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8AQ3o5cSp7ImA9WxJXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-7731540719951586918</id><published>2009-04-14T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:24:02.429+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-05T17:24:02.429+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wasted" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emo" /><title>Sleepless X_X</title><content type="html">That Blogger layout I can't understand and it's making meh crazeh. X_X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me into thinking the whole night, thinking deeply on whether or not I should transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide. Cannot. Cannot. Cannot. Why can't I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave my friends in Elbi but my course is torturing me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bothering me ever since I stepped into college and 'til now I haven't made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I will face when I transfer. I know it'll be easier but I don't want to graduate 1 year behind from my original batchmates. But I'm getting so LEFT BEHIND in this path that I'm taking right now. I'm so incompetent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. It's making me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleeeeeeep. This is making me problematic.. and SLEEPLESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The longer I stay the harder it is for me to let go&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I.DON'T.KNOW.WHAT.I.REALLY.WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3557023871387083140-7731540719951586918?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/7731540719951586918/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless-xx.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/7731540719951586918?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/7731540719951586918?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/ahAs4HdvSb0/sleepless-xx.html" title="Sleepless X_X" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepless-xx.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04HSHYzcCp7ImA9WxJXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-7458896760229660435</id><published>2009-04-09T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:52:19.888+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-05T16:52:19.888+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="japanese" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>Tears.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched 1 Litre of Tears.&lt;br /&gt;It's really heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;I think I had cried almost 1 litre of tears.&lt;br /&gt;I was deeply touched with the story.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those inspiring dramas I have ever watched!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ikite ne.&lt;br /&gt;Zutto ikite.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&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/3557023871387083140-7458896760229660435?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/7458896760229660435/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/04/tears.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/7458896760229660435?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/7458896760229660435?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/hw84Rk1CYK4/tears.html" title="Tears." /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/04/tears.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IFQHo4cCp7ImA9WxJXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-2661044535858982870</id><published>2009-04-06T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:45:11.438+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-05T16:45:11.438+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Harhar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="PPK" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crush" /><title>Double Dream ^^</title><content type="html">I dreamt of PPK and harhar. I don't know if it's last night or just this morning. &amp;uuml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and PPK are classmates in our of my subjects, CMSC 11 lab, where harhar is the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPK asked me that we come late, just this time, and go to IRRI (International Rice Research Institute, somewhere inside our school) to eat lunch before our class. *They said they serve huge heaping of rice there. I still haven't gone there.* I agreed for the reason that I want to be noticed by harhar when we come late. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came with PPK. We were HHWR and hiding behind walls in order for harhar not to see us, until we were out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, The setting was not in Physci (the place where we held most of our classes e.g. CMSC 11). It's more like our 4th year high school building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to PPK's dorm first. This time, the setting is like that of the street just outside our house. We walked there until we reached the end where their dorm is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you enter, you would see a very big cabinet. I was surprised to see that his dormmates were sleeping inside that cabinet. Like, they were only separated by dividers. And if there's an empty space. the people above will go down one level, two, etc., depending on the empty spaces. ha ha. So creepy!! I saw my tito in one of those spaces. *What are you doing there?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought PPK is also sleeping there but then he showed me where his room was. The room has 2 double decks so I guess four of them is staying in this more comfy place that the cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked one of the people inside the cabinet why PPK and the others have their own room, he just answered, "hindi kasi kami magkakakilala dati." *Just what he means by that? Weird.* Oh, I guess what he means is that PPK was one of the firsts to inquire so that's why he's given a nicer room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dream ended that way. &lt;em&gt;BITIN&lt;/em&gt;. So bad of papa to wake me up!! GRR. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the story is not important. What's so special is that I dreamt of my ultimate crushes in Elbi and at the same time. Hehe. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-2661044535858982870?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/2661044535858982870/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-dream.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/2661044535858982870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/2661044535858982870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/BPMAVSrTxNA/double-dream.html" title="Double Dream ^^" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-dream.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAARX88eCp7ImA9WxJXEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-4891440857908420267</id><published>2009-04-04T16:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:05:44.170+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-05T17:05:44.170+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ozine fest" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="japanese" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>OZINE FEST' '09</title><content type="html">Me, Mimi, Riza, Lara, and Maan went to the 2nd day of Ozine Fest '09. It was a cosplay event where anime addicts meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas our first time to go in such an event. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty of contests and we registered Maan and Lara in the drawing contest. They cannot anymore disagree because they're names were already listed and they were given an illustration board immediately. Hehe. There were also lots of booths, exhibits, and of course, cosplayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not tell you in full detail what happened because I won't be able to finish. Haha. All I know is that it was super fun and that we'll surely attend more cosplay events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://bunenen.multiply.com/photos/album/12/OZINE_FEST_09" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.bunenen.multiply.com/image/8/photos/12/400x400/114/laaaaabs.jpg?et=L0n%2CKqFRvldMBW%2CZHluwcw&amp;nmid=227066811"&gt;&lt;img style="display:inline; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px; margin-bottom: -2em;" src="http://images.bunenen.multiply.com/image/8/photos/12/400x400/114/laaaaabs.jpg?et=L0n%2CKqFRvldMBW%2CZHluwcw&amp;nmid=227066811" border="0" alt="Click this!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt; Click on the picture to see what we did during the event. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-4891440857908420267?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/4891440857908420267/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/04/ozine-fest-09.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/4891440857908420267?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/4891440857908420267?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/HmvRXhRnlQk/ozine-fest-09.html" title="OZINE FEST' '09" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/04/ozine-fest-09.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUENQHg5fSp7ImA9WxJXGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-1207632028545816684</id><published>2009-03-28T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:08:11.625+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T18:08:11.625+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wasted" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>Never expect</title><content type="html">I surfed the 'net the whole day. I just uploaded pictures. DAMN. Our computer's malfunctioning. x[ It wouldn't allow me to download from the 'net. All that I was able to do is copy files. I also couldn't move and delete some files. Even uninstalling the anti virus couldn't be done. What's happening with it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         This night, I received 2 bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         First is that I'm not exempted from taking the final exam in 56. Huhu. After all the efforts I made, it would end like this. What's all the hard work for? Now I have to review cover to cover. My gawd,  I remembered I left my notes in LB. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Second is that my best friend have a cyst. :( I know she'll get well. She'll overcome it, I know. I'll pray for her. God will not let her suffer. ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hate those people saying I'll be exempted when in fact they're the ones who're exempted. You don't know how you made me feel so uncomfortable all that time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-1207632028545816684?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/1207632028545816684/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-expect.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/1207632028545816684?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/1207632028545816684?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/pDeMIiCO41o/never-expect.html" title="Never expect" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-expect.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMQ30_eyp7ImA9WxJQEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-1608901947841801478</id><published>2009-03-24T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:21:22.343+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-25T21:21:22.343+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="delinquent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Total Darkness</title><content type="html">Wa. BADTRIP!! Our landlady [Ate Oswyn] in our apartment [dorm] cut our electricity. BAD!!  I'm paying right, eh!! I hate her so much. x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out the whole day spending time with my bloc mates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, it's about 7 or 8 pm, our apartment's door was ope so I didn't hesitate to enter. our house was in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: black;color:white;" &gt;TOTAL DARKNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I went upstairs because I thought my housemates were there. I checked our room and called them. No one's answering and I also can't see anything. I thought they were just joking around but they wouldn't hide in such a situation just to fool me. So I guess no one's really there that time except me and the darkness. WAAAAA. I immediately ran down the stairs and got out of the house before something creepy happens. That house is too old and I don't like to have such 'experience'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for them in places near Raymundo and in our landlady's house. I was losing hope because my cellphone's battery is empty and I don't know where I should stay if ever they won't go home. I don't want to sleep there alone!! Good thing, when I went out of our ate Oswyn's house, I saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God. They said they stayed at Ministop and bought candles. We went back to our apartment together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this plan on pulling the kuntador [electicity meter] up later this night [11 pm] to have our power back. While waiting, Mikka and Korn reviewed for their test [aym.too.lazy.to.review.for.my.eng2.exam.because.we.were.only.lighted.by.candles.not.to.mention.that.it's.so.hawt.] and in between that, we played children's games. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Concentration, I wanna be a tutubi, pass the message, and bahay kubo&lt;/span&gt;.ü 'Twas so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 pm came and we went out of our house. Andrea was the one who pulled the meter up but the lights in our house were still off. GRR. We don't know what to do with our electricity anymore so we just slept our stress away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-1608901947841801478?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/1608901947841801478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/wa.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/1608901947841801478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/1608901947841801478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/UH2ivEnEABI/wa.html" title="Total Darkness" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/wa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGR3k6cCp7ImA9WxJXGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-7033764271152628786</id><published>2009-03-16T12:54:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:08:46.718+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T18:08:46.718+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nostalgic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emo" /><title>Nostalgic</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm feeling nostalgic again..&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to leave those friends who are true to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help me to decide, God. o:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="75%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As usual, I was 15-minute late for my exam in Math 26. I can't help but be alte on exams which are scheduled on Mondays because I find it hard to leave Pasig early. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, I know, I look like I just arrived from a camp everytime I'm late *because of my big backpack holding my things for the whole week. Haha*. Pardon me. I don't have time to put it down on our dorm before goin' to exams because if I do, I'll just get more late. xD*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="75%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's my cousin's (&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/5092608"&gt;Ate Tata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) birthday today. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-7033764271152628786?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/7033764271152628786/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/03/nostalgic.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/7033764271152628786?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/7033764271152628786?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/A-zoJqx7Iy8/nostalgic.html" title="Nostalgic" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/03/nostalgic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUDRH08fSp7ImA9WxJQFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-9116165890247870173</id><published>2009-03-03T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:01:15.375+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-28T12:01:15.375+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="delinquent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crush" /><title>The longer I stay, the harder it is for me to let go</title><content type="html">&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I'm at a crossroad once again. I want to transfer because I don't want to be away from my family but the friends I have LB are keeping me from doing so. Especially now, that I'm planning to change to a good dorm. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I also don't know if I would be repeating as a first year again if ever I would transfer and I don't want that. I've decided that I would transfer to PUP, if ever. But I still don't know what course I would take. &lt;span style=";font-family:Pristina;font-size:16;"  &gt;My mind is whirling..&lt;/span&gt; Please, give me a sign.. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I didn't attend my Math 26 and Eng 2 classes because they are too early. *HAHA. So bad of me*.  So I left Pasig not too early for my next class at 1pm which is CMSC11. I would not dare absent in CMSC 11 lab because it's hard to catch up once you miss even one lesson. Oh, and of course, I can't afford not to see him. Hehe :"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Unluckily, Sir Mark was absent so Sir Rein substituted his place. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-9116165890247870173?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/9116165890247870173/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/longer-i-stay-harder-it-is-for-me-to.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/9116165890247870173?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/9116165890247870173?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/wYgdLgkSItQ/longer-i-stay-harder-it-is-for-me-to.html" title="The longer I stay, the harder it is for me to let go" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/longer-i-stay-harder-it-is-for-me-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkACRXw9cCp7ImA9WxJREEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-2785759151793835710</id><published>2009-03-02T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:59:24.268+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-11T10:59:24.268+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="old self" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crush" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wasted" /><title>Got to change</title><content type="html">&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Landbank to get my ATM card [this is already a replacement because I lost /*and found*/the first one.  Then I bought medicines at a nearby Mercury Drug. After that I went straight to City Hall to get a form for SPES. It's a summer job for students so they can make good use of their time while it is summer and at the same time earn money. My old self was attacking me again because I waited on the line for a long time without asking if PESO is still giving out forms. I know that the line was for the passing of forms because everyone in the line that I asked said they're already going to pass their form, but too dumb of me to just wait there patiently hoping that it's also for getting forms. It's for the simple reason that I'm too scared to ask. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate being my old self. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I still don't know if I've really changed or I'm just pretending that I've changed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was already near the start of the line, a kuya was roaming around so I asked him what that line was for. He said that it's really for passing forms. I asked him again if they're still giving out forms. He said NO. In the end, I still made a fuss. :| That's what I'm avoiding and now because of being the dumb-headed girl I used to be, I've created a bigger fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh!! I just waited for nothing and wasted my precious time. I should have used it in making my project in eleben that I still haven't started. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--- Change Topic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;I chatted with someone today in YM and I learned that *he's* not a goody-goody after all. Me and my roommate are so wrong. He's a whole lot different from what we think of him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I programmed a simple number guessing game in case that my tito would not be able to help me with the dice game or if I wouldn't be able to improve the "Quadro" game that one of my bloc mates helped me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-2785759151793835710?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/2785759151793835710/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/got-to-change.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/2785759151793835710?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/2785759151793835710?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/OOdvDKq83jY/got-to-change.html" title="Got to change" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/got-to-change.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkECQnw8eip7ImA9WxJREEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-4401980521232410040</id><published>2009-01-28T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:57:43.272+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-11T10:57:43.272+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loneliness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emo" /><title>Nang minsang ako’y naging isang eMo o.O</title><content type="html">&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Niloloko ko lang naman ang sarili ko. Hindi naman talaga ako masaya. :| Hindi ko mafeel e. Kailan kaya ko magiging masaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Napakaemo ko na. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Ako lang ba ang ganito o napakahina ko lang para  maexpress ang nasa loob ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Sana may mangyaring makabuluhan naman sa buhay ko. Talaga bang malas ako? Sana hindi. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Sana nandito kayo, mga totoong kaibigan ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 54pt;"&gt;--- Pagpasensyahan nyu na. naeemo lang e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-4401980521232410040?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/4401980521232410040/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/nang-minsang-akoy-naging-isang-emo-oo_10.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/4401980521232410040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/4401980521232410040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/LvZ0Yl3iJGw/nang-minsang-akoy-naging-isang-emo-oo_10.html" title="Nang minsang ako’y naging isang eMo o.O" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/nang-minsang-akoy-naging-isang-emo-oo_10.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEHQn89fSp7ImA9WxJREEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557023871387083140.post-7237331770850319129</id><published>2009-01-05T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:57:13.165+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-11T10:57:13.165+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laziness" /><title>Post-holiday sickness</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday makes me sick!! It's my dreaded day for it means leaving home and going back to Elbi, back to reality..&lt;/span&gt; [haha.emote]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    It's back to school once again, another long vacation hang-over. It's hard to bear with post-holiday sickness, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    So instead of going back to Elbi, I just went to Elbi with my mother. I bought roller blades. I want to try it and see if I could do it, that's why. I just wish that I won't get injured. Hihi. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I'm really too lazy to go back to Elbi every Monday but it's me who suffers everytime I go back there on Tuesdays because I would have to wake up so early. But I can't fight this laziness anymore!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3557023871387083140-7237331770850319129?l=karen-anne11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/feeds/7237331770850319129/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-holiday-sickness.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/7237331770850319129?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3557023871387083140/posts/default/7237331770850319129?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ItsNeverTooLate/~3/4YZl9af8s_4/post-holiday-sickness.html" title="Post-holiday sickness" /><author><name>korun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13535556488205714045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCav0mju7UI/SeRvjO8H74I/AAAAAAAAAOY/lRyuG3pspMU/S220/karen010.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://karen-anne11.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-holiday-sickness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

